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DARLINGTON, S. 0, THURSDAY, JANUARY 10. 1889.
A SHIP OF ’49.
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Madrono Cottage lay at the entrance of
• little Canada already green with the
early winter rains and nestled in a thicket
of the harlequin painted trees that gave it
a name. The yonng.man was a little re
lieved to find that Roeey had gone to the
postoffice a mile away and that he would
probably overtake her or meet her return
ing—alone. The road—little mare than a
a tmil—wound along the meet * of the hill
looking across the Canada to the long,
dark, heavily wooded flank of Mount Ta-
stalpais that rodb from the valley a doaen
"■nil away. ▲ eeaeatlon of the warm
rain, a rift In the aky and the rare specta
cle of cloud scenery, combined with a cer-
* attain aanae of freedom, restored that light
hearted gayety that became him most
At e sudden torn of the road he caught
sight of Rosey's figure coining toward
him and quickened his step with the im
pulsiveness of a boy. Bat the suddenly
disappeared, and when he again saw her
she was on the other Kde of the trail ap-
parently picking Km leaves of a man-
■anlta. She had already Been him.
* Somehow the frankness of his greeting
was checked. She looked np at him with
cheeks that retained enough of. their color
to suggest why she had hesitated, and aald,
“You here, Mr. Renshaw? I thought you
were in Sacramento."
“And I thought you wore in Petaluma,"
he retorted, gayly. "I have a letter from
your father. The fact is, one of those
gentlemen who has been haunting the
ship made an entry last night. Who he
was and what he came for nobody known.
Perhaps your father gives you his suspi
cious. " He could riot help looking at her
narrowly as he handed her the note. Ex
cept that her pretty eyebrows were
a)ightly raised in cariosity she seemed un
disturbed as she opened the letter. Pres
ently she raised her eyes to hie.
“is this all father gave you?”
! “AIL"
“You're sure you haven't dropped any
thing?”
“flotl
me.
“And that is all It la."
the missive, a perfectly
paper folded like a note.
Ren*haw felt the angry blood glow In
his cheeks. “This is unpardonable! I os-
on re yon, Mies Nott, there must be some
mistake. He himself has probably forgot-
thn (he Inclosnre," he continued, yet with
aa inward conviction that the act was
perfectly premeditated on the part of the
old man.
The young girl held out her hand
frankly. “Don’t think any more of It,
Mr. Kensbaw. Father is forgetful at
times. But tell me about last night."
In a few words Mr. Ren*haw briefly
hat plainly related the details of the at
tempt upon the Pontiac, from the moment
that he hod been awakened by Nott to his
discovery of the unknown trespasser’s
flight b, the open door to the loft When
h* had finished, ha hesitated, and then
taking Rosey’s hand, said Impulsively,
“You will n A be angry with me if I tell
you all? Your father firmly believes that
the attempt was mode by the old French-
man, de Ferrieres, with a view of carry
ing you off."
A dosen reasons ether than the one her
father would have attributed it to might
hare called the blood to her face. But
only Innocence conld have brought the
look of astonished indignation to her eyes
aa she answered quickly:
that was what yon were laugh
ing at?”
“Not that, Miss Nott,’’ said the young
man eagerly: “thqpgh I wish to God 1
conld accuse myself of nothing more dis
loyal. Do not speak, I beg,” he added
Impatiently, as Roeey was about to reply.
*T have no right to hear yon; I hove no
right to even stand in your presence until
1 have coufessed everything. I came to
the Pontiac; I made your acquaintance,
Miss Nott, through a fraud as wicked ae
anything your father charges to de Fer-
rieree. I am not a contractor. I never
was an honest lodger in the Pontiac. I
was simply a spy."
“But you didn’t mean to be—it was
MOM mistake, wasn’t It?” said Rosey,
quite white, but more from sympathy
with the offender’s emotion than horror
at the offense.
“lam afraid I did mean it. But hear
with me for a few momenta longer and*
you shall know all. It’s a long story.
Will you walk on, and—take my arm!
You do not shrink from me, Mias Nott.
I fBufiiyou. lAcaucely deserve the kind-
M10.”
Indeed so little did Roeey shrink that
ha was conscious of a slight reassuring
Mpauww his arm as they moved for-
mmithaA for the moment 1 fear th*
young man felt like exaggerating his
offense for the sake of proportionate sym
pathy. “Do yon remember,” he oontin-
there must be some etc
story—which I migh
which I ought to have told y
always thought
be some etory about the Pon-
story of the Pontiac,
story—a terrible
might have told yon,
yon—which
ihere. You
gbat you
1 bad known the Pentiac before
I stepped first on her deck that day. I
‘ *m»'laid his disengaged band across
Ugbtly fin Bossy’s, os If to assure himself
that Aa waa listening.
Ijgl waa at (hat ttme a sailor. I had
ICMffftal enough to run away from col
lage, thinking it a fine romantic thing to
aMp before the mast for a voyage round
the world. I was a little disappointed,
pwhapa, but I made the beat of it, and in
t ueyears I was the second mate of a whnlcr
tying in e little harbor of one of thr un
civilized islands of the Pacific. While wo
were at anchor then a French trading
vpNtrl p n m. apparently for water. She
bad the dregs of a mixed craw of Lascars
and Portuguese, who said they had lost
Ihs nit uf their mM by desertion, and
; that the saptatn and mate had been car
ried off by fever. There was something
so queer in their story that our skipper
took the law in his own hands, and put
me on board of her with a salvage crew.
But that night the French crew mutinied,
cut the cables, and would have got to sea
If we had not been armed and prepared,
and managed to drive them below.
When we hod got them under hatches
for a few hours they parleyed, and
offered to go quietly ashore. As we were
short of hands and unable to take them
With us, and as we had no evidence
against them, we let them go, took the
ship to Callao, turned her over to the au
thorities, lodged a claim for salvage, and
continued our voyage. When we returned
: we found the trnth of the story was
, known. She had been a French trader
from Marseilles, owned by her captain;
her crew had mutinied in the Pacific,
killed their officers and the only passenger
! —the owner of the cargo. They had made
away with the cargo and a treasure of
nearly half a million of Spanish gold for
trading purposes which belonged to the
passenger. In course of time the ship
was sold for salvage and pat into the
South American trade until the breaking
out of the Californian gold excitement,
when she was sent with a cargo to San
Traneiaeo. That ship was the Pontiac
which your father bought.’’
A slight shudder ran through the girl’s
frame. “I wish—I wish yon hadn’t told
me," she said. “I shall never dose my
eyes again comfortably on hoard of her, I
know."
“I would eay that you hod purified her
of all stains of her past—hot them may be
one that remains. And that in most peo
ple’s eyes would be no detraction. You
look pussled, Mis* Nott—but I am com
ing to the explanation and the end of my
story. A ship of war was sent to the
island to punish the mutineers and pirates,
for inch they were, but they could not be
nnd. A private expedition was sent to
>ver the treaAttta^wh ich they were
supposed to have burrod, bat in vain.
Abont two months ago Mr. Sleight told
me one of his shipmasters hod sent him a
Lascar sailor who hod to dispose of a
valuable secret regarding the Pontiac for
a percentage. That secret was that the
treasure was never taken by the mutineers
out of the Pontiac! They were about to
land and bnry It when we boarded them.
They took advantage of their imprisonment
under hatches to bnry it in the ship. They
hid it in the hold so securely and safely
that it was never detected by us or the
Callao snthorities. I was then asked, as
one who hnew the vessel, to undertake a
private examination of her, with a view
of purchasing her from yoar father with
out awakening his suspicions. I assented.
You have my confession now, Miss Nott
You know my crime. I am at your merry."
Rosey’s arm only tightened around his
own. Her eyes sought his. “And you
didn’t find anything?” she said.
The quention sounded so oddly like
Sleight’s, that Renshaw returned a little
stiffly—
"I didn’t look."
“Why?” asked Rosey simply.
“Because,” stammered Renshaw, with
an uneasy consciousness of having exagger
ated his sentiment, “it didn’t seem honor
able; it didn’t seem fair to you.”
“Oh you sillyt you might have looked
and told me.”
“But,” said Renshaw, “do you think
that would have been fair to Sleight?”
“As fair to him as to us. For, don’t
you see, it wouldn’t belong to any of us.
It would belong to the friends or the fam
ily of the man who lost it.”
“Bot there were no heirs, ” replied Ren
shaw. “That was proved by some im
postor who pretended to be his brother,
and libeled the Pontiac at Callao, but the
courts decided he was a lunatic.”
“Then it belongs to the poor pirates
who risked their own lives for it, rather
than to Sleight, who did nothing." She
Was silent for a moment, and then re
sumed with energy, “I believe he was at
the bottom of that attack last night.”
“1 have thought so, too,” said Ren
shaw.
“Then I must go back at once,” she
continued, impulsively. “Father mnst
not be left alone.”
“Nor must you,” said Renshaw,
quickly. ‘Jpo let me return with you, and
share with you and your father the trouble
L have brought upon you. Do not,” he
added in a lower tone, “deprive me of the
only chance of expiating my offense, of
making myself worthy your forgiveness.”
“I am sure,” said Roeey, lowering her
lids and half withdrawing her arm, “I am
sure I have nothing to forgive. You did
not believe the treasure lielonged to ns
any more than to anybody else until yon
knew me”
“That is true,” said the young man, at
tempting to take her hand.
“I mean,” said Rosey, blushing, and
showing a distracting row of little tpeth in
one of her infrequent laughs, “oh, you
know what I mean." She withdrew her
arm gently, and became Interested in the
selection of certain wayside bay leaves as
they passed along. “All the same, I don’t
believe in this treasure, ” she said abruptly,
as if to change the subject. “I don’t be
lieve it ever was hidden inside the
Pontiac."
“That can easily bo ascertained sow,"
said Renshaw.
“But it’s a pity yon didn’t find it out
while you were about it,” said Roeey. “It
would have saved so much talk and
trouble."
“I have told you why I didn’t search
the ship,"responded Renshaw, with some
bMerness. “But it seems I could only
avoid being a great rascal by becoming a
great fool.”
“You never intsoded to be a rascal,"
said Rosey, earnestly, “and yon couldn’t
be a fool, except in heeding what a silly
girl says. I only meant if yon had taken
me into your confidence it would have
been better.”
“Might 1 not say the same to you re
garding your friend, the old Frenchman?”
returned Renshaw. “What If I were to
confess to you that I lately suspected him
of knowing the secret and of trying to
goiu your assistance?”
Instead of indignantly repudiating the
suggestion, to the young man’s great dis
comfiture, Rosey only knit her pretty
brews, nnd remained for some moments
sil-jut. Presently she asked timidly—
"Du you think It wrong to tell anothee
person’s secret for their own good?"
“No," said RenshavE, promptly.
“Then I’ll tell you Monstohr de Fer
rieres'! But only becanse I believe from
what yon have Just said that he will turn
out to have some right to the treasure."
Then with kindling eyes, and a voice
eloquent with sympathy, Rosey told the
story of her accidental di»cc very of da
Ferrieres’ miserable existence In the loft.
Clothing it with the unconscious poetry
of her fresh, young imagination, sn#
lightly passed over his antique gallantry
and grotesque weakness, exalting only
his lonely sufferiqgs and mysterious
wrongs. Renshaw listened, lost between
shame for his late suspicions and admira
tion for her thoughtful delicacy, until she
began to speak of dtf Ferrieres’ strange
allusions to the foreign papers in Me
portmanteau. “I think some were law
papers, and I am almost certain I saw the
word Callao printed on one of them.”
“It may be so,” said Renshaw, thought-
fully. “The old Frenchman hoe always
passed for a harmless, wandering eccen
tric. I hardly think public curiosity has
aver even sought to know his name, much
less his history. But had we not bettoi
first try to find It there Is any property
before we examine his claims to it?”
“As yon please,” said Rosey, with a
slight pout: “but yon will find it much
easier to discover him than his treasure.
It’s always easier to find the thing you're
not looking for.”
“Until yon want it," said Renshaw,
with sndden gravity.
“How pretty it looks over there,” said
Roeey, turning her conscious eyes to the
poelte mountain.
. “Very."
They had reached the top of the hill,
and in the near distance the chimney of
Madrono Cottage was even now visible.
At the expected sight they unconsciously
(topped — unconsciously disappointed.
Roeey broke the embarrassing silence.
“There’s another way home, but it’a a
roundabout way," she said timidly.
“Let ns take it,” said Renshaw.
She hesitated. “The boat goes at 4,
and we must return to-night."
“The more reason why we should make
the most of onr time now," said Renshaw
with a faint smile. “To-morrow all things
may be changed; to-morrow you may find
yourself an heiress, Miss Nott. To-mor
row,” ha added, with a slight tremor in
his voice, “I may have earned your for
giveness, only to say farewell to you for
ever. Let me keep this sunshine, this
picture, this companionship with yon long
enough to say now what perhaps 1 must
not say to-morrow."
They were silent for a moment, and
then by a common instinct turned to
gether into a narrow trail, scarce wide
enough for two, that diverged from the
straight, practical path before them. It
was indeed a roundabout way home,
so roundabout, lu fact, that aa
they wandered on it seemed even to
double on its track, occasionally linger
ing long and becoming Indistinct under
the shadow of madrono and willow; at
one time stopping blindly before a fallen
A roundabout way homo.
tree In the hollow, where they had quite
lost it, and had to sit down to recall It; a
rough way, often requiring the mutual
help of each other’s hands and eyes to
trend together In security; an uncertain
way, not to be found without whispered
consultation and concession, and yet a
way eventually bringing them hand in
hand, happy and hopeful, to the gate of
Madrono Cottage. And if there waa only
just time for Roeey to prepare to take the
boat, it was due to the devionsness of the
way. If a stray curl was lying loose on
Rosey’s cheek, and a long hair had
caught in Renshaw's button, it was owing
to the roughness of the way; and if in the
tones of their voices and in the glances of
thejj eyes there was a matnrer serious
ness, it was due to the dim uncertainty of
the path they had traveled, and would
hereafter tread together.
CHAPTER IX.
When Mr. Nott had satisfied himself of
Renshaw’s departure he coolly bolted the
door at the head of the companion way,
thus cutting off any communication with
the lower deck. Taking a long rifle from
the rack above his berth, he carefully ex
amined the hammer and cap and then
eautlonaly let himself down through the
forehatch to the deck below. After a de
liberate survey of the still intact fasten
ings of the hatch over the forehold, he pro
ceeded quietly to unloose them again with
the aid of the tools that atill lay there.
When the hatch waa once more free he
lifted it, and, withdrawing a few feet from
the opening, sat himself down .rifle in
hand. A profound silence reigned through
out the lower deck.
“Ye kin rise up out o’ that," said Nott
gently. >
There was a stealthy rustle below that
teemed to approach the hatch, and then
with a sudden bound the Lascar leaped
on the deck. But at the same instant Nott
covered him with his rifle. A slight shade
of disappointment and surprise had crossed
the eld man’s faea, and clouded hie small
round eyee at the apparition of the Las
car, bat Us hand waa none the lees firm
upon the trigger aa the frightened prisonei
■ank on Ms knees, with his hands clasped
hi the attitude of supplication for mercy.
“Ef you're thtukin’ o’ skippin’ afore
Poe done with yer,” sold Nott with la
bored gentleness, “I oughter warn ya
that it’s my style to drop Injins at 200
yards, and this deck ain’t anywhere raore’n
fifty. It’s an uncomfortable style, a nasty
Style—bat it’s my style. I thought I’d
tell yer, so yer coaid take :t easy when
yon air. Where’s Ferrers?"
Even in the man’s Insane terror, his ut
ter bewilderment at the question was evi
dent. “Ferrers?” he gasped; “don’t know
Mm, I swear to God, boss.”
“P’r'aps,” said Nott, with infinite can
ning, “yer don’t know the man ez kem
into the loft from the alley last night—
p’r'aps yer didn't see an airy Frenchman
with a dyed mustache, eh? I thought that
would fetch ye!” he continued, as the man
started at the evidence that his vision of
last night was a living man. “P’r'aps
yon and him didn't break into this ship
last night, Jlst to ran off with my darter
Rosey? P'r’aps yer don’t know Roeey,
eh? P'r'aps yer don’t know ez Ferrers
wants to marry her, and hez been bangin’
round yer ever since he left—eh?"
Scarcely believing the evidence of his
senses that the old man whoso treasure he
had been trying to steal was ntterly ignor
ant of his real offense, and yet uncertain
of the penalty of the other crime of which
he was accused, the Lascar writhed his
body and stammered vaguely, “Mercy!
Mercy!”
“Well," said Nott cautiously, “ez I
reckon the Mde of a dead CMnee Mgger
ain’t any more vallyble that that of a dead
Injin, I don’t care ef I let np on yer—
seein’ the ctusftdnese ain’t yonrs. But ef
I let yer off this once yon mnst take a
message to Ferrers from me.”
“Let me off this time, bees, and I
■wear to God I will,” said the Lascar
eagerly.
“Ye kin say to Ferrers—let me see"—
deliberated Nott, leaning on his rifle with
cautious reflection. “Ye kin say to Fer
rers like this—sea you, ‘Ferrers,’ sex yon,
the old man ses that afore yon went
away yon ses to him, sea yon, “I take my
honor with me,” sez you’—have you got
that?” interrupted Nott suddenly.
“Yes, boss.”
“ T take my honor with me,’ ses yon,"
repeated Nott slowly. “ ‘Now,’ ses yon
—‘the old man sea, ses he—tell Ferrers,
ses he, that his honor havin’ ran away
agin, he sends it back to him, and ef he
ever ketches it around after this he’ll
shoot It on sight.’ Hev yer got that!”
“Yea," stammered the bewildered cap
tive.
“Then git!"
The Lascar sprang to his feet with the
agility of a panther, leaped through the
hatch above him, and disappeared over
the bow of the ship with an unhesitating
directness that showed that every avenue
of escape hod been already contemplated
by him. Slipping lightly from the cut
water to the ground, he continued his
flight, only stopping at the private office
Of Mr. Sleight.
When Mr. Renshaw and Rosey Nott ar
rived on board the Pontiac that evening,
they were astonished to find the passage
before the cabin completely occupied with
tranks and boxen, and the bulk of their
household goods apparently In the process
of removal. Mr. Nott, who was superin
tending the work of the two Chinamen,
betrayed uot only no surprise at the ap
pearance of the young people, but not ths
remotest recognition of their own bewil
derment at his occupation.
“Kalkilatin,” he remarked casualty to
his daughter, “you’d rather look arter
your flxln’s, Rosey, I’ve left ’em till the
last. P’r’aps yer and Mr. Renshaw
wouldn’t mind sittln' down on that locker
until I’ve strapped this yer box. ’
“But what does It all mean, father?”
skid Rosey, taking the old man by the la
pel of his pea jacket and slightly empha
sizing her question. What in the name of
goodness are yon doing?”
“Breakin’ camp, Rosey, dear, breakin’
camp, Jlst as we nster,” replied Nott, with
cheerful philosophy. “Kinder like ole
times, ain’t it? Lord, Rosey," he contin
ued, stopping and following np the remi
niscence with ths end of the rope in his
hand as if it were a clew, “don’t ys mind
that day we started outer Livermore pass
and seed the hull o’ the Californy coast
stretchln’ yonder, eh? Bnt don’t ye be
skeered, Rosey, dear,” he added quickly,
as If in recognition of the alarm expressed
in her face. “I ain’t turning ye outer
honse and home; I’ve jlst hired that ’ere
Madrono Cottage from the Peters on til we
kin look round.”
“But you’re not leaving the ship,
father,” continued Roeey, impetuously.
"Yon haven’t sold It to that man Sleight?"
Mr. Nott rose and carefully closed the
cabin door. Then drawing a large wallet
from his pocket, he said, “It’s sing’lar ya
should hev got the name right the first
pop, ain’t It, Rosey? bat it’s Sleight, sure
enough, all the time. This yer check,” he
added, producing a paper from the depths
of the wallet, “this yer check for $35,000
Is what he paid for it only two hours ago. ”
“Bat,” said Renshaw, springing to his
feet furiously, "you’re dnped, swindled—
betrayed I”
“Young man," said Nott, throwing a
certain dignity into Ms habitual gesture of
placing his hands on Renshaw’s shoulders,
“I bought this yer sMp five years ago jlst
es she stood for $8,000. Kalkilatin’ wot
she cost ma in repairs and taxes, and wot
the brought me in since then, accordin’ to
my flggerin’, I don’t call a clear profit of
$15,000 much of a swindle."
“Tell him all,” said Roeey, quickly,
more alarmed at Renshaw’s despairing
face than at the news itself ‘‘Tell him
everything, Dick—Mr. Renshaw; it may
not be too late.”
In a voice half choked with passionate
indignation Renshaw hurriedly repeated
the story of the hidden treasure, and ths
plot to rescue it, prompted frequently by
Rosey’s tenacious memory, and Moisted
by Rosey's deft and tactful explanations.
Bnt to their surprise the imperturbable
countenance of Abner Nott never altered;
a slight moisture of kindly paternal toler
ance of their extravagance glistened la
Ms little eyes, bnt nothing tocra.
“Ef there Was a part o’ this sMp, a
plank or aboMta Idont kmow, es Ihevn’t
touched with mg own hand, aad looked
into with my own eyes, thar might bh
suthin' In that etory. I don’t let on to bo
a sailor lika you, but as I know the ship
ea a boy knows Ms first boos, as a womaa
knows her first babby, I reckon thar ain’t
no treasure yer, onlese it was brought into
the Pontiac last night by them chapa ’’
“Bnt are yau mad? Sleight would not
pay three times the value ot the ship
today if he were not positive I And that
positive knowledge woe gained last night
by the villain who broke into the Pontiac
—no doubt the Lascar."
“Surely," said Nott, meditatively. “The
Lascar! There's suthin’ in that. That
Lascar I fastened down in the hold last
night unbekownst to you, Mr. Renshaw,
and let him out again this morning ekally
unbeknownst.”
“And you let him carry his informa
tion to Sleight—without a word!” said
Renshaw, with a sickening sense of Nott's
utter fatuity.
“I sent him back with a message to ths
man he kem from,” said Nott, winking
both his eyes at Renshaw significantly,
and making signs behind his danghter’s
bock.
Rosey, conscious of her lover’s irrita
tion, and more eager to soothe hie im
patience than from any faith in her sug
gestion, interfered. “Why not examine
the place where he was concealed? lie may
have left some traces of hi* search.”
The two meu looked at each other.
"Seein’ ez I’ve turned the Pontiac over to
Sleight Jist ez it stand*, I don't know ez
it’s 'zartly on the square,” said Nott
doubtfully.
“You've a light to know at least what
you deliver to him," interrupted Renshaw
brusquely. “Bring a lantern. ”
Followed by Rosey, Renshaw and Nott
hurriedly sought the lower deck and ths
open hatch of the forehold. Ths two
men leaped down first with the lantern,
and then assisted Rosey to descend. Ren
shaw took a step forward and uttered
a cry.
The rays of the lantern fell on the ship’s
side. The Lascar had, during his forced
seclusion, put back the boxes of treasure
and replaced the planking, yet not so care
fully but that the quick eye of Renshaw
had discovered it. The next moment be
had stripped away the planking again,
and the hurriedly restored box wMch the
Lascar had found fell to the deck, scat
tering part of 1U ringing contonte. Rosey
turned pale; Renshaw’s eyes flashed fire;
only Abner Nott remained qaiet and Im
passive.
“Are you satisfied you have been
doped?" said Renshaw passionately.
To their surprise Mr. Nott stooped
down, and picking up one of the colas
handed it gravely to Renshaw. “Would
ye mind heftin' that 'are coin in your
haad—feelin’ it, bitin' it, scrapin' It with
a knife, and kinder seein’ how it com
pares with other coins?”
“What do you mean?" said Renshaw.
“I mean that that yer coin—Shot all
the coins in this y«r box, that all the coins
in them other boxes—and ther's forty on
’em—is all sud every one of ’em counter-
feits!”
I The piece dropped unconsciously from
Renshaw’s baud, and striking another
that lay ou the deck gave out a dull, sus
picious ring.
“They was counterfeits got np by them
Dutch supercargo Mmrps fur dealin’ with
the Injine and cannibals and Month sea
heathens es bows down to wood and
stone. It satisfied them es well es them
buttons ye puts in missionary boxes, I
reckon, and ’ccptiug ez freight, don’t cost
nothin’. 1 found ’em tucked in the ribs
o’ the old Pontiac when I bought her, and
1 nailed 'em up in thar leet they should
fall Into dishonest hand*. It's a lucky
thing, Mr. Renshaw, that they comes Into
the honest fingers of a square man Ilka
Sleight—ain’t it?”
He turned Ms small, guileless eyee upon
Renshaw with such cMldllke simplicity
; that it checked the hysterical laugh that
was rising to the young man's Ups.
“But did any one know of this but
yourself? ’
“I reckon not. I once snspldoned that
old Cap’en Bowers, who was always fool
in’ round the hold yer, mnst hev noticed
the bulge in the casin’, bnt when ha took
to axin’ questions 1 axed others—ye know
my style, Rosey? Come."
He led the way grimly back to ths
cabin, the young people following; bnt
turning suddenly at ths companion way
he observed Renshaw's arm around the
; waist of hie daughter. He said nothing
until they had reached the cabin, when
he closed the door softly, and looking at
them both gently, said with infinite can
ning:
“Ef it isn't too late, Roeey, ye kin teU
this yonng man es how 1 forgive Mm for
havin’ diskivered The Treasure of the
Pontiac. ”
e e e • e a
It was nearly eighteen months after
word* that Mr. Nott one morning entered
the room of his son-in-law at Madrono
Cottage. Drawing him aside, he said with
Ms old air of mystery: “Now ez Rosey’s
ailin’ and don’t seem to be so eager to dis
kiver wbot’e become of Mr. Ferrers, I dont
mind tellin’ ye that over a year ago I heard
he died suddenly in Sacramento. Thar
was suthin' in the paper about his bein' a
lunatic and claimin’ to be a relation to
somebody on the Pontiac; bnt Ilkee es not
it's only the way those newspaper fellows
got hold of the story of Ms wantin' to
marry Rosey."
TUB BVD.
WHOLE NO 730.
tireat
Jim Duwrm
Our jeb department is supplUd with ever
facility aeoeMary to aaahU as to compete
both as teprice and qaalitj ei work, * iik ever
those ef the cities, sad we gaeraetee sstis
faction in every perticularer charge nothing
for our work. We arc always prepared te
fill orders at short aoiiec for bleaks. BU
Heeds, Letter Heads. Cards, Haad bills
Posters, Circulars, Pamphlets, he.
Alljeb work must be paid for
Cash on Delivery
Beef Porki Fish.
I desire toiniorm the people ol Darling.
• on that I have gone into the Oukuiier
•lusioess, aa J will be found in toe Market
House a> tbe first stell o> ine right aa the
building ta eatared, where 1 wul h« pre
. ar-d ei ell limi-e in fur iaU the very beat
{uali') • meal an . fist- Patrouag* re-
sptctfuhj sunC|led aeju actiuu guar t
teed. Uoous'deliverrt by mr-
KOBr NIXON.
Rush
Man ne’s
Cent.
30 Per
LESS THAN ANY OTHER
House in Town.
Sf|>tt-nibei 6, ’88—9tn
Campaign Notice,
18 8 8!
“POLITICIANS,” MEMBERS <
ALLIANCE, ANY ONE, ALL, EVERYBODY!
1*01 BAR'S AIMS !
flOO Cash!
SAVED IN BUYING OF THE WHOLESALE AND
RETAIL HOUSE OF
Blackwell Bros.
November 8, 1888.
?. EAR
Begs to remind the public that he is better prepared than ever
before to meet the demands of the present season, which
promises to be the most active that Darlington has
seen for years.
His stock, which embraces every line, almost, one can think
of, taken as a whole, is probably the largest ever carried bv
any single firm in Dari ngton ; has been carefully selected with
a view to meeting the wants of the multitude who favor him
with their patronage.
Here are a few of the many
33 A. H. Or A. X MT
HIS STOKE I FILLED WITH
36 inch Wool Cashmere at 25 cents per yard, worth 36 »’t»
36 inch Henrietta Cloth at 60 cents^er yard, worth 65 cent*
A full line of Black Cashmeres from 15 cents to $1 per }nrd
A full line of Braided Sets and Velvets at various prices and
shades to match the large line of
DRESS GOODS.
A. FULL LI2J-E OF
GENTS’, LVDIE’S, AND CHILDREN’ SHOES. *
12000 yards Plaids, bought below the market, and will he sold-
accordingly.
500 suits Men’s, Boys’ and Children's ready-made clothing, at,
Sweeping Bargains. Hats and fchirts in proportion.
200 Barrels Flour bought direct from the Mills beibro.ad
vance in the market, and being sold at less than t egular prices.
All heavy Groceries bought in Car Load quantities, and ar«
old ia bulk a t prices that compare favorably with Charlest j
Notice-
Books of Subficiipiioii ot tbe
People's Bunk of I'arnug'oD, will
be open to tbe public (ill tbe 15(b ,
ot January, 1889. bhaies Tweutj •
five Dollaie.
£. KEITH DARttAN.
President.
JOHN McSWKEN,
Sec’tj pro. tern.
Dec. 17,1888
Uur Hardware Department, in charge of Mr. J. H. Early,
has in rtock tbe largest, as well as the best, assortment of
Stoves and Stov Furniture ever exhabited in Eastern South
Carolina. Having bought by Car Load cut rely, we ftfe pre
pared to mcke figures that defy competition.
In Sewing Machines we handle the White, AtrericAQ- house
hold and Hoitfbrd. all strickly first-class ; also machine need
les, oils and attachments lor all machines.
We.carry a large liue of Engines and Mill suppHefi, such alt
Belting, Packing, Lacing, and $11 kind* of t’team Fittings in
iron and brass; Lubricating and Cylinder Oila, Tallow, etc.
Machine Bolts in every si?c.
Agricultural machinery, si*eh aa Colton Gins, Pc
Condensers, Presses, Mowers, Horae Rakes, Grain Pi
Pomps for driyeu wells, $ specialty.
We are agents for several first class Steam JEngn
and would be pleased to give bottom figures* to those desiring
to purchase a ginning or saw mill outfit.
•September 13, 1888,
prs and
etc.
aad Mills
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