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PUBLISHKD EVKRY ThVRBDAT Morhixb. jlEKRT J, JkOMPSON, PROPRIETOR. TERMS—11 Per Annum in Advance; 50 cent* for 0 month.*: 35 ccnta for 3 muiithH. Aiivertiaing Rates: One Square Unit insertion $1.00 One Square bcoond insertion 50 Every sulmequent inaertion 50 Contract advertisements insert*! ui>ou the most reasonable lerms. Bj AUGUSTA LAEIfCD. (t'oprrlfkt, 1*6. by American Press tluo.) CHAPTER IH. “And It irnt i/oii that rpread t/mtdnmnn Lie ttory." Sister Martha, in spite of her sonud constitution and great natural rigor passed two very bad nights. The demon of insomnia sat by her pillow and goaded her to the point of desperation The second night a change had come over the temper of the weather, an autumnal change that set the wind moaning around the corner of the honse, while dead leaves trailed off on the blast in long lines, and a black scud sped over the face of the moon. Sister Martha did not close an eye until four o'clock in the morning. She tossed and turned, and creaked the bed stead—one of Mother Mayhew's high posters, rather rickety in the joints— and every now and then raised herself on her elbows and hissed out between her teeth in a stage whisper, “I've got to de it, or 1 shall die!" thus witnessing to the stars that a burden lay on her con science. Who could have believed that Mrs. Martha Whitcumb, that stout and aelf confident dame, was ever subjected to punishment under the lash of Re- mr-ds? She, of all women, seemed the least open to such flagellation, though the black puffs under her eyes and the yellowness of her skin hail, to Ann s eye, indicated some alteration of health At last, at daylight, she fell asleep and dreamed that she was trying to force her way into a shining company with only- one thin garment on and without stock ings ami shoes, while she suffered an agony of shame at her unclothed condi tion. In spite of the creaking of Sister Martha's bedstead, Miss May hew slept more sonudly than she had for many a long month. The cool change seemed to brace her and do her good. She was folded like a child and cradled in the loug swing of the wind, os it bowed the tops of the trees and sent the dead leaves scurrying. She lay sung and warm breathing easily, and dreamed that she was dressed in white, walking in a rose garden, ami as she looked the roses bios somed into the faces of little children she hail known. Some of them were dead, but they were all smiling on her turning their pretty heads to look ns site passed. The sweetness of the dream seemed to linger with her some time after waking with her vibrating nerves all pleasantly g-throb in every atom of her flesh. ,8hc Was very sensitive to dreams and omens what site called 'intimations^' Could it be that something good wa» going to happen? How long it seemed since any thing had happened in the strange mo notony of her life. At any rate she felt stronger and brighter that windy mom ing with its splendid broken gleams There was life and excitement in the air. It seemed to stir her languid pulses. She rang for Ann Daskett to help hei dress, and would have on her blue wrapper and white shawl and pink worsted slippers. She was going down to the sitting room to take her place by the window, and her face bad a little anticipatory brightness in it as she gazed out on the bronzing tree tops. One bough of the big maple by the front gate was already a deep crimson, a col gr that seemed to blow a trumpet blast ga |t sparkled in the sun. Sister Martha found her already down Ifaim lyheti Ann had kindled a wood five on the hearth, and the smell of the bunting sticks was pleasant in the nostrils, it was the first time they had met since the “high tea." oYour party was a great supcess," Miss Mayhew said in a simple, iwper sona! way that was touching, “it seemed real cheerful to have fplgs pom ing to the honse again; l^felt os if moth er wonld like it if she conld know, anti father, too, for he waa always fou4 of having company. 1 crep' out on the stairs in th’ 4ark and heard the deacop tolling bis old stories—that one about the coon banging by his tail, and bow the minister did laugh I” She went musing along, feeling glad that the old bouse had redeemed its character for hospitality, the ideal so dear to her heart, so dread when pre sented in a concrete form involving re sponsibility. Miss Mayhew was moie pleasantly expansive than was her wont with Sister Martha, who usually acted on her nerves like an east wind, but the Utter had fallen into an unwonted sulky, silent mood; the reaction from the tea party seemed to have come in as a back stroke, bringing with it a sense of din illusion. Even the excitement of “spit ing" the Woods and Tuckers until they were green with envy had lost some of taebanp. tine said she was going pot and might put be bapb for some tlmp. ptip went to her room, and put on the bonnet with the red (lowers, her best mantle and Md gloves. She looked in tbs glass and remarked to herself that ths red Powers mads bar face look more “Joundtoy” than ever. Tbs black, baggy spaces under her eyes were very potioeabje. Her bad nights were tolling tales, "It's got to be done,” she said, through her elinchsd teeth, and then her face grew rigid and gray. If she was going to loss her sleep and go off In her looks like that what was the use of living? She went down the back stairs to Ann's kitchen with the crumpled invita tion in her baud and carefully deposited it on a big bed of coals in the stove. Ann sat with her back turned, a pan of apples iu her lap she was paring for piss. “1 may pack op and go home by tbs afternoon train, Ann," she said abruptly, "hut don't mention it to bar quite yst, tor I may conclude to stay." h* MW _ stiff. I thought Miss Warm yon to tea for Sattday, acd that’s thfc ©renin.* **So she did, Ami, bat 1 may have to "end a regret. I’m beginning to get kind of oueasy about things st home on the farm." Ann gave an incredulous grnnt. She I was con.-aitulioiiaily incapable of be lieving all that Mrs. Martha Whitcumb said. The appearance of the red artifi- ri;Us nml the kid gloves so early in the morning seemed rather suspicious. Mrs. W liitcmnb went out the buck way aware that Ann was watching her from the window. She m.ule the circuit of a Urge square and then darted down Spring street uutil alto cauo to Captain Bligh’s door, where aho stopped, panting, and fnrtively looked op and down with a nervous quiver in her legs she had never exporioncod until within a few mouths past, when broken nights had began to be the torment of her life. Now she glanced np at Captain BHgh’s house as she stood there hesitating and afraid. It was a long, low, unadorned honse, dingy white iu color, much streaked by weathering, with a high pitched, shingled roof of old style, a door in the middle and two windows on each side. The front yard was bare of flow ers, though in the time of Mary Bligh it had blazed with beauty. She looked np at the windows that seemed to gazo out of forlorn, woman less eyes. The yellow curtains hnng limp and stringy, and one rebellious shade had come down bodily and ex posed the interior nakedness. The shut ters were thick with dust and the panes darkened with fly specks. She knocked discreetly, for the bell was broken, and to the first summons there came no re sponse. She knocked again, more em phatically, and footsteps began to draw near, as if from an immense distance, echoing along uucarpetod floors and empty passages. It was Captain Bligh in person who flung the door open wide with a jerk and stood there on the threshold in his shirt sleeves, a tall, dark bearded man, with tinned face and bands and singularly bright eyes. He was a little taken aback at seeing a woman on his threshold, a woman, too, so handsomely dressed, for he was ac customed to tramps and beggars, but not to visitors of this finished descrip tion. The morning sun, too, was in his eyes and made him blink. “What’s wanted," he asked in the tone of command natural to a man who for years has walked the quarter deck with undisputed sway. “Wliy, don’t you know me Cap'u Bligh.” He scowled blackly os he stooped a little to peer under the veil that covered the lady's face. “Is it the woman who applied for a housekeeper's place?” “La, Cap'u Bligh, as if I wonld ask such a thing. • porson of my means. 1 am Martha Whitcnmb, Martha An drews that was.” The clond darkened on the captain's strong face, and there were running ruts over the eyebrows that betokened storms. “Oh. you!” he said, drawing in his breath with a sharp sound. “Won't you let me darken your door, Cap'u Bligh?" she said, not without a tremor. “You accrued my invitation, 1 know, but I have something to say to you." The captain still stood darkling and looming over her, piercing her with his wary eyes, as if trying to probe the mo tive of her visit. At last he pulled him self together, having suddenly remem bered his manners. “You can walk aft, if you don’t mind,” said he in a softer tone. “The decks haven't been swabbed of late; 1 have been too bns\ about other things to think of them." Mrs. Whitcumb, quivering more than ever, did step aft through rvn uncar- petod passage to what had been the din ing room of the Bligh homestead. The room was flooded with sunshine. There were three large, high windows from which the captain, in his manly im patience of swathiugs that shut out the light, had toru down the curtains. A cook stove had been set np near the chimney, and drs. Martha's sharp nose at once detected the odor of a burning teakettle. She stepped straight to the stove and deftly lifted it off the fire. Tho breakfast table, still uncleared, oc cupied the middle of the large room. It was the captain's practice to use all the dishes in the house successively and to stack them in what he called the locker, meaning the cupboard, to await the ar rival of his old woman helper who came over once a week to wash up and tidy the honse. A pile of red and yellow squashes were penned np in one corner of the room, and oth< - nooks were filled with a litter of books, magazines and news papers heaped on the floor. A mclauchol- old white parrot, much denuded of fee.tkers about its scrawny neck, sat dozing on a perch. On the casing of one of the cnrtainless windows letting in pitiless floods of daylight t> revel over the damaged and dusty con dition of Captain Biigh's belongings was stuck a long row of immense nee dies with blach and white threads dar gling, ready for immediate use in th sewing on of buttons and the drawm. np of rents in tho captain's wardrobe On the wall over his sea chest hung f chronometer and a marine chart, and the demijohn of whisky rescued from the deep stood on the chimney piec* cluttered with pipes and garden tool* currycombs auq ppQtjqcks. Captain Bligh looked around rather ruefully, as if the presence of a wel' dressed woman had for the first tim» made him conscious of the clutter and confusioq and discomfort of his abode. “I know I ain’t shipshape, Mrs. Whit omub, bat 1 haven't much time to pipr clay inside.” “It ain’t right to live so,” returned Sister Martha, taking in the scene with her housewifely glance, "Mou're f woman hater, Cap'n Bligh, and I guest you've found out yon can't manage s house as yon wonld a three master.” A strange look came into the captain's face, something between a satirical smile acd a terrible, black frown. “] don't suppose yon have come here to talk me over,” he said sharply, as he seated himself with his back to the light, but where the Widow Whitcumb. gently swaying back and forth her stont per son in the rocking chair, presented s (air target for his keen eyes. “Yes, ( have,” she answered, plucking np ppqrage, as she fussed with the fringes of her mantle. ‘T’ve come to talk abpnt what yon air, and what yon might haye been and ought to have beer —a better anil happier man.” "Welli" said he, in a tone of grim re etralnt that his schoqner hands under stood as a sign of tempest piping np in (he shrouds, “pay cut your hawse- if yon must. Mm, Whitcumb, m be damned if 1 can make put your bear ings. or which way you are tryin to steer." “Don't use foul langwidgo, Georg, Bligh. In the presence of a woman Them sailor oaths are repugnant to my feelins. It's not associatin with the sej for so many years that’s made yon what you are, George, and its the greatest of pities, for you had in you the makin of s fine man—1 may say a splendid man And yon know 1 was livin, when we both wm young, at Mother Mayhew's asa sort toft handed connexion of the tun sewtn god hatpin with the then. Well, yes; I do eeppo*. Vinte war *> the postofflee and come back diaap- as pretty as a picture—all pink and whit* pointed, and I ooold not help exulting, and the sweetest hair falling around her * dent know whether I wanted her to bead In big looae ringlets. I didn’t wen. der you admired Vinie, George, bat 1 knew then she hadn’t any physical stam- iny. Her hands were always weak and ~i.it. ubo couldn't lift or work .hard, yon, George, needed* a' wife that and could help you along—could go in and rough it if there was any need; and there was more than one woman in this town that would have been glad to do it. But, of course, with land adjoining yon livin neighbors and seein her every time yon was borne from sea, you fell in love with Vinie. But she wasn't the one cut out for you. 1 always knew it and so did Mother Mayhew, partly on ac count of Vinie’s being sneb a weaklin and partly because she knew you would never be a professin Christian. A slight quiver seemed to pass over the captain's strong frame, and when Mrs. Whitcnmb came to a pause he was silent a moment before he pat oat hix hand and said in a strange, hoarse voice, “1 won’t hear any more of this. “You've got to hear it,” said the widow in tremulous tones, sitting bolt upright in the rocking chair. “1 can't go on tbi« way much longer with my appetite a comia and goin like the old woman's soap, and me a tumin a marigold yel low that always had a good, clear skin, and my nights on a bed of thorns instead of a good hair mattress with the best springs. “For God's sake try to keep before the wind," muttered the captain, as he puck ered his forehead ami moved impatiently in his chair. “Yon know," she went on nervously, “it was at that time Josiah Whitcumb was paying attention to me. Josiah was a kind of lubberly, thick sknlled boy, but he had inherited a good farm at Bath from his father, Deacon Whitcnmb that was. Mother Mayhew's first hus band, and his mother wanted to get hiss married off. There wasn't many girls that would look at Josiah in spite of the farm, and Mother Mayhew worried a good deal abont it. She thonght it wonld be just the makin of Josiah to get mar ried, and I hein right there in ths family and havin nothing of my own it did look as if it might be intended. Mother May hew was alwaye talking abont the ’pint- ings of providence. She wgs a very re ligions woman. But you see 1 couldn’t love Josiah no way. I newer pretended I loved him even when 1 thonght it host to take him/ I was a girl then, and 1 had my fancy for a dark man, with a tine ftgger and a high spirit. 1 always did admire high strung men, and while yon was lookin at Vinie, Cap’n Bligh, 1 was lookin at yon, which 1 hadn't ought to." Here she paused, and fnmbling in her pocket for her Handkerchief put it to her eyes. “Go on!" sliontod the captain imiMt- tiently, “for God's sake let's warp into dock.” Sister Martha had turned pale under the sallow tint of her skin. “Cap’n Bligh,” she faltered, “I feel os if I was expoein myself dreadfully, but I've got to do it. Have you got that Testament you saved from your last ship wreck along with the demijohn of whis ky? i want to see it." The captain got up and strode to his bedroom, adjoining the room they were in. Mrs. Wh f '<mmb could see through the open doo- the tumbled bed and a confusion of garments. He seemed to be searching for some time in the drawers of a bureau, v'drliug over the contents with large, impatient hand. At length be came ont, bringing a small thick vol ume bound in leather, with the leave* discolored and the covers warped by i wetting in salt water. Mrs. Whitcomb took it and turned to the fly leaf. “It's got your sister Angelina's nair In it,” she said, “and I guess you'd hav to respect au oath if you took it on thi book.” Tho captain was standing before he with his hands in his pockets glowering and knitting his brows in his effort t understand. “An oath,” said he asto;, islied; “what do yon mean?" “I mean there's a secret weighing in my mind, and if it does look bad for m I’ve got to toll it” “Keep your secrete for all me," sai he, turning abruptly on his heel; "Fve u. doubt it’s some d—d piece of foolishness. “I can’t keep U and 1 won't, Georg Bligh. It’s killin me by inches. My leg are all a-tremble after a sleepless nig), —when something comes and stands b my bed and says, ‘JTon've got to do it It's about you and me aad Vinie an them old times." The captain looked startled and hi keen eye rested suspiciously for a mi ment on the woman's agitated fact “Well," said he, laying his hand light!., on the book, “I’ll promise not to tell, a you make such a psint of it." She stood np and faced him, pnttin. herself between him and the door; eyin him, too, much as a moose eyes a big ca that is on the point of a spring. “Well, George,” her speech flowed oi with many hesitations and breaks, “you remember thqt picqlo up at Borns’ Mill when you ashed' Vinie tq go and Mothei Mayhew kep' her at home on the pre tense that she had a had cold, and yot. was pipin mad and looked black as a thundercloud because yon could se, right through it all: M°ther Mayhev, was always against yon, George. She hadn't no faith in gonfnrin men. She said they mostly a’l (tad a "rife and family in every' porl they frequented, and weren’t hardly pyer known to be pious. She wanted Vinie to marry t minister. She sent Josiah and me off in a buggy, and when we got to ths Mill you was there wanderjo 'round, lookin glam and disconsolate, So yon kind o. made np to me because you wanted tc talk about Vinie, and yon asked me tc be your friend and her friend, and tc tell her to keep np her courage and tc believe in your tenth and constancy. You were going next day to join youi ship for a three montha’ voyage to the West Indies, and yon promised to write to Vinie from the first port yon touched. You gave me so many messages fo: Vinie 1 couldn’t charge my memor> with them all. 1 didn’t so mnch as loot at Josiah all that day, and he was hoppit. mad and never spoke to me once going home." The captain was holding her with hi: wary eye. A kind of aSheq hue had overspread his dark cheek, hi said under his breath. “Yon went a way j "she resumed slow ly, qnailing and dropping her eyee un der his look, “and 1 guess the devil juns) have entered into me with seyan pthet spirits. 1 forgot all them messages yoq sent to Vinie, partly because 1 argyed it ont that it wonld’ be wrong to go against Mother M*rhew. j qevev hreothed a word fiboni that JeWer yon promised to write, and tho wild notion got hold of me that mebbe yon wonld take np with me if Vinie was on! of your reach. I guess 1 waa half c-azy. and (treated Josiah like fie dirt under my feet. Bnt it didn't stam to make any difference with him in the end—he was almost too stnpid to know it Well. Vinie was looking for that letter. 1 hadn't breathed a word, bnt she knew yon would write. 1 conld see it in her face as she went every day to the post- office with a light step and then came dragging home with her eyes glassy aad her face kind of pinched and withered. She grew whiter aad whiter every day, forth* if m cpaM took, right tfempeh a® 1 **'.'. die or not I wm wicked enough to. But finally she broke down in the first of her hysterical spells, poor weakly thing that she wm. aad idij .would make — s u puAvmce, ana toe tetter cams that very day. 1 couldn’t bear she should have it 1 thonght I'd rathei be tore limb from limb. I didn’t know what 1 wm about, 1 guess, for I walked around a lorg time in a kind of daze, and at last 1 found myself down by the river at the old red bridge, and I took the letter out of my pocket and tore it in little strips and threw them ont on the water, and 1 c-n see them now go bob bing np and down on the current.” Every particle of color had left the captain's face, and his eyes were blazing like balefires. He gave a wildcat spring and seized her two wrists in a grasp of iron. “And it wm yon that spread that damnable story all over the town that 1 had a wife and children in Saint Kitt's, and wm trying to commit bigamy. And when 1 earns home her mother met me and told ms ths report, and said her daughter hated ms and would never willingly see me again.” “Let me go," shrieked Sister Martha. m the vicelike grasp tightened on her wrists. “I’d have took you if you'd had forty wives in all the ports, but you treated me m if I'd been a toothless thing. Yon spurned me, George Bligh, and forced me to marry Josiah Whit cumb. Let me go, or I'll screech bloody murder. Yon ’ook as if yon meant to kill me. 1 tell yon Mother Mayhew lied. She was a good Christian woman, but she lied. Vinie loved you; she always has, poor shadow, sitting at her window year in and year out to see you pass, withont so mnch as ever torning your head, watchin nights the light in your house as if her life hang on it” The captain let go her wrists. There was a horrib’e look in his face. His fingers crooked as if ready to seize the woman's throat. She had gradually backed into a comer, whence there was no deliverance. At that moment the old parrot awoke on his perch and called ont in a sleepy, raucous voice, “Don't be a fool, George.” The captain stumbled back and fell into his chair. He was terrified at the murderous impulse that had come over him. There was a long, iharp knife on the table. He just glanced at it and fell into a shuddering fit, turning sick and giddy. She was at the door of the room now, and had stopped to say she hoped he would forgive her, or something to that effect, but his head was in a whirl and he conld not take it in. He had almost been a murderer, and the horror of it and the weakness that came with a sense of escape tilled all his being. Her voice seemed to come from a long distance off; and as he sat there, crouched over, with his heml in his hands, he heard steps go along the passage and the front door open and close. There was such a humming and roaring in his ears, he wondered if he were growing deaf. Niagara seemed poured through them: every drop of blood in his body was ebullient. Something hail happened to the captain. Sister Martha meantime had managed to get into Ann’s kitchen by the back way. Miss Mayhew saw her pass the front of the honse as she sat at her win dow engaged on a pink zephyr wool sack for Tom Murphy's seventh bait)'. Tom Murphy was her gardener and factotum and at that moment was cutting the lawn in front of the house. She was startled, and the work hung suspended on tier hand to see how Sister Martha stooped and halted. How old her figu e looked in spite of the smart mantle and tho artificials. Ann, too, as she stumbled into the kitchen was surprised at the sallow gtiastliness of her face. She fell back gasping on a chair, and when she came to herself she found that Ann had taken off her gloves and waa chafing her hands. “It was a stroke like,” said she feebly. “Nothing serious, Ann. I’ve had ’em before. They’re due to my bad -lights. Could you bring me a thimbleful of brandy? I’m that shaky I don't feel as if I could get up stairs without g. drop of something strengthening, Yon may tel) Sister Vinie I'm going home on the throe o'clock train." (TO BB CONTIULF.D.) Who Did W'hstr In the days when onr grandmothers were girls there came occasionally into the family of a good deacon with nine children a village dressmaker. She had an absorbing interest in other people's affairs, and always looked forward with particular pleasure to the week during which she cut and fitted for the deacon’s girls, knowing that his house was in some sort a social center, where she was likely to hear plenty of fresh news and entertaining anecdotes. One day she arrived late for her work, ami its she entered the house caught a glimpse of the six daughters already as sembled in the family sitting room with their gowns and patterns, their work- boxes and their new roll of "Injy mus lin.” Bnt none of them were at work, for one was tolling the other a story of such absorbing interest that they sat breath- teas and spellbound, with hands fallen in their laps or needles suspended in the air. Tha light waa too mnch for the new- comet 1 ': With ope mitt W> and one off. har unfastened pelisse dragging from her shoulders, her bonnet askew find its loosened strings streaming, site up peared suddenly among the astonished girls, crying as she camel "What? 7/hat? What is it? Who did what?" She was answered, although giving a full answer involved the retelling of the whulo story, hut her comprehensive in quiry became thereafter a family by word. Among the deacon's descendants to this day if one shows signs of too great inquisitiveness, it is sufficient for any other memtier of the family to ask, witli a lift of the eyebrow: “Who did what?”—Youth's (kimpan- son. Taking Tknf.^sray Bvrlowsty. Tim obscurity in which Thackeray um (eft the beginning of Newcome, Bart., it an instance of his forgetfulness ttbont his peoplp which, glaring as it is, has hitherto escaped comment- Thomas Naweome, the elder, is said to have been “tha founder 1 ’ of the Newcome family. We are given to understand that he wm » foundling, Up to the tiipfl at his demise th re wm no New- coma, part. Mr. Newcome “might have been made” one, hut "he eeehewed Wood hand*," As h« said, Tt WoW'Wt do; the Quaker connection wouldn’t Mke it," Bnt his twin sons by hit second wife, Sophia Alethea Hobson, are stated to have been colled Hobson and Brian, re speotively, “after their uncle and late grandfather, whose name and rank they were destined to perpetuate." The “rank” is clearly the Newcome baron etcy, but equally clearly the uncle and grandfather mast have been Hobsons the founder of the Newcome family be ing "himself alone.” Thg twins at fir*, take order ag glMWt, Then Brian is de- flrtrtl to be foe elder “by a quarter of |pi hqqr." He it referred to ha “Mr. Brian.* All at once he become* “Sir Brian,” and “perpetuate*” a “rank” to which, for all that appears, he had no right whatever.—Notes and Queries. Gold Filling* for FaUo Tooth. "Funny business, this,” remarked a dentist, tnrning from his workbench and addressing the reporter. “What?” “Filling false teeth. Every now and then, when we make a set of false teeth, we are asked to fill two or three of the front ones, so that the gold when the wearer smiles will shine like a darkey's heel. This takes away the connterfeit appearance of the teeth to some extent. It’s a counterfeit upon a counterfeit. “Persons who have this kind of work done are willing to pay for it, and as they always want a good showing of gold, and are very particular as to the appearance of the work, we have to charge well for it. Somehow I don’, like to do it. When we have made the counterfeit teeth it always seems to me that the deception has gone far enough.”—Indianapolis Journal. Yankee Thrift. The Maine man who cannot turn his hand to another source of profit when one fails him is a scarce article. An en graver and carver of old time repute, in the palmy days of Maine shipbuilding, now a resident of Kittery, finding bis occupation gone as a sculptor cf figure heads for vessels, is engaged in making idols and graven images for the heathen! He has a large order that will employ most of his time for over two years, from a missionary just returned from Central Asia to this country. This mis sionary, by the way, is evidently some thing of a Yankee himself.—Kennebec Journal. Johnson’s Peculiarities. Johnson was a eulogist of the metropo lis, and it was down Fleet street that he took liis daily walk, which, owing to the series of tasks he made compulsory on himself, was a really curious perform ance. First, every post required lobe touched as he passed it; next it was a point of honor to step exactly in the middle of each paving slab and lastly, as he approached his destination, a series of graduated strides had to be employed in order to reach the door with one par ticular foot.—Hygiene. A Novel Watch. One of the meet ingenious and inex pensive novelties of the day is a gun metal watch, keyless, and showing npon its face, through small apertures, the day, date, mouth and state of the moon. The watch requires only to be wound in tlie usual way, and when tho honf of J2 o'clock—midnight—arrives, with a slight click the day and date change iu a magic, although automatic, manner. — New York Journal. WHY IS THE W. L. DOUGLAS S3 SHOE cen??Sweii THE BEST SHOE IN THE WORLD FOR THE MONET? It is a seamless shoo, with no tacks or wax thread to hurt the feet; mario of the best flue calf, stvllsh and easy, and be< auss tee make more thoe* of thia grade than any other manufacturer, it equals baud- sewed shoes costing from $4.U0 to $f>.0Q. ttC 00 Genuine lltiud-aewrrf, the finest ealf shoe ever offered for $.5.01); equals French Imported shoes which cost from $8.0oto $12.00. ^4. Ilnnd-Sowcd Welt Shoe, flno ~alf, stylish, comfortable and durable. The best shoe ever offered at this price ; same grade os cue* tom-made shoes costing from $i;.uu to A'.ux). QO 50 Police hhoei Farmers. Itallroad.Men and LclterCarrlersall wear them; flue calf, seamless, smooth inside, heavy three soles, extea. Sion edge. One pair will wear a year, tt O 50 »lne cnlfx po belter shoe ever offered at this price; One trial will convince those who want a shoe for comfort and service, ttO ‘^'1 IM.OO Workingman's shoes are very strong and durable. Those who have given them a trial will wear no other make. RrtVC* and $1.95 school shoes are o worn by tho hoys everywhere; they sell on their merits, ns the iueroaalng sales show. I ofl Sag lluiid-Mcwcd shoe, best WIV Xkmgola, very stylish; equalsFreucn Imported shoos costing from $4.00 to $6.oo. lindies* *J,50, $J.OO nnd $1.95 shoe for Kisses are the best flneUongolu. Stylish end durable. Caution.—8ee that W. L. Douglas’ mime and price are stamped on the bottom of each shoe, nr TAKE NO BEBBTITITTIL a, Insist on local advertised dealers supplying you W. la. DOrULAS, Brockton, Misk. Sold by For Sale by A. J. Broom, Darlington S. C, B0 IT Understood That *THE IED File UCKET I* Is still here and here for SUCCESS We have just returned from New York with a stock that will prove a thunderbolt and an eye-opener to the sore oppressed con sumer of this county; we want your trade and believe we will get it: for the simple reason we are going to give you more goods for your money than you can get elsewhere, either in this town or another. HERE IS THE SECRET: We know when, where and how to buy and we know how to attend to our own business and leave others’ alone; also, we underbuy and can undersell, and so for the future we will be in New York a great p; rt of our time and have an office there. Two thousand years nave not developed a better method of learning the state of affairs than to come and see fer yourself. We buy as we sell—for cash. The house that sells for cash has no reason to put on long range profits. Now, when you read these MATCHLESS PRICES BELOW, Don’t try think of the quality of the goods, but come and see them and you will be convinced that all we say is nt ar the solid truth. Remember, we are a shoe store, dry goods store, notion store, tin and hardware store, jewelry store, and handle more real imported goods than anyone else in town. Come and see our Japanese tire screens, fans and other novelties. 100 Barrels Tooth. Picks at 5cts. Bbl. 7Y LWAYS the cheapest. Alarm clocks, KO to 90c. Adamant pins, 14 rows, 1 c each. Agate buttons, 3 cents gross. Albums, 45 cents up. Ash receivers, 5 cents. , < SUGAR OOATKD) Haydock’a New ffBV Pilla. K wonderful and extraordinary tr ited medicine, '4 ho VictorittH .nd S utter. @a, although thera are countless Pilla used for tooase. spd claiming much as to their merit, the re. mirk.ible discovery of Dr, Uaydock has eclipsed them #lk and has founded * NEW MEDICAL SYSTEM. The Doctors, whoso vast doses of four or five pills, en. fcoble the stomai U&nd paralyze the bowels, must give way to the man who restores oealtu and appetite with one or two ot his extraordinary Vegetable Fills. One or two of DR. HAYDOCK’H NEW LIVER PILLS suffices to place the stomach iu perfect order, creates an sppe. tite, and renders the spirit light ana buoyant. If the Livor is affected its functions are restored, and if the Norvous System is enfeobied, it is invigorated and eua- Wined. SYMPTOMS OF BIUOFBJfX^ I. The patient complains ofin f.iltn««sof the stomach. Il Hesrtbu 011 °* ^ vv,n< ** ■Ami of weariness, sleepiness after meals. i badtebt > in the mouth, and furred tongue. . Constipation, with an occasional diarrhoea. , Hssdache in front of head. . Depression of epints and great .AM of the abovo sj’Trvt.««p| to wh w functional I compound Mf | tiia Livbr: sud a«>w comes the great > e^ror mao© as to the condition of ths “‘4 immediately provide himself with a ANT, the most common form of which experience shows that this, when ths PUl properly. Is tho readiest mode of tUvittM _ the action of (he Liver,and .tea MsaiwajS lave devoted many ye^js M »y Mfe in ossa, ill, that wiU act *“4 systomattcalij lemedik I do not believo in great pares. Haydock’s New Liver PilL BW u, th, taw an« lint ^oh jdal omitoh!* Twentj? PiUa. Price Twenty-flre _ by all Druggists. Anr soepke can have a rWl of mile RENT HIM FRICK . _ of his name and address, for a trial, a postsl card for oopy of pamohlet—“THE LTV. AND m MYSTERY.* It furnishes valuable In. phjnTffs MYSTERY formation to all. B IQ diives that make trade lively. Buttons, 1 cent dozen up. Button hole twist, 1 cent a spool. Basting spoons, 4 cents. Basting thread, 2 cents. Battice dress goods, bargains. c 0NSTANTLY receiving goods. up. Cuffs, linen, 5 cents up. Collars, 5 cents up. Curtains, lace, 11 cents and Corsets, 25, 45 cents up. Corset clasp, 5 and 10 cents. Cologne, 10 cents and up. Curling iron, 5 cents. Combs, 3, 5, 8, 10 cents up. Crash, 5, 6, 10 cents per yard. Curry combs, best, 5 cents. Clocks, large walnut $2.85. Chiffon laces, 3c up; all colors. F AMILIARIZE yourself with our goods and prices. Fans given away. Fans at 1, 2, 5, 10 to 50c. Flannels all prices. Family Bibles, sold by agents at $12, we sell at $4.95. Flouncing, 24 to 45 inches, at 25, 38, 45c per yard. Fayle, i wide, only 14c. s OMETHING for every body. m ATCHLESS prices: Millinery in its phases. Latest styles cannot be surpassed. Ladies’ hats, 5, 10, 20, 25, 30, 35c up. Mits, all shades, 10c up. Muslins and challies from lie yard up; fast colors and white N OTHINQ but honest dealing. Nations of all kinds. Nottingham curtains, spreads and shams, 28c up. D RIVES for all. Dornet shirts, 20c each. Dish pans, 10 to 35c. Dictionaries, Webster’s large, 1,443 pages, only $1.25 each. Damask, fast colors, 25, 30, 33c. Dippers, black handle, 5c. Dress stays, 5c dozen. VERYBODY undersold Embroidery silk, 7 spools for 5c. Envelopes, best, 25 for 5c. Everlasting trimming, 1c per yard up. o p IL, machine, 5c. il, hair, 5c. Shoes, we are up to the hub in this line. Ladies pebble grain button, 85c, patent cap kid button, 90c, glove, $1. Oxfords all kinds, 65c up. We are headquarters for all kinds of shoes. Suspenders, 9, 10c up. Shirts, 20, 25, 30 up. Socks, 5c up. Suits, $1.50, $2.85 up. T RADEMARK bright. Honor Tinware, all kinds. Tooth brushes, 5c and up Tooth picks, 100 barrels at 5c a barrel, toy u NDERBUY and under sell Underwear: Ladies’ vests, 8, 10, 15, 28, 30c Umbrellas and parasols YZ ISIT us; no charge for courtesy .LUCK and prices win. Purses, 5c. Pocket books, 10c up. Pencils, 5c dozen up. Potatoe mashers, 4c. Pens, 4 for 1c. R EFERENCE, the coin. Ribbons, big job, 1c up; wide at 10c. Razor strops, 25c. Ruching all kinds. Vests, 8c and up W HALING big stock of all kinds of dress goods, latest shades in cotton, wool and silk goods, at prices that know no competi tion. Come and see and be con vinced. Mr. Brasington will handle this end of the rope while I will be in the markets sending in each week land slides that wil shake the foundations of all competition. I am well satisfied with my experience in Darlington and feel safe in say ing that the Racket has a host of friends. Respectfully, HAYDOCK A CO., NSW TOR*, C, », CAUTION 1 -Druggists are desired fo fotltaw that tha ■'ranels, r-* A *- name of J. H. FraoeL, , Attention Mechanics! AH persona in need of babbitt inet&l ca n purchase it cheap at thk Dar LI HOTOSf Nkws office. June 18, ’80-t( HEPARD Proprietor.