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larlmgton Jjta. Pdbushkd Evrut Thurskat Morning. ^Jenrv J. JM0MP8ON, PROPRIETOR. TERMS—ft Per Annnm in Advance; 50 cents for 8 monthe; cents for 3 montlis. AdvertiKinK Rates: One Square first insertion fl.00 One Square second insertion..../. SO Every subsequent insertion 30 Contract advertisements inserted upon the most reasonable terms. FAIRYLAND. Under the branches they went togetner. The blossoming branches that break the sky. All In the morn of the young, sweet weather, When softly the green on the hills doth He; And Dorothy thought It was over the meadow. And Cicely said It was dose by the spring. But Polly was sure that the woodland's shadow Sheltered that magical fairy ring. So over the meadow they swiftly hied thcro- Oh, but the bird in the blue sang sweet! They saw not the blush of the brier beside them. The violets smiling beneath their feet. Long by the spring they lingered and listened. Twas a diadem set in a mossy rim. And oh, the beauty that clustered and glia toned In frail ferns falling about its brim! They sought In the wood for a wonder reveal ing, And saw not the leave* in a net o'erbead. Oh, but the song through the pine to pa steal ing. And oh, that hush down the dim way* bed! Then, when the sun leaned lower to And them. Homeward they wandered a sorrowful way And knew not the laud they were leaving be hind them. The rare new land of a young June day! But Dorothy thinks it over the meadow, And Cicely says It is close by the spring; While Polly is sure that the woodland's shadow Shelters the magic al fairy ringl —Virginia Woodward Cloud in St. Nicholas. THE GOLD PIECE. Along the shining shore close to where the waves dashed and broke into long undulating lines of foam a little boy was gleefully rolling a yellow gold piece upon the paler yellow of the sand. The autumn wind caught his hair and laughter danced in his eyes. The gold piece flashed in the sunlight that streamed across the beach and struck the white cliffs beyond with a dazzling effect. Again and again the child caught the gold in his chubby hand end sent it spinning in swift curves. Then all at once a roguish breeze lifted his hat, and striving to keep his headgear in place he let his eyes wander for an instant from his treasure; when his childish feet reached the [dace where he supposed it would bo lying, the gold piece was not there—it had mysteriously dlHftpcared. A look of chagrin darkened his jubi lant face. Ho wondered what had l>e- come of his money. Perhaps it hod slipped into a crevice of the jntting rock that sprang from the blnff overhead. Or might it not have rolled into the water? Anyway, he could not find it, aud ho was disconsolate at his loss. Presently he abandoned the search, and sitting down in the sand lie began to cry \itterly. The sunlight grew dim, and a tall man, whose figure resembled a silhouette drawn on the pale forgetmenot sky, ap proached from the other end of the beach. He wore a rough dress and walked with a limp. Across his shoulder hnng a long string of silvery fish. Ho saw the little boy, and pausing in front of him spoke almost tenderly: “Well, my little man, what is the mat ter?” he asked. The child lifted his tear washed face ‘Tvo lost my gold piece,” he answered. “How was that?” inquired the man, in terested. “Why, I was rolling it along the sand, and all at once it was gone. I shall be punished for losing it,” and he sobbed afresh. The man came a step nearer. “Was it your own? Did it belong to you?” “Yes; (' day is my birthday and my grandmother gave it to me.” “Poor little chap,” said the lame man kindly. “Let me help you look for it” He began without delay to search in the wet saml and among the pebbles, the boy, his small body bent almost double, following him with eyes riveted upon the ground. The fisherman's glance was keener than the child's, and it was not long before he canght ihe mild gleam of something lying under a fragment of projecting rock. H« looked again; yes, he saw a yellow sjieck ranch brighter than the surrounding sand—a mere, tiny dot of hashing gold, and os he gazed ids heart beat a trifle more quickly. Ho drew himself up, turned his eyes else where, opened his lips, then closed them again ami said nothing. By and by he spoke in a strangely calm voice. “There’s no use looking," he said. “It is lost; yon will never find it.” The boy’s mouth quivered, his breath came in gasps. “Perhaps if 1 came to morrow with my governess we might find it,” he replied; hut there was hope lessness in his tone. “Are you staying at the hotel?” asked the fisherman, looking dreamily at the sea. “Yes, and I must go home now," with a sigh; “I promised not to stay after sunset, and the sun ; s nearly gone.” The man made no reply and the child added, “Do you think ihegold piece could have been washed away by a wave!” “Possibly.” “I only took my eyes off of it for a moment It was spinning along like a little golden wheel and then—well, I will come hack tomorrow early in ihe naming and see if I can find it* Still the man made no answer. All the light had shifted from his figure and the silver scales of the fish had turned to gray. “Ooodby,” said the boy. Then, as an afterthought, “What is your name?” “Caspar—they call me Lame Caspar becanse—of this,” aud he pointed sul lenly to his right leg. “Well, I thank you for helping me to look for my gold piece, Lame Caspar,” said the boy; and he turned away with » little choking sob and began to ascend the steps that led in winding curves up the cliffs. He glanced back when he reached the top and saw Lame Caspar walking slowly on, his string of fish over his shonlder, his head bent forward. He did not walk far, however. By and by he stopped, and wheeling about on bis lame leg, retraced his steps in the di rection he hail come. He crept to the everhanging rocks that now cast great purple shadows on the sand. The short lived afternoon was dying and the sky was aflame in the west. Slowly and cautioualy the man approached the pro jecting corner where he had seen the minute yellow speck, and crouching on hands and knees he drew forth the gold piece. Then he stood up and moved away into a deeper shadow farther on. A thrill of excitement swept over him as he examined what he had found—a gold eagle, polished, heavy and beautiful. He had never seen one before and to his untnrored mind It represented untold wealth. A quick ecstacy shot through him as he felt the cold surface of the metal on his rough palm, and he began to think of what it would buy—a whole “Hallo!” cried a voice, rudely Inter rupting his revery. “ W hat’s that you've got?” Caspar started in affright and a hor rible sense of guilt overcame him. He shook like an as|ien leaf until his dared senses discovered who had spoken. Then his fear left him and he grew angry and defiant. A fellow fisherman with a string of fish and a net stood beside him, having approached unperceived from be hind the crags. “What’s that you've got?” repeated the newcomer. Caspar's hand closed over the gold piece like a vise. “Nothing,” he re torted. “But I saw it. It was gold. Does gold grow in the sand or on the rocks?” and he laughed coarsely. Caspar hesitated. He knew it would be useless to attempt any denial, so he replied indifferently: “1 sold some fish to a lady and she paid me for them. Now are you satisfied?" and he frowned darkly. “What lock!” exclaimed the other. “I wish she'd bought of me.” Then he added, with a tinge of suspicion, “Did she carry them herself?” “No, she hail a servant," answered Caspar angrily. He did not wish to pro long the conversation, so he turned away, remarking, “Good night,” in a surly accent. “Hat yuaH treat first?” called the other after him. “I'm chilled to the bone.” “No, lot me alone; I’ve something to do at home,” and he strode on. “You’ll give all the hula a drop at The Bull tonight, anyway'?" cried the man. “When one has such luck as that he doesn’t forget his friends. I'll tell the tails to expect you.” Lame Caspar's anger arose. He mut tered an oath as he limped on in the darkening twilight. Treat! Not hel He meant to keep the gold piece for him self. It was hard, indeed, if a man couldn’t keep what belonged to him. “But it doesn't belong to you,” a voice seemed to cry within him. “It belongs to the golden haired boy.” Caspar turned to see if any one was following him. He saw nols/dy, yet a peculiar dread possessed him. When he reached his hut, on the outskirts of the settle ment, ho carefully bolted th - door be fore he lighted the candle that he stack into the neck of a bottle. He sat down by the rickety old table and examined the gold piece leisurely. It scintillated in the dim, red candle light like a living | thing. He was afraid to sit there bold ing it in his hand for any length of time. It had already been discovered in his possession and soon the whole village would know of it. Possibly the news might spread to the little boy’s ears, aud then As this thought occurred to him his fingers trembled so violently that the gold piece fell clattering on the table. He began to regret that bo bail not given I it to the hoy, but it was too late now, | and besides he wanted it He loved to look at it. It was the most beautiful tiling ho hail ever seen; but he must hide it away somewhere—hide it until he made up hut mind to spend it He there fore placed it in a enp and locked Uie cup iu a closet After this he cooked his supper and went to bed. Through his feverish dreams all night long brilliant showers of gold danced and twined themselves into fantastic shapes. Sometimes they seemed to fall from an immense height and threaten to crush him beneath their weight, and he cried out in desperate terror. His rest was broken and frightful visions as sailed him. Once or twice the face of a golden haired hoy rose before him alter nately wreathed iu smiles and bathed in tears. With the advent of the dawn Lame Caspar awoke, troubled and nnretreshed. As he walked to his boat, that was moored some distance away, a woman's fresh voice called to him from a window: “Good morning, Caspar. 1 hear that you have a gold piece that a lady gave you for a few fish. What luck!” He stopped short and scowled back at her. “Well, what of it?” he snapped. “Ive a right to my own, I suppose.” “Nobody said you hadn't, but the lads seemed to think you might treat for once. They waited for you at The Bull last night and were vexed becanse you didn't come. Are yon going to treat to night?” “Not" he answered and passed on out of sight into the dull tinted morning. All day, sitting among his nets and tackle, he reflected upon what he had done and the possible resnlt. It wonld be silly in the extreme to keep the gold piece forever in the cupboard when he stood in nee’ 1 of so many things. Still he did not leel like spending it imme diately. A superstitions dread overcame him whenever he contemplated parting with it. Generally speaking, he was a success ful fisherman, but today he got scarcely anything, aud he came home iu the even ing tired and ont of temper. Upon one point bis mind was made np. He would not go near the tavern. He resented be ing pressed to spend the money in drink. But the other fishermen, when they found he did not come, sent a delegation to his house About six men rapped loudly on tne door, more in spirit of mischief than downright vexation, but it was sufficient to rouse Lame Caspar to furious op|>osition. “What do you want?” he shouted, flinging the door wide open and con fronting them with tierce hoetility depicted on every line of his counte nance. “We want yon to treat. Aren’t you coming to The Bull?” "No; I’m sick. Go away and let me alone.” And he tried to shat the door. But the men resisted the action. Sick, nonsense!” cried one. "What’s come over you, man? Have you turned miser?” “Let’s see your gold piece anyway,” said another. “We never get such things, let's see what it looks like,” and he tried to force his way into the cabin. “Yes, let’s see the gold piece!" shonted the others in a chorus. But Caspar's features grew livid with passion. He strode forward with clinched fist “Out of here every mother’s son of yef he shonted. “I’ll not spend a penny to make ye more drunken than ye are. Out of here, 1 say!" The men drew hack surprised at this strange outburst For a moment no one spoke. Then one said, with glow delib eration: “Come away, lads, come away! From the way he talks it looks as if he'd stolen the money instead of coming hon estly by it One would think he was a thief afraid of being found out" With a stifled exclamation Caspai raised his hand to strike the speaker a blow. But hia uplifted arm dropped as though stricken with palsy. His face whitened. He turned away with a groan and sat down. “Come, mates,” cried another voice, and the men vanished in the darkness. How long he remained sitting. Lame Caspar did not know. Bat long after, when he looked np into the obeenrity ami silence, the word. "Thief!” rang through his brain like the clashing of discordant tieila. He a thief? Yes, he hail stolen the gold piece. He was a thief! | money. He <tul not mean to eon teas bis j guilt. He oonlii not bring himself to such » humiliating avowal. He wonld say he had found the gold piece acci- ■ dentally. I Toward noon he c..nnbered np the steep pathway leading to the hotel on the cliff. He trembled with nervous ness as be neared the great white build ing, with its flying flags making spots of j vivid color against the pine gnivus be yond. He glam .si eagerly about among the gronps of people who were seated on ■ the veramla. but he coaid not distin guish any one resembling the little boy. Then he went inside and, hardly able to control his voici-. pnt a few timid qnes- tions to the clerk, who eyed him suspi ciously. “A little boy, with eyes col ored like the sea, and bright hair that floated on his shoulders—where was he?” “His name’?’’ the clerk inquired in a businesslike way. “ 1 don't know his name, bnt 1 want to find him. It is—it is something impor tant.” The clerk reflected a moment, then shook his head. Yes, there had been a little boy answering to that description in the hotel, bnt he had gone away with his parents the day before. Where to? Ah, that he did not know. Tears sprang into Lame Caspar’s eyes. Horribly disap|>ointod, he moved away and mechanically descended the sunlit cliffs to the shore. What should he do now? The gold piece carried with it a curse—a enrse from which he wonld never free himself. His conscience tor tured him. His Inck hail changed. He caught hardly any fish nowadays, and his couqianions were estranged from him. They looked upon him with dis trust and suspicion, and all the while that hideous word “Thief!" rang in his ears and seemed branded upon his soul. Weeks passed. He never went near the cupboard where the gold piece lay shining at the bottom of the cup. He was afraid to look at it. Nobody spoke to him and he si>oke to no one. Heshnt himself np in his cabin, and his one thonght night and day was bow to get rid of the curse that overshadowed him. His superstitious nature grew morbidly sensitive. Often he fancied he was go ing mad. The winter came—the severe winter of the north. The angry sea lashed it self into glittering spray. The great bluff was carpeted with snow and the sky was gray. Lame Caspar became a hermit. When he did go ont it was early, so that no one could see him, and be returned only when night had fallen. The gold piece hannted him as might some frightful specter. It was as though the cupboard concealed a grim presence that he dared not face. In the village the people tapjied their foreheads sig nificantly. “He is crazy,” they said. “Better not go near him or he may do harm.” So they let him alone. Gradually the situation became so in tolerable that Lame Caspar concluded he must end it or else put an end to him self. He began to devise ways and means. By and by he thought of a plan end resolved to carry it out One bleak December night, with a terrible sinking of the heart, he un locked the cupboard, took the gold piece in his hand, and stealing quietly from the house wall ed to the edge of the cliffs. The morn hail burst from be hind a clond and spangled the sea and the snow covered bluffs. Caspar had a knife in his pocket; bat he had not quite decided to use it He wasn't anre whether it wonld be better to dig a hole and bury the gold piece, or to fling it into the sea and him self after it. Life hail no longer any charm or interest for him. He had be come a coward and an outcast. He would rather die than live. However, he could do nothing while the moon dione so brightly. He must wait awhile until it hid itself behind another clond. He ilaced impatiently to and fro in the frosty night. Then all at once came a loud jingle of si .ugh hells and the sound of merry laaghter. Lame Caspar start ed and stood still as a large sleigh drew up almost in front of him and a man jumping ont ran to the horses to arrange i displaced plume. Voices floated to ward the solitary figure on the cliff, and among them was one that caused Cas par's heart almi st to stand still, while a great sob rose in his throat “It was just here,” said a clear, child ish treble, “that 1 lost my gold piece- just below there on the shore. Such a nice, kind fisherman came and helped me to look for it—and"— The boy stopped speaking. Tiien continued in an altered tone: “Why, see that man yonder! What can he be doing there? Something is the matter with him." In another moment the boy had tprang from the sleigh and hail ad vanced toward Lame Caspar, who stood with outstretched arms in the pale moonlight like one transfigured. Tears were rolling down his weather beaten cheeks aud splashed heavily upon the ragged peajacket he wore. “Oht” cried the child joyfully to his companions. “This is the very man— the nice, kind man who helped me to search for my lost gold piece! But," he added, “yon are in trouble. Lame Caspar, you are crying! What is the matter? Why are yon acting so strange ly ont here on the cliffs’?" The child's companions, attracted by the intensity of the tones, approached and stood looking from one to the other. Then the tension in Lame Caspar’s breast gave way as though something had snapped. With hia utterance still choked by sobs he held the gold piece forth in the argent moonlight and prof fered it to the boy, who gave an exult ant shout. “My gold piece! And you found it foi me, you fonnd it?” he exclaimed joy ously. For the first time Lame Caspar dis covered his voice. “Yes. 1—I—fonnd it, and 1 went to find you, but you were gone. 1 kept it. 1 have had it by me ever since. 1 have hoped and waited— hoped and waited” A man's voice called to the child. “Come, Ralph, the plume is fixed. We must go on!” The child was sober and evidently overcome by a vague emotion. He turned the gold piece over in his hand and cast a lingi ring look on the semi crouching f >mi of Lame Caspar, who almost knelt at his feet Then he said softly: “Goodby, Lame Caspar, and thank you. I’ve always prayed for you be cause you belptd me. Good night and goodby.” “God bless you!" cried Caspar in a loud voice. “You have saved mel” “Saved you from what?” asked the child perplexed. “Saved me from myself,” said the fisherman and bowed his head. The boy tuned away* reluctantly. Something in that drooping, sorrowful figure seemed to chain hia attention “Good night,” he whispered once more. “How odd that I should have seen you and got back my gold piece.” “Give it to him again for hi* honesty,” said a gentleman of the party brusquely. ‘Til give you another, Ralph. Let the man keep it.” “To he surer exclaimed the child, and he offered the newly fonnd treasure to Caspar, who drew himself up sternly. the cnild uryiy. A* they re-entered the sleigh - and hr cracked the whip the speaker added: ‘How proud theee people are! For my self. I have no patience with their ridic ulous independence!” H "Ridiculous, indeed!" replied a lady, and the sleigh glided away, leaving Lame Caspar standing still in the moon light with a prayer of thankfulness on ' Ife lips.—Marquise Clara Lanza in Phil adelphia Press Long Servlc** In Wale*. In Wales the Sunday evening service* general!} last two hours. Now there can be little donbt that a service lasting two hours on a summer evening is con sidered too long by working men and women who have been hard at work siz days running. If our chapels are to re tain their bold, especially in English towns, the services must be made shorter. I have seen an advertisement from which it appeared that in one Non conformist chapel the services are “brief bright, brotherly.” But that waa not in Wales.—Liverpool Mercury. With Patti a few thousand dollars is nothing more or less than “a mere song.”—Bos/on Courier. Strenzth and Health. If you are not feeling strong and healthy, try Electric Bit ters. If ‘‘La Grippe” has left you weak and weary, use Elec tric Bitters. This remedy acts directly on Liver, Stomach and Kidneys, gently aiding those or gans to perform their functions. If you are afflicted with Sick Headache, you r..'ll find speedy and permanent relief by taking Electric Bitters. One trial will convince you that this is the remedy you need. Large bot tles only 50c. at Willcox & Go’s drug store. Ethel—What a faultless dress er Mr. Lightcoin is! Etta—Yes; Victor says that even his bids are tailor made.—Chicago Inter Ocean. A Reward of $600 Will be paid for any case of Rheumatism which cannot be cured by Dr. Drummond’s Light ning Remedy. This offer is made in good faith by the pro prietors, and there is no reason able excuse for any one to suffer longer. Any ordinary case will be cured with one bottle. In addition to the reward for diffi cult cases, the money is always refunded where the remedy fails to cure. The price of a bottle is $5—and that is the cost of a cure. Drummond Medicine Co, 48-50 Maiden Lane, New York. Agents wanted. “That man,’’said the coachman pointing to a gentleman going down the street, ‘‘has to work verj hard.” “For his living?” “No; for mine.”—New York Press. A Little Girl's Experience In a Light House. Mr. and Mrs. Loren Trescot are keepers of the Gov. Light house at Sand Beach, Mich, and are blessed with a daughter, four years old Last April she was taken down with Measles, fol lowed with a dreadful Cough and turning into a fever. Doc tors at home and at Detroit treat ed her, but in vain, she grew worse rapidly, until she was a mere “handful of bones.”—ihen she tried Dr. King’s New Dis covery and after the use of two and a half bottles, was complete ly cured. They say Dr. King’s New Discovery is worth its weight in gold, yet you may get a trial bottle free at Willcox & Co’s Drug store. The earth sometimes appears to be decidedly flat to the mor tal who is too poor to go around it.—Dallas News. Dyspepsia and Liver Complaint. Is it not worth the small price of 75c. to free yourself of every symptom of these distressing complaints, if you think so call at our store and get a bottle of Shiloh’s Vitalizer, every bottle has a printed guarantee on it, use accordingly and if it does you no good it will cost you no thing. Sold by Dr. J. A. Bovd The shah of Persia has a to bacco pipe worth $400,000. We have one that we will swap even with his serene highness.—Hav erhill Gazette. O H, What a Cough. Will you heed the warning. The signal perhaps of the sure approach of that more terrible disease Consumption. Ask yourselves if you can afford for the sake of saving 50c., to run the risk and do nothing for it. We know from experience that Shiloh’s Cure will cure your cough. It never fails. This explains why more than a Mil lion Bottles were sold the past year. It relieves croup and whooping cough at once Moth ers, do not be without it. For lame back, side or chest use Shiloh’s Porous Plaster. Sold by Dr. J. A. Boyd. “Where is Ethel?” “She is out breaking her engagement with Chollie Bronson.”—Har per's Bazar. We have a speedy ai d posi tive cure for catarrh, diphthe ria, canker mouth and head ache. in SHILOH’S CATARRH, REMEDY. A nasal injector free with each bottle. Use it if you desire health and sweet breath. Price 50c. Sold by Dr. J. A. Boyd. Of the North to the Ever- glades of the South druggists are besieged by people with every shade of Rheumatism, inquiring about Dr. Drummond’s Remedy. “Will it cure me?” And the druggist points to the fact that the Drummond Medicine Co. 48 50 Maiden Lane, New York, offer a reward of $500 for a case their remedy will not cure. That kind of answer is satisfy ing, and the sufferer planks down five dollars and goes home and is cured. Not only relieved! but Cured. Agents wanted. “Mamma,” said little Johnny, if I swallowed a thermometer would I die by degrees?”—Bos ton Post. DiliM. Edwards. tv Sini -OUR FUSE EM! mm! Bucklen't Arnica Salva. The Best Salve in the world for Cuts, Bruises, Sores. Ulcers, Salt Rheum, Fever Sores, Tetter, Chapped Hands, Chilblains, Corns, and all Skin Eruptions, and positively cures Piles, or no pay required. It is guaranteed to give perfect satisfaction, or money refunded. Price 25 cents r box. For sale at Willcox & ’s drugstore. S' IDIRTTO-S. ,t. Jt, 1, J, A .It w » vww'rvv*. *r*» r'Y” . wv'* tttv IDr.JolmlBoyd Desires to inform his friends and pat rous that he is now occupy ing one-half of Haynsworth’s Furnitore Store (In the Hewitt Block) As a Drug Store, Where he will be pleased to see them A large part of my drugs having been lost iu the recent fire I can there fore give my customers the advantage of a PERFECTLY FRESH STOCK bought in the best markets. JOHN A. BOYD. Mar 34—tf Notice to Creditors. A LL persons indebted to the estate of J. t . Register, deceased, will make payment immediately, and all (lersons having claims against said es tate will present them properly proved to JAMES REGISTER, Sep 15—3t. Executor. Notice to Creditors. N OTICE is hereby given that all persons indebted to J. 8. Hlaek well, late of Darlington county, de ceased, will make payment to, and all r rsons having claims against the said S. Jjlaekwell, deceased, will present thettWuly proved to A. M. WATKINS, Sep 8—3t. Administrator. Clerk’s Sale. ST A TK OF SOUTH CAROLINA. County of Darlington. Court of Common Pleas E. K. Wright Admr vs. Martha A. Wright and N. Delk Wright. Judgment for Foreclosure. Pursuant to a judgment of Foreclos ure in the above stated case, 1 will offer for sale in front of the Court House in Darlington county State aforesaid,on the first Monday in Oc tober next, the following described real estate : All that tract of land containing thirty eight acres, (38) acres more or jess, situated in the County of Dar lington and State aforesaid, Imunded North by public road leading from Society Hill to Camden, on the South by lands of the said Martha A. Wright aid West by lauds of Mrs. Cvnthia K. Wright. Terms of sale : one third cash, bal ance in one and two years ; credit portion to be secured by l>ond of pur chaser and mortgage of primises sold. Purchaser to pay for all necessary pa pers. W. A. PARROTT, Clerk. Sept. 15 1802—3t. 27 Loaves for $1.00. RysBrea 1,13 Loaves for $1.00. Sheriffs Sale. STATE OF SOUTH CAROLINA. Darlington County. Williams & Turley vs. The Central Carolinas Land Improvement Co. Execution Against Property. By virtue of the above stated Execu tion to me directed I will sell in front of the Court House at Darling ton, on the first Monday iu October next or the Tuesday thereafter at the risk of the former purchaser All that certain tract parcel or piece of land situated lying and being at Lamar in the County and State afore- sai I and containing One hundred acres more or less and bounded as follows- On the Northwest by lands of John 8. DuBose. On the South east by lands of Mrs. Mu Id row, and the public road leading from Lamar to Carter's Crossing. On the South west by lands of G. W. Morris. Terms of Sale Cash. W P COLE September 12 ’82—St. S. D. C. Delivered at your very doors, if you desire it. Patronize Home Industry! Mrs. R.Schmid. Aug 25—2t NEW YORK -ARE- NOW OPEN! Fred Berbe-ich, of New York, ha* opened a first class Bakery and Con fectionery on Pearl street in the store formerly occupied by Mr. A. Hyman. Breads of All Kinds, Rolls and Buns, All Kinds of Tea Cakes. His wagon will make daily calls at all residences for the delivery of bread aud the taking of future orders. Orders for weddings, paities, etc., filled promptly and with care. Country orders solicited. Respectfully, FRED BERBERICH. Aug 25—1m. ■ ■■■■ ■ | ■ !■■■■■ .1 .-.■■■I.— —■■ Fin Imce! Now is the time to insure your Gin Houses AND Tobacco Barns. I am prepared to place them in the best companies. B. 0. BRISTOW. THE Largest Line OF SPORTING GOODS, Such as Baseballs, Bats, Mits, Footballs, Croquet Sets. Hammocks,Stretch- Hooks, &c., Em Ensglit it the City. Also a full line of small Musical Instruments. Book Store. Call on Boarder—It seems to me that every morning the past week the cakes have grown smaller. C. MOONEY FOR FUIE1 HI RUE HR HOW TO MAKE YOUR TOBACCO Bring the very highest market price: Send it to the DARLINGTON WAREHOUSE Which will be Opened Sept. 27, Where experienced buyers will be present to pay you the FULL MARKET PRICE for your tobacco. We will give our personal attention to all tobacco en trusted to us, and will see that It is handled carefully and to the very best advantage. We have a large force of graders, and are prepared to grade and tie to bacco for our customers at the reason able rate of $1 per hundred. TER D1RHRRR, D. A. BRODENHAMER, Auctioneer & Manager. WARD k CO . Proprietors. Sep 8—3m. of all kinds. Sheriff’s Sale. ST A TE OF SO UTH CAROLINA. County of Darlington. Williams & Turley vs. The Central Carolina Land & Improvement Com pany Execution Against Property. By virtue of the above Execution to me directed I will sell in front of the Court House at Darlington on the first Monday in October next or the Tuesday thereafter, the following described real estate to-wit. All those lots or parcels of land ly ing being and situated, within the incorporab d limits of the Town of Darlington, county and State afore said. being lots 5 6 7 and 8 of Block three, 5 6 7 and 8 of Block four and lots 5 6 7 and 8 of Block five, all as shown on a plat of lands of the Dar lington land and Improvement Com pany. made by H. H. Huggins Sur veyor 1888, and recorded in the office of Register of Meuse Conveyance for Darlington county in Book No. 12. pa ges 306. 307, 308,309. August 6th 1890, except so much thereof as was con veyed by the said Central Carolina land and Improvement Company, to the Charleston, Sumter A Northern Railroad Company as a right of way and for Depot purposes. Terms of sale cash. W. P. COLE, 8. D. 0. September 10 1892- -8t. Largest stock, Best goods, Lowest prices! Come to Headquarters. Respectfully, Edwards, Norment & Company. DON’T MIND THE CROWD. Go Straight to the Store of €. N. OATS. You will be waited on thoroughly there. WE KEEP A FULL LINE OF GROCERIES, CANNED GOODS, CROCKERY WARE, ETC., ETC. R. L». BLACKMON, Manager. FHLL, ’92. ® O('R SUCCESS * n the past has induced us for the present season to lay in a particularly attractive stock in the Dry Goods Department, con- # ^ ^ sisting in part of Dress Goods, fsney and plain, to suit every taste, with Trimmings to match. ::::::::: Also an IMMENSE Stock ofsta P le Dr y Good8 ° f which we make a specialty of giving low prices by the bolt. Our stock of Clothing, Shoes # # # # and Hats is new, embracing all the latest styles and patterns. We also carry a complete line of Hardware, Crockery and Tin. 3 IEE NEEE at whiles a large and well-se- g lected stock of Heavy and Fan- 13 cy Groceries at wholesale and a- • • • • , sa retail. We want your trade and shall try to merit it. Respectfully, 03 •n • 03 S3 03 O-a CO CO <=> CO GO C^> LIN & Larott Producing Plano Pactirlas IN THE WORLD. •Eg th.M CELESRATBD PIANO* b.fore purchasing «l—whf. Manuractursd by IETF ENGLAND PIANO CO., BQSvoN.Maas. THE KILLOUCH MUSIC CO., FLORENCE, S. C. Censral Rsprsssntatlvss. OTJIR. SfEOXALT PIANOS. BEHR BROS., IVERS & POND, ORGANS. ESTEY, FERRAND & VOTEY, KIMBALL. NEW ENGLAND. BTTSIiN ES S ETTX.ES: Buy direct. Sell direct. One price. Lowest price. Ship < approval. Assume all freights. Have satisfied customers none. The above rules are fully enforced by the only chartered Mm Company in the State. They sell all kinds of Musical Mercha dise, including music hooks, sheet music, and all kinds of sm; musical instruments. They want to send you catalogues ai prices free. They are The Killougli Music Company EEOXtEISXCE, S. G. S.WOLFRAM RELIABLE Watchmaker and Jeweller. Dealer In DIAMONDS, GOLD & SILVER WATCHES, And a complete line of Jewelry and [Clock*. Reliable Optical Goods a specialty! Expert workman — in Berlin and New 4ork for years and all work guaran teed. Old gold and silver purchased for cash or taken in exchange. The patronage of the public is soli cited and reliable good*, fair dealing, prompt and accurate work guaran- FOR SALE A Second-hand Sewing Machine; in excellent condition. Apply at Thk Darlisoton News Office. WitcoYer’s Bar. Main street, Darlington, S. C. CHOICE WINES, LIQUORS AND CIGARS. The highest market price will be paid for hides, bees’ wax and wool, tf. PETER BOWLES TV)K8 first-class House and Sign Painting; Kalaomine Work a specialty. In addition to my other work, I am now prepared to do PAPER HANGING, etc.