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...II CHAPTER XIV. TUI LAB WITH THE SILVER BUTTON. THROUGH THE ISLE OF MULL. Drawing a knife from hie rage he equal- ted back and grinned at me. The Rose of Mall, which I had got upon, was nigged and trackless, being all bog and brier and big stone. There may be roads for them that know that country well; but for my part I had no better guide than my own nose, and no other landmark than Ben More. 1 aimed as well as I could for a smoke I had seen, and with all my great weari ness and difficulty of the way came upon the house at the bottom of a little hollow about five or six at night. It was low and longish, roofed with turf and built of unmortared stones, and on a mound in front of it an old man sat smoking his pipe in the sun. With what little English he had he gave me to understand that my ship- mates had got safe ashore, and had broken bread in that very house the day afte-. "Was there one,” I asked, “dressed like a gentleman?” He said they all wore rough great coats; but, to be sure, the first of them, the one that came alone, wore breeches and stockings, while the rest had sailors' trousers. “Ah,” said 1, “and he would have a feathered hat?” He told me no; that he was bare headed like myself. At first 1 thought Alan might have lost his hat, and then the rain came in my mind, and I judged it more likely he had it out of harm's way under his greatcoat. This set me smiling, partly because my friend was safe, partly to think of his vanity in dress. And then the old gentleman clapped his hand to his brow and cried out that I must be the lad with the silver button. “Why, yes,” said I in some wonder. “Well, then,” said the old gentleman, “I have a word for you that you are to follow your friend to his country by Torosay.” He then asked me how I had fared, and 1 told hiru my tale. A south coun tryman would certainly have laughed, ■ but this old gentleman (I call him so be cause of his manners, for his clothes were dropping off his back) heard me all through with notiiing but gravity and pity. When I had done he took me by the hand, led me into his hut (it was no better) and presented me before his wife, as if she had been the queen and I a duke. The good woman set oat bread before me and a cold grouse, patting my shoul der and smiling to me all the time, for she had no English, and the old gentle man, not to be behind, brewed me a strong punch out of their country spirit All the while I was eating, and after that, when I was drinking the punch, 1 could scarce come to believe in my good for tune, and the house, though it was thick with the peat smoke and full of holes as a colander, seemed like a pal ace. The punch threw me in a strong sweat and a deep slumber. The good people let me lie, and it was near noon of the next day before I took the road, my throat already easier and my spirits quite restored by good fare and good news. Thought I to myself, “If these are the wild highlanders I could wish my own folk wilder.” I not only started late, but I must have wandered nearly half the time. True, I met plenty of people, grubbing in little miserable fields that would not keep a cat, or herding little kine about the bigness of asses. The highland dress being forbidden by law since the rebellion, and the people condemned to the lowland habit, which they much disliked, it was strange to see the va- nety of their array. Some went bare, only for a hanging cloak or greatcoat, and carried their trousers on their backs like a useless burden; some had made an imitation of the tartan with little particolored stripes, patched together like an old wife's quilt; others again still wore the highland philibeg, but by putting a few stitches between the legs transformed it into a pair of trousers like a Dutchman’s. All those make shifts were condemned and punished, for the law was harshly applied, in hopes to break up the clan spirit; but in that out of the way sea bound isle there were few to make remarks and fewer to tell tales. At last, about eight at night, and al ready very weary, I came to a lone house, where 1 asked admittance and was refused, until I bethought me of the power of money in so poor a country, and held up one of my guineas in my finger and thumb. Thereupon the man of the house, who had hitherto pre tended to have no English, and driven me from his door by signals, suddenly began to speak as clearly as was need ful, and agreed for five shillings to give me a night's lodging and guide me the next day to Torosay. I slept uneasily that night, fearing 1 should be robbed; but I might have spared myself the pain, for my host was no robber, only miserably poor and a great cheat. He was not alone in his poverty, for the next morning we must go about five miles to the house of what he called a rich man to have one of my guineas changed. This was perhaps a rich man ijrMull; he would have scarce been thought so iti the south, for it took all he had; the whole house was turned upside down and a neighbor brought under contrtbu- ttua baton be could scrape together twenty shillings m silver. The odd 1 shilling he kept for himself, protesting he could ill afford to have so great ^ 1 sum of money lying “locked up.” For all that, he was very courteous and well spoken, made us both sit down with his family to dinner and brewed punch in a fine china bowl, over which my rascal guide grew so merry that he refused to start. I was for getting angry, and appealed to the rich man (Hector Maclean was his name) who had been a witness *o our bargain and to my payment of the | five shillings. But Maclean had taken his share of the punch, and vowed that no gentleman should leave his table after the bowl was brewed; so there was nothing for it but to sit and hear J acobite toasts and Qaelic songs till all were tipsy and staggered off to the bed or the barn for their night’s rest. Next day (the fourth of my travels) we were up before five upon the clock, but my rascal guide got to the bottle at once, and it was three hours before 1 had him clear of the hduse, and then, as yon shall hear, only for a worse dis appointment. As long as we went down a heathery valley that lay before Mr. Maclean's house, all went well; only my guide looked constantly over his shoulder, and when I asked him the cause only grinned at me. No sooner, however, had we crossed the back of a hill, and got out of sight of the back windows, than he told me Torosay lay right in front, and that a hilltop (which he pointed out) was my best landmark. “1 care very little for that,” said I, 1 “since you are going with me.” The impudent cheat answered me in i the Oaelic that he had no English. “My fine fellow,” I said, “I know very j well your English comes and goes. Tell me what will bring it back? Is it more money you wish?'' “Five shillings mair," said he, “and hersel’ will bring ye there.” I reflected awhile and then offered him two, which he accepted greedily and in sisted on having in his hands at once— “for luck,” as he said, but I think it was rather for my misfortune, The two shillings carried him not quite as many miles, at the end of which distance he sat down upon the wayside and took off his brogues from his feet, like a man about to rest. 1 was now redhot. “Ha!" said I, “have you no more English?” He said impudently, “No.” At that I boiled over and lifted my hand to strike him, and he, drawing a knife from his rags, squatted back and grinned at me like a wildcat. At that, forgetting everything but my anger, I ran in upon him, put aside his knife with my left and struck him in the mouth with my right. I was a strong lad and very angry, and he but a little man, and he went down before me heavily. By good luck his knife flew jut of his hand as he fell. I picked up both that and his brogues, wished him a good morning and set off npon my way, leaving him barefoot and disarmed. I chuckled to myself as I went, being sure I was done with that rogue for a variety of reasons. First, he knew he could have no more of my money; next, the brogues were worth in that country only a a few pence, and lastly the knife, which was really a dagger, it was against the law for him to carry. In about half an hour I overtook a great, ragged man, moving pretty fast, but feeling before him with a staff. He was quite blind, and he told me he was a catechist, which should have put me at my ease. But his face went against me; it seemed dark and dangerous and secret, and presently, as we began to go on alongside, I saw the steel butt of a pistol sticking from under the flap of his coat pocket To carry such a thing meant a fine of fifteen pounds sterling upon a first offense and transportation to the colonies upon a second. Nor could I quite see why a religious teacher should go armed, or what a blind man could be doing with a pistol. I told him about my guide, for I was proud of what I had done and my vanity for once got the heels of my prudence. At the mention of the five shillings he cried out so loud that I made up my mind I should say nothing of the other two, and was glad he could not see my blushes. “Was it too much?” I asked, a little faltering. “Too much!" cries he. "Why, I will guide you to Torosay myself for a dram of brandy, and give you the great pleasure of my company (me that is a man of some learning) in the bargain.” I said I did not see how a blind man could be a guide, but at that he laughed aloud and said his stick was eyes enough for an eagle. “In the Isle of Mull at least,” says he, “where I knew every stone and heather bush by mark of head. “See now," he said, striking right and left as if to make sure, “down there a burn is running, and at the head of it there stands a bit of a small hill with a stone cocked npon the top of that, and it's hard at the foot of the hill that the way runs by to Toro say, and the way here being for droves is plainly trodden and will show grassy through the heather.” I had to own he was right ifl every feature, and told my wonder. “Ha,"sayshe,“that’snothing. Would ye believe me now, that before the act came out and when there were weapons in this country I could shoot? Aye, could I!” cries he, and then with a leer, “If ye had such a thing as a pistol here to try with, I would show you how it’s done.” I told him I had nothing o.‘ the sort, and gave him a wider berth. If be had known, his pistol stuck at that time quite plainly out of his pocket, and 1 could see the sun twinkle on the steel of the butt. But by the better luck for me he knew nothing; thought all was covered and lied on in the dark. He then began to question me cun ningly—where I came from, whether 1 v as rich, whether I could change a five •hilling piece for him (which ho declared he had at that moment in his sporran), I and all the «!"»« he keot edimur up to me and 1 nvouting Mm. Wa were now upon a sort of green cattle track which crossed the bills toward Torosay, and we kept changing sides upon that like dancers in a reel. I had so plainly the upper hand that my spirits arose, and indeed 1 took a pleasnr ' in this game of blind man s buff; but the catechist grew angrier and angrier, and at last began to swear in Oaelic and to strike for my legs with his staff. Then 1 told him that, sure enough, 1 had a pistol in my pocket as well us he, and if he did not strike across the hill due south I would even blow his brains out. He became at once very polite, and after trying to soften me for some time, but quite in vain, he cursed me once more in Gaelic and took himself off. Then 1 struck on again for Torosay. At Torosay, on the Sound of Mull and looking over to the mainland of Morven. there was an inn with an innkeeper, wno was a Maclean it appeared of a very high family, for to keep an inn is thought even more genteel in the highlands than it is with us, perhaps as partaking of hospitality, or perhaps because the trade is idle and drunken. He spoke good English, and finding me to be something of a scholar, tried me first in French, where he easily beat me, and then in Latin, in which 1 don't know which of us did best. This pleasant rivalry put us at onq^on friendly terms, and I sat up and drank punch with him (or, to be more correct, sat up and watched him drink it) until he was so tipsy that he wept upon my shoulder. I tried him, as if by accident, with a sight of Alan's button, but it was plain he had . ver seen or heard of it. In deed he bore some grudge against the family and friends of Ardshiel, and be tore he was drunk he read me a lam poon in very good Latin, but with a very ill meaning, which he had made in elegiac verses upon a person of that house. When I told him of my catechist he shook his head and said that 1 was lucky to have got clear off. “That is a very dangerous man,” he said-; “Duncan Mackiegh is his name; he can shoot by the ear at several yards, and has been often accused of highway robberies and once of murder.” “The cream of it is,” says I, “that he called himself a catechist.” “And why should he not?” says he, “when that is what he is? It was Mac- lean, of Duart, gave it to him because he was blind. But perhaps it was a peety,” says my host, “for ho is always on the road, going from one place to an other to hear the young fol k say their religion; and doubtless that is a great temptation to the poor man." At last when my landlord could drink no more he showed me to a bed, and I lay down in very good spirits, hav ing traveled the greater part of that big and crooked Island of Mull, from Earraid to Torosay, fifty miles as the crow flies, and with my wanderings much nearer a hundred, in four days and with little fatigue. Indeed, I was by far in better heart and health of body at the end of that long tramp than I had been at the beginning. CHAPTER XV. THE LAD WITH THE SILVER BUTTON. -ACROSS MORVEN. ' There is a regular ferry from Torosay to Kinlochaline on the mainland. Both shores of the sound are in the country of the strong clan of the Macleans, and the people that passed the ferry with me were almost all of that clan. The skip per of the boat on the other hand was called Neil Roy Macrob, and since Mac- rob was one of the names of Alan's clansmen and Alan himself had sent me to that ferry, I was eager to come to private speech of Neil Roy. In the crowded boat this was of course impossible, and the passage was a very slow affair. There was no wind, and as the boat was wretchedly equipped we could pull but two oars on one side and one on the other. The men gave way. however, with a good will, the passe* gers taking spells to help them and the whole company giving the time in Gaelic boat songs. And what with the songs, and the sea air; and the good nature and spirit of all concerned, and the bright weather, tho - passage was a pretty thing to have seen. But there was one melancholy part. In the mouth of Loch Aline we found a great seagoing ship at anchor, and this I supposed at first to be one of the king’s cruisers, which were kept along the coast both summer and winter to pre vent communication with the French. As we got a little nearer it became plain she was a ship of merchandise, and what still more puzzled me, not only her decks, but the sea beach also, were quite black with people, and skiffs were continually plying to and fro between them. Yet nearer, and there began to come to our ears a great sound of mourning, the peo ple on board and those on the shore cry ing and lamenting one to another so as to pierce the heart. TJ / overtook a little stout, solemn twin. Then I understood this was an emi grant ship bound for the American colo nies. We put the ferryboat alongside and the exiles leaned over the bulwarks, weeping and reaching out their hands to my fellow passengers, among whom they counted some near friends. How long this might have gone on I do not know, for they seemed to have no sense of time; but at last the captain of the ship, who seemed near beside himself (and no great wonder) in the midst of this crying and confusion, came to the side and begged us to depart. Thereupon Neil sheered off, and the chief singer in our boat struck into a melancholy air, which was presently taken up both by the emigrants and their friends ut«n the beach, so that it sounded from all sides like a lament for the dying. I saw the tears run down the cheeks of the men and women in the boat, even as they bent at the oars, and the circumstances, and the music of the song (which is one called “Lochaber No Wura'I ware hiirhlv affectiiur even to myself. At Kinlochaline I got Neil Roy upon one side on the beach, and said 1 made sure he was one of Appiu's men. “And what for no?" said he. “I am seeking somebody,” said I; “and it comes in my mind that you will have news of him. Alan Breck Stewart is his name.” And very foolishly inste- d of showing him the button I sought to pass a shilling in his hand. At this he drew back. “1 am very much affronted,” he said; “and this is not the way that one sheutleman should behave to another at all. The man you ask for is in France: but if he was in my sporran." says he, “and your belly full of shillings. I would not hurt a hair upon his body.” I saw 1 hitd gone the wrong way to work, and without wasting time upon apologies, showed him the button lying in the hollow of my palm. “Aweel, aweel,” said Neil, “and 1 think ye might have lie gun with that end of the stick whatever! But if ve are the lad with the silver button all is well, and I have the word to see that ye come safe. But if ye will pardon me to speak plainly,” says he, “there is a name that you should never take into your mouth, and that is the name of Alan Breck, and there is a thing that ye would never do, and that is to offer your dirty money to a hieland shentleman.” It was not very easy to apologize, for I could scarce tell him (what was the truth) that I had never dreamed he would set up to lie a gentleman until he told me so. Neil on his part had no wish to prolong his dealings with me, only to fulfill his orders and be done with it, and he made haste to give me my route. This was to lie the night in Kinlochaline in the public inn; to cross Morven the next day to Ardgour and lie the night in the house of one John of the Claymore, who w r as warned that I might come; the third day, to be set across one loch at Corran and another at Balachnlish, and then ask my way to the house of James of the Glens at Aucharn in Duror of Appin. There was a good deal of ferrying, as you hear, the sea in all this part running deep into the moun tains and winding about their roots. It I makes the country strong to hold and difficult to travel, but full of pi - digious j wild and dreadful prospects. I had some other advice from Neil—to speak lyith no one by the way, to avoid Whigs, Campbells and the “red sol diers;” to leave the road and lie in a bush if I saw any of the latter coming, “for it was never chance to meet in with them,” and in brief to conduct myself like a robber or a Jacobite agent, as per haps Neil thought me. The inn at Kinlochaline was the most beggarly, vile place that ever pigs were etyed in, full of smoke, vermin and silent highlanders. I was not only dis contented with my lodging, but with myself for my mismanagement of Neil, ! ami thought I could hardly be worse off. Early in tny next day's journey I over took a little stout, solemn man walking very slowly, with his toes turned out. sometimes reading in a book and some times marking the place with his finger, and dressed decently and plainly in something of a clerical style. This I found to be another catechist, but of a different order from the blind man of Mull, being indeed one of those sent out by the Edinburgh Society for Propagating Christian Knowledge to evangelize the more savage places of the highlands. His name was Henderland. He spoke with the broad south country tongue, which I was beginning to weary for the sound of, and besides common countryship we soon found we had a more particular bond of interest, for my good friend, the minister of Essendeau. had translated into the Gaelic in his by- time a number of hymns and pious books which Henderland used in his work and held in great esteem. Indeed it was one of these he was carrying and reading when we met. We fell in company at once, our ways lying together as far as to Kingairlocb As we went he stopped and spoke with all the wayfarers and workers that we met or passed, and though of course I could not tell what they discoursed about, yet I judged Mr. Henderland must be well liked in the countryside, for I observed many of them to bring out their mulls and share a pinch of snuff with him. 1 told him as far in my affairs as 1 judged wise—as far, that is, as they were none of Alan's—and gave Balachu- lish as the place I was traveling to. to meet a friend, for 1 thought Aucharn. or even Duror, would be too particular and mivht nut him on the scent. On bis part, be told me much of his work and the people he worked among, the hiding priests and Jacobites, the dis arming act, the dress and many other curiosities of the time and place. He seemed moderate, blaming parliament in several points, and especially because they had framed the act more severely against those who wore the dress than against those who carried weapons. This moderation put it in my mind to question him of the Red Fox and the Appin tenants—questions which, 1 thought, would seem natural enough in the mouth of one traveling to that coun- tie said it was a bad business. “It's wonderful,” said he, “where the tenants find the money, for their life is mere starvation. (Ye don't carry such a thing as snuff, do ye, Mr. Balfour? No. Well, I’m better wanting it.) But these ; tenants, as I was saying, are doubtless I partly driven to it. James Stewart in Duror (that’s him they call James of the Glens) is half brother to Ardshiel, the captain of the clan, and he is a man much looked up to and drives very bard. And then there's one they call Alan Breck” “Ah,” cried 1, “what of him?” “What of the wind that bloweth where it listeth?” said Henderland. “He’s here and awa, here toil ay and gone tomorrow—a fair heather cat. He might be glawering at the two of us out of yon whinbush, and I would nae won der! Ye’ll nae carry such a thing as snuff, will yer I told him no, and that he had asked the same thing more than once. . “It s highly possible,” said he, sigh ing. “But it seems strange ye Should nae carry it. However, as I was saying, this Alan Breck is a bold, desperate cus tomer, and well kent to be Je.mes' right hand. His life is forfeit already; he would boggle at naething, and maybe if a tenant body was to hang back he would get a dirk in his wame.” “You make a poor story of it all, Mr. Henderland,” said 1. “If it is all fear upon both sides I care to bear no more of it." “Nae,” said Mr. Henderland, “but there's love, too, and self denial that : sayuld pftt Ufie iilc« Vt ifiS ftBj ttSIS sname. There s someimng nne uumu it; no perhaps Christian, but humanly fine. Even Alan Breck, by all that I hear, is a chield to be respected. There's many a lying sneck-draw sits close in kirk in our part of the country, and stands well in the world's eye, and may be he is a far worse man, Mr. Balfour, than yon misguided shedder of man’s blood. Aye, aye, we might take a lesson by them. Ye’ll perhaps think I’ve been too long in the hiclande?” he added, smiling to me. I told him not at all; that I had seen much to admire among the highland ers; and if he came to that, Mr. Camp bell himself was a highlander. “Aye,” said he, "that's true, ft’s a fine blood.” "And what is the king's agent about?” I asked. “Colin Campbell?” says Henderland. “Putting his head in a bees’ bykeP “He is to turn the tenants out by force, I hear,” said I. “Yes,” says he, “but the business has gone back and forth, as folk say. First, James of the Glens rode to Edinburgh and got some lawyer (a Stewart, nae doubt—they all hing together like bats in a steeple) and had the proceedings stayed. And then Colin Campbell cam' in again, and had the upper hand before the barons of exchequer. And now they tell me the first of the tenants are to flit tomorrow. It's to begin at Duror under James’ very window, which does nae seem wise by my humble way of it." “Do you think they’ll fight'?" I asked. “Well," says Henderland, “they’re disarmed—or supposed to be—for there’s still a good deal of cold iron lying by in quiet places. And then Colin Campbell has the sogers coming. But for all that, if 1 was his lady wife, I would nae be well pleased till I got him home again. They’re queer customers, the Appin Stewarts.” I asked if they were worse than their neighbors. "No they," said he. “And that's the worst part of it. For if Colin Roy can get his business done in Appin, he has it all to begin again in the next country, which they call Mamore, and which is one of the countries of the Camerons. He's king’s factor upon both, and from both he has to drive out the tenants; and indeed, Mr. Balfour (to be open with ye), it’s my belief that if he escapes the one lot, he’ll get his death by the other.” Bo we continued talking and walking the great part of the day, until at lust Mr. Henderland, after expressing his delight in my company, and satis faction at meeting with a friend of Mr. Campbell’s (“whom,” says he, "I will make bold to call that sweet singer of our covenanted Zion”), proposed that 1 should make a short stage, and lie the night in his house a little beyond King- airloch. To say the truth, I was over joyed, for 1 had no great desire for John of the Claymore, and since my double misadventure, first with the guide and next with the gentleman skipper, I stood in some fear of any highland stranger. Accordingly we shook hands npon the bargain and came in the after noon to a small house standing alone by the shore of the Linnhe loch. The sun was already gone from the desert moun tains of Ardgour upon the hither side, but shown on those of Appin on the farther, the loch lay as still as a lake, only the gulls were crying round the sides of it, and the whole place seemed solemn and uncouth. Before we went to bed he offered me sixpence to help me on my way, out of a scanty store he kept in the turf wall of his house, at which excess of goodness 1 knew not what to do. But at last he was so earnest with me that I thought it the more mannerly part to let him have his way, and so left him poorer than myself. [TO BE CONTINUED.] There’s Nothing Cheap About It. Dr. Drummond’s Lightning Remedy for Rheumatism is put up in large bottles and the price is five dollars a bottle. It cures every time. All the cheap rem edies put together are not worth one bottle of Dr. Drummond’s Lightning Remedy, and any sufferer will bear witness to that fact, and any druggist who has sold it is ready and willing to offer evidence. 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Edwards, who re side at Darlington, Court House, South Carolina, are th" General Part ners ; and James L. Col er, who resides at Hartsville, South Carolina, is the Special Partner; and that the said James L. Coker has c mtributed the sum of Five Thousand Dollars as cap ital to the common sU 'k ; and that said Partnership is to commence on the 30th. day of Janua 'J 1898, and is to terminate on the let day of Janua ry 1898 Dated this 30th day r f January One Thousand Eight Hunbrtd and Nine ty Three. C. B. EDWARDS, H. A. EDWARDS, General. JAS. L. COKER, Special. Feb. 2—St- NORTH. SOUTH. 21 i 2 22 AM. AM. A.M. P.M, • ••• 6.50 Charleston 10.30 ...... 8.15 Preguall's 9.05 0.45 8.30 Sumter 12.50 1 20 8.48 1.00 Lamar 11.31 11 39 9.22 1.20 Syracuse 11.11 11.03 10.40 1.41 Darlington 10.46 10.29 11.15 2 05 Mont Clare 10 26 9 58 11.40 2.21 Robin's Neck 10.10 8.18 12.10 2.41 Mandeville 9 50 7.53 12.40 3 01 Bennettsville 9 80 7.23 8.50 Gibson 8.40 4.30 Hamlet 7.50 P.M. P.M P.M. AM, Close connection is made at Hamlet for all points reached by or via the Seaboard Air Line System ; at Ben- uettsville for all points via <1. F. & Y. V K R. No. 2 does not take passengers south of Sumter. Nos. M and 22 do not run north of Bennettsville. n. .\V t.KILL, General Manager. it l> and C. Si S. RAILROADS. . In effect Jan. 2, 1893. Is-ave Wt.lesboro Bennett’s 2.01 p m Morven's . McFarland Cheraw . .. 4.00pu Cash’s Society Hill Dove's Floyd’s . 6.00 p m Darlington 6.25 p m Palmetto Arrive Florence Leave Florence Palmetto Darlington 7.30 a m Floyd's 7.55 a m Dove's Society Hill Cash's Cheraw .. 10.00 a in McFarland . 11.45pm Morven's 12.05 p m Bennet* ’s . 12.20 p m Arrive Wadesboro I-ocal Freight Train. Leave Florence Arrive Darlington . 9.45 a in Leave Darlington Arrive Florence A. F. RAVEN EL. President. ORTH EASTERN RAILROAD. Xm In effect Jan. 2, 1893. SOUTH BOUND. No. 15 l^iave Florence .. 6 25 a,m Ijmes Arrive Charleaton .. 9.44 a m No. 27. Leave Florence Kingstree . 11.50 p m Lanes .. 12.. earn Arrive Charleston . 2.19 am No. 23. Leave Florence Kingstree .. 12.14 a m Ijines .. 12.32 a m Arrive Charleston No. 53. Leave I.aues .. 8.45 p m Arrive Charleston . 10.40 p m Train on C. & I). K. R. connects at Florence with No. 15 Train. NORTH BOUND. No. 78. Leave Charleston Lanes Kingstree Arrive Florence . 4.55 a m No. 66 Leave Charleston Kingstree Arrive Florence ... 9.00am No. 14. Leave Charleston . 4.12 p m Lanes Kingstree Arrive Florence .. 7.10 p m No. 52. Leave Charleston .. 6.35 a m Arrive Lanes ■tXARTSVILLE RAI .ROAD. ** In effect Jan. 2, 1898. DAILY MIXED TRAIN LeaVe Hartsville 6.00 a m Jovann 6.20 a m Floyd’s .' 5.36 a m Darlington 5.50 a in Palmetto 6.02 a m Arrive Florence 6.15 a m Leave Florence 9.00 p m Palmetto 9.15 pm Darlington 9.80 p B Floyd’s 9.45 p m Jovann 10.05 p u Arrrive Hartsville 10.35 p u 4,9, MYUU2, frpt. No. 52 runs through to Columbia via Central R. R. of B. C. No. 78 runs solid to Wilming ton, N. C., making close connection with W. Si W. R. R. for all points North. Trains Nos. 14 and 66 run via Wilson an Fayetteville—Short Line—and make close connection for ali points North. J. F. DIVINE. Gen. Snpt, n 7ILMINGTON, COLUMBIA & AUGUSTA RALROAD. In effect January 2 1893. SOUTH BOUND. No. 28. Leave Wilmington 6-25 p m Marion 9.41 p m Arrive Florence 10.25 p m No. 50. Leave Florence 3.20 a m Sumter 4.35 a m Arrive Columbia 6.15 a m No. 52. Leave Sumter 9.43 a m Arrive Columbia r. 10.55 a m No. 58. Leave Florence 7.57 a m Snmter 8 20 a m Arrive Columbia No. 52 runs through from Charles ton via Central Railroad; leaving Lanes 8-32 a m, Manning 9 09 a m. NORTH BOUND. No. 51. Leave Columbia 10.45 p m Sumter 12.05 a m Arrive Florence I SO a m No. 78. Leave Florence 5.10 a m Marion 5-53 a m Arrive Wilmington 9.10 a m No. 59. Leave Columbia Sumter 7.30 p in Arrive Florence....- 8.50 p m No. 53. Leave Columbia 6.10 pm Arrive Sumter 7. 2Sp m No. 58 runs through to charleston via central Railroad, arriving Man ning 8.00 p m. Lanes 8.40 p m, charleston 10.30 a m. Trains on Manchester and Augusta B. R-, leave Sumter daily except Sun day, 10-50 a. m., arrive Rimini 11:59 a. m. Returning leave Rimini 13:30 p m.. arrive Sumter 1:40 p. m. Trains on Hartsville R. R. leave Harts»ille 5:00 a. m., arriving Floyds 5:85 a. m. Returning leave Floyds 9:45 p. m., arriving Hartsvill 10:5 p. m. Daily except Sunday. Trains on Wilmington, Chadbouru and Conway Railroad leave Chad- bourn 10:30 a. m., arrive at Conway 1:00 p. m„ returning leave Conway at 2:80 p. m., arrive ( hid bourn 5:20 p. m Leave Chadbouru 7:15 a. m. and 5:50 p. m., arrive Hub at 8:00 a. m. and 6:25 p. m. Returning leave Hnb 9:00 a. m. and 6:45 p. in., arrive at Chad- bourn 9:45 a. m. ai d 7:30 p. w. Daily except Sunday. JOHN F. DIVINE, Gen’l Sup’t. 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