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■atts J YEIfb0W BY ® IOTA. ==BF=rri>- CHAPTER XI. During the latter part of this discourse Mr. Fellowes had been sorting the books on the small table, and had them now ar ranged in two separate heaps. Gwen had been gradually edging her chair near Mrs. Fel lowes and her face was alight and eager. Any new thing is always full of possibilities to a young creat ure moving out in all directions after experience. Besides, there was an undercurrent of quiet, anxious affection, running all through her father’s half-in comprehensible speech, that struck her and kept down for the moment her usual defiant attitude of mind when had up before her parents. Dacre’s reflections, whenever the paternal eye was off him, partook of the most primitive simplicity. “Thank goodness, I’m out of it. After all, it’s a good thing to be an ass; and the army, oh golly! I never expected any thing so sensible as that from ’em.” With that he winked lugub riously in Gwen’s direction and was rather upset by catching Mr. Fellowes’ eye instead. “I am quite certain that what ever you and Mrs. Waring have done in this matter has been done most conscientiously,” said Mr. Fellowes discreetly. “I am glad you think me capable of teaching your children, what to my way of thinking is the head and front of all knowledge —the knowledge of God and of His Son, Jesus Christ—” Gwen looked at Mr. Fellowes with an astonished eager gaze. “This all sounds quite good,” she reflected, “but then is it? Things are so very different from sounds,—every tutor, be fore he comes, sounds lovely.” “But, Mr. Waring,” contin ued the rector mildly”, if you entrust this matter to me you must also entrust me with the choosing of the books bearing on the subject; for instance, I should decidedly reserve this book, Lord Amber ley, also this, Renan’s Life of Jesus, for that future period when you intend to give your children the evi dences against Christianity. These, to my mode of thinking, would certainly be valueless for our people.” “Indeed, Mr. Fellowes, you surprise me!” He went over and glanced in rather a hurt way at the books, “I consider that work of Lord Amberley’s a most unimpas sioned, useful, and an eminent ly trust-worthy history of reli gions. Lord Amberley seems quite of our way of thinking— my wife’s and mine—for though he theorizes so little, confining himself chiefly to the recording of ^acts, yet in the whole tone of the work, one notices his predilection for that religion in stituted by Christ over other faiths. I must say I should have considered that book a val uable one in your cult; however, you are a specialist,” he remark ed magnanimously, “we but dabblers in these matters, there fore we are bound to yield our judgment. “As for Renan's Life, it ap pears to me to be a charming composition, simple, and in style delightful. I should have thought it would have appealed pleasantly to the childish com prehension; however, as you ob ject, with, no doubt, full and sufficient ground for your ob jections, we will leave the mat ter entirely in your hands and in those of your dear wife,” he added with a stiff bow in her direction, “a most excellent helpmeet in this as in all other things.” “Oh, Mr. Waring, please don't imagine that l meddle in all my husband’s business!” cried Mrs. Fellowes, hall-amus ed and half-angry; it was too abominable to be made a sort of co, or under-curate to her hus band, even by this pair of cur iosities. “I should never dream of interfering in the religious instruction of anyone, either young or old; and if I had any mind to, I assure you my hus band would strangle that tend ency in me." "Oh dear me'” murmured Mr. Waring, “we always act so much together that I never thought of interference in such a connection; pray excuse me, dear Mrs. Fellowes,” he entreat ed nervously. Mrs. Fellowes could have slain him and herself. She kept her eyes carefully turned from he* husband but she felt his silent malicious laughter to the very tips of her fingers. “Mr. Waring, there is nothing whatever to excuse, it is only a little silly clerical point of eti quette. You have no idea how the clerical mind turns to trifles, I am only beginning to get an) correct notions and I have been studying it now over eight years. It is much more inter “I quite our ar- we Mr. must Fel- esting than geology,” she con tinued, turning to Mrs. Waring and awakening her out of her reverie, “and requires quite as much hammering to get any thing worth having out of it. John quite agrees with me.” “Ah, Mrs. Fellowes, it is so easy for you to see fun in things,” said Mrs. Waring in a pretty, wistful way; “it is quite a Kilt, I fear it has not been be stowed upon me.” “Good gracious, I should think it hadn’t!” said Mrs. Fel lowes to herself, “if you had a spark of it you’d keep him in his right mind as well as vour- self.” “Don’t you think Dacre looks rather idiotic?” whispered Gwen suddenly. He certainly did, with his mouth ajar and the bright red tip of his tongue visible through his teeth. “They always have that effect upon him,” continued Gwen, “a frequent course of it would very soon land him in an idiot asylum. “Hush, dear!” Mr. Waring seemed now ill at ease and not at all satisfied at the way things were shaping. The affair was missing fire both for him and for his wife; they wanted, so to speak, a thorough microscopic examination of their children; they wanted them then and there put out on the table and carefully gone over as a preliminary proceeding, even if as yet no final and sys tematic classification of their contents could be attempted. Where was the result of re search to come in if the one was to be shipped off to school the very next day, and the other to be turned over to Mr. Fellowes? Mrs. Waring’s mind also ran in this groove. “Will there not be an exam ination now at once?” she ask ed in pained surprise, understood this was rangement.” ' “I too, dear love; discuss the matter, lowes,—ahem, my wife and I thought it might be as well to examine the state of our child ren’s minds now at once; it seems important to ascertain clearly how far our plans have been successful, and in this we might be of some help to you.” Mr. Fellowes looked gravely annoyed. Dacre started violent ly and nearly took the tin off his tongue, and Gwen’s face fell; she straightened herself and a transfiguration fell upon her, her mouth hardened, her color faded to a dull gray, and her eyes took on the masked look that Mrs. Fellowes so de tested to see. “Always the same!’ she mut tered, “always the same! I was beginning to think that with Dacre going to school and every thing we might be let off and have tea instead. Look, there it is g°tting stone cold, they’ve clean forgotten it! * I never can answer a word when they ques tion me, it’s beastly unfair to force one into looking like a fool when one isn’t. Dacre, of course, might be a cabbage this minute—look at him! They treat one’s brains like puppets to dance when they whistle!” “Gwen, dear Gwen, you let your tongue go mad!” Gwen winced, she prided her self a good deal on her strength and reticence. “As for the examination, it is quite natural your father and mother should arrive at some idea of your state of mind, and as they start on the premise that you know nothing they won’t expect you to shine.” “You don’t know,” said the girl surlily, “one can’t argue from experience with regard to them ever, they are as reason less and as unjust ii their ex pectations as they are in every thing.” “Gwen, I am ashamed of you, you are unjust and no thing else, and rather rude, seeing that any questions you have to answer will be asked by Mr. Feliowes. Now listen, either your father or my husband is going to speak.” “Your father and mother,” said Mr. Fellowes coming over and standing so that he could watch both of the children, “have asked me to put a few simple questions to you.” The countenances of Mr. and Mrs. Waring fell visibly, this informal, good humored, casual way of carrying on, was not the sort of thing they had ex pected. “One should make a special ity of every form of knowledge, however trivial,” said Mr. War ing in a low voice, “we should have put ourselves in a position to be competent personally to conduct this affair.” His wife looked comprehen sion, and clasped his hand a trifle harder. No one but themselves and possibly their Creator had any idea of the amount this unfort unate couple had to endure. “If I ask ybq anything,” went on the rector, “and you can’t answer it, you mustn't mind, for as you just now heard from our father you are not ex pected to know anythin^ de finitely.” Gwen looked up with a quick sarcastic question in her face. Mr. Fellowes laughed. “You think in that case I had better hold my tongue; well, perhaps I had, but even if one gains no absolute knowledge of the question asked, from the ans wers to it, one sometimes finds out other things just as useful. In your classical readings you came across allusions to the gods of Greece and Rome, didn’t you?” “Yes,” they assented. “That wasn’t much of a poser,” reflect ed Dacre glibly. “On the whole what did you th : nk of them?” “They were pretty mean,” said Dacre with conviction. “They were just like other people, only stronger, and bet ter looking, and bigger,” said Gwen. ‘‘Would you be inclined to think any one of them capable of any great or stupendous work?” “Goodness no!” said Gwen, “they had a great deal too much to do with their little things; punishing mortals too, that took up half their time.” “Well, then, who do you im agine made the world—have you ever thought on the sub ject?” “This is most distressing,” whispered Mr. Waring, he seems about to give all these rank hy potheses as facts—this is child ish, unworthy of Gwen’s intel lect!” “Dear love, you are unfair, there is absolutely nothing prov en on either side.” “But the counter arguments will not be presented as facts.” “The religious school has firm convictions and admits no hy potheses, I have hsard. I con fess this primitive mode rather interests me; I wonder what Gwen’s reply will be—hush, here it comes!” “I never could think of any one person undertaking such a work,” said she, looking rather interested. “I have always thought it was done by some ceaseless force, that ’ keeps things wound up.” “Do you think this force a beneficent one or the contrary?” “Just as the humor takes it. It seems sometimes quite human in its tempers and its injustiice; rather capricious and old-wo manish too,—I often think that.” “Why?” “Why! From the stupid times and places that earthquakes and waterspouts and things come, they hardly ever burst up or beat down desert islands or places like that; they always flock to populated places where people have been working for years to make themselves com fortable. and then all in a min ute their work is undone and they may think themselves lucky if they aren’t undone al together. That sort of thing seems reasonless and like an old woman.” “Poor little foolish Gwen!” said Mrs. Fellowes, with such a funny look that Gwen had to laugh. “When you are older,” said Mr Fellowes, “and know more, you won’t be so final in your judgments. I’m going to tell you a fact now, will you believe it?” Gwen got scarlet, the question seemed to her a reproach. “Mr. Fellowes, of course I will!” “Then, Gwen, incredible as it sounds, a great, a glorious, and ®n Almighty God, a Spirit, Who has had neither beginning nor end, made this world and keeps it going, and He is neither un just nor unreasonable, caprici ous nor an old woman, though,” he continued to the open-eyed wonder of two in that room, “that you should accredit Him with all of F'ese rather despica ble qualities, does not astonish me In the least. Can you take my word for this fact I have told you? If you can’t, say so; I need not ask you, however, you will be honest,” he added with a little amused laugh. “It sounds rather queer and mixed up, considering things as things are,” said Gwen quaint ly, ‘‘out I’d take your word for anything, Mr. Fellowes ” Just then some unlucky im pulse guided her eyes in her mother’s direction, a litttle soft ening toward her had seized on the girl for the instant and her eyes had followed her thoughts, but they dropped like a shot, she stiffened, and loosed hold of the piece of Mrs. Fellowes’ dress she had furtively been clinging to. Her mother’s eyes were fixed on her in a puzzled, uncomprehending, rather dis appointed way, horribly trying to her pride. “I’ll not say another word, not if they tear me with wild horses!” she said to herself trag ically. “How dare she look at me like that! Now, Dacre, upon my word, I would not blame her if she did it to him 1 Dacre, you look awful!” she whispered viciously, “more beastly than human! Shut your mouth!” And not another word could Mr. Fellowes, to his infinite re lief, extract from the girl. As for the boy he was, on the face of it. hopeless; so in defi ance of and despite the protest ing attitude of the harassed parents, the rector calmly put his foot down and brought this ceremony to a conclusion. “Mr. Waring,” he said, “I think you must be satisfied that at least we have fairly virgin soil to work in.” Mr. Waring mumbled a gentle, “H’m!” Ho was tho roughly dissatisfied with the whole business. “Will you allow Gwen to come to our house,” went on Mr. Fellowes imperturbably, “every Tuesday and, let me see, every Friday afternoon?” Gwen flashed a glance of de light on Mrs Fellowes and across her she flung a grin of defiance on Dacre. “And to Dacre, if you will allow me, I will give one or two books to read when he happens to get time. Story books, Da cre, don’t squirm.” Mr. and Mrs. Waring again looked with melancholy regret at each other, then extended the glance to their offspring. When it reached Mr. Fellowes a slight touch of gentle wrath had fluttered into it, but it was in vain to kick against the pricks, the proceedings were at an end, and another failure had died and was buried out of their sight. And then they all drank some cold tea, and little atoms of cake were presented to the children, with a timid request from their mother to pick the currants out of them, this bugbear of their infancy still clinging to the little woman, and the drawing room twilight was left at last free to the pair who looked hag gard, tired, and frustrated. CHAPTER XII. Dacrk had been shot through Eton into Sandhurst, and Gwen was fast growing up and imbib ing religious instruction in pre cisely the fashion one might have expected from her sur roundings and her turn of mind. She received the facts as facts, and got very keen and eager over those that had any dram atic interest in them. She dug into their depths and reveled in them as any other boy or girl of sound intellectual capacity would do, when they were put as Mr. Fellowes put them. The unsatisfactory part of the busi ness was when the horrible critical faculty of the girl began to ransack the facts and the theories hung on them, and to turn them inside out, and to compare and classify them with an honest downright unscrupu lousness that no girl suckled on the Bible could ever, no matter what her opinions might be, or rather her own opinion of her opinions, find it in her heart to use, and the summing up of Gwen’s searchings and com par ings was monotonous and com monplace enough. “The whole scheme is very fine,” she said one day, “it is a perfect idyl in its way, and di vine from the mere exaltation and grandeur of it, but where any proof of a personal God comes in I can’t see, any more than in any of the other creeds. They all seem to be chips off the same block. The ideal God seems universally human—this Jewish one with the rest. He is feeble and tyrannical and He, in the Old Testament, is so in consistent; and in the New- well, after all, that is only rath er a more modern reflection of the Old. As for Christ, we know so little of Him,—and then when all’s said His love liest and best thoughts were also thought in the Vedas by the Brahmins. It is wonderful beyond comprehension to me how so many have lived and died for such myths. The great est and divinest quality of God seems to me to be His inexora bleness, and even that failed Him more than once at a pinch. ” “It is a sense wanting in me,” she often told Mr. Fellowes; “the sense of religion, as in Da cre the sense of poetry, you can’t supply it, no one can. I lose an infinite deal, I know, your face literally shining over these things tells me so^ plainer than a thousand words. I would give anything to experience such rapture, which is itself divine, but I couldn’t to save my life—it’s curious?’ “Dacre tells me,” she began suddenly another day, “that he quite believes in Christianity. Now, if his shallow feeble ac ceptance of the thing—and he says it is just like all the other fellows’ beliefs,—is accepted, average Christianity must be poor stuff. I will wait until I get a better hold on it than that, before I say anything definite about believing or disbelieving I say merely, the scheme does not appeal to me, the fault is in myself no doubt, your judgment is sound in all other things, I quite believe it is just as sound in this.” On her seventeenth birthday, Mr. and Mrs. Fellowes gave her an edition of Browning. “The parts she understands will be a revelation to her,” Mr. Fellowes said, “and those she doesn’t will serve as a brain tonic, for she will be sure to thresh them out with blood curdling thoroughness.” They were all this and more, as Mr. Fellowes felt to his cost when a few days later she brought him Caliban on Setebos. “Now here,” she said, “is my exact impression of the Christ ian God. I wonder if I shall ever change it, and by what process? I must be in a horribly unfinished initial state if I can think side by side with a brutal creature like that. It’s queer, —I am not altogether like him in other respects,” she added with a laugh. Mr. Fellowes answered her, as he always did, with perfect good humor and sound good sense. It was hard, uphill, melan choly work for him, but he did it like a man, and as well as he knew how—he tried to hope, and left the rest with God. Mrs. Fellowes did her little part as soon as the solemnities were at an end. She seized on the girl and petted and made much of her, and opened out her mother’s heart to her. “She must learn what love Is then perhaps she will stop pry ing about after justice and oth er matters. Besides, it is abso lutely necessary she should be fore she has children of her own. She must be bathed in it, so that she actually has to absorb it like children do nourishment in their bath of veal broth. I shall keep driving it into her at every possible opportunity. It would be an awful satisfaction if just once in a while she would let one get a real good glimpse into her, to see how it works. I hate doing things in the dark!” “But you do get a sight of the result sometimes. I remem ber myself having had several. I believe the girl has an im mense power of affection.” “Mercy on us! As if I did not know that! When it does break out an earthquake is a fool to it, but then the eruptions are always so sudden and the calm ing down so preternaturally swift that when they happen one is far too overwhelmed to have any time or faculty left for observation, and one never dares to go back on those out bursts, as you well know. Oh, my Gwen, my poor, poor little Gwen, God will have to help your husband very consider ably!” And so Gwen grew up and her story began. [to bk continued.] The New County. [Sumter Watchman and Southern], Messrs. John R. Haynsworth, of this city, and Pate, of Florence commenced the survey of the proposed new Salem or Rutledge County on Monday. They were employed by the Salem County Committee of Bishopville. . The lines of the proposed county are as follows in Sumter County: Beginning at Lynches River near Wood’s Mill, below Lynch burg, thence to Swimming Pens, then up Scae Oer to McGirt’s Branch, then up McGirt’s Branch and in a straight line until the Kershaw line is reach ed at the point where Rafting Creek Township and Bradford Springs Township comes. The line will extend hence up into and across the Southeastern S crtion of Kershaw to Chester- eld. The south-western por tions of Chesterfield County and the north-western portion of Darlington will be cut off. The line will cut the Sumter line at Field’s Bridge on Lynches Riv er, and from this point the river will be the line to the starting point. From what can be learn ed the people in the territory adjacent to Bishopville are near ly all in favor of the new coun ty, but how the people of Lynch burg, Swimming Pens and Spring Hill will Took at it we have not heard. The question is whether the required territory is available. According to the survey of Rob ert Broun, as given on the map of Sumter County, published in 1848 by H. M. Me Laurin, the area of Sumter County is 850 square miles. Darlington, ac cording to the census of 1890, has an area of 073, Chesterfield, 986 and Kershaw 775. From these figures it would appear that the required area can be obtained, so this objection is re moved. The last question is in regard to the shape of Sumter, Darlington, Kershaw and Ches terfield after Bishopville has se cured her territory. Speaking for Sumter, it must be said that the shape wouid not be at ail satisfactory. Let all parties in terested get a map and go to studying the question. Let those who live in the proposed new county ascertain whether they would be benefited by the change in any respect, whether they would be nearer the Court House than atpresent, or wheth er they would not rather come a few miles farther and have the advantage of a better market both to sell and buy. mHAdm - .<■ iW See the World'* Fei? for Fifteen Cent*. Upon receipt of your address and fifteen cents in postage stamps, wo will mail you pre paid our Souvenir Portfolio of the World’s Columbian Exposi tion, the regular price is Fifty cents, but as we want you to have one, we make the price nominal. You will find it a work of art and a thing to be prized. It contains full page views of the great buildings, with descriptions of same, and is executed in highest style of art. If not satisfied with it, af ter you get it, we will refund the stamps and let you keep the book. Address H. E. Bucklen& Co., Chica go, 111. Wden Baby woa sick, we gave her C'astoria. When she was a Child, she cried for Castoria. When she became Miss, she dung lo Castoria. When she had Children, she itsve them Castoria. Creditors’ Notice. A LL persons having claims against Jlk. the estate of Sarah Q. Coker, deceased, and all persons indebted to said estate, will please present them properly proved and make payment to the undersigned. E. M. GRIFFIN, Jul 13—3t. Executor of said Estate. Notice. A LL persons who contributed to the establishment of the Dar lington Experimental Station are hereby notified to file claims for the amounts contributed wiMi the Clerk of the Hoard of County Commission ers on or before the second day of August, 1894, in order that the bal ance on hand from the proceeds of the sale of the Experimental Station may be proportioned among the con tributors. W. B. HOOLE, Clerk, Board, County Commissioner. July 13—3t. Private Board House, Pleasantly situated near and between lines of Street Cars. Mrs. Amanda Davis, Corner Meeting and Hudson Streets, Opp. Citadel Academy, CHARLESTON, - - - S. C. Mch 29—4m BANK OF DARLINGTON, DARLINGTON, 8. C. t Capital, — — $100,000 Surplus and Undivi ded Profits, — $45,973.80 DIRECTORS:: W. C. Coker, J. L Coker, R. W. Boyd, J. J. Ward. E. R. Mclver, A. Nachman, Bright Williamson. Transacts a General Banking Business. Savings Department. Deposits of $1 and upwards received. Interest allowed at rate of 5 per cent, per annum from date of deposit—payable quarterly on the first day of January, April, July and October. For further information ap ply at the Bank. Accounts in both Depart ments solicited and will be given careful attention. BRIGHT WILLIAMSON, President. L. E. WILLIAMSON. Cashier. Dee. 81—tf Is Your Life Worth Anything to others? Are there not persons dependent on your earnings for their support? Are they pro vided for in case of your death? The simplest and safest way of assuring their protection is life in surance. Business, pro fessional, and working men generally, should in sure, for their brains or their muscles, are their capital and income too. Death stops them both. Insure in the Equitable Life and death cannot stop your salary or steal your capi tal, and your loved ones will be safe from want W. J. RODDEY, ROCK HILL. South Carolina. TXARTSYILLE railroad. Junes, 1894. MIXED TRAIN Leave Harteville 5.80 a m Jovann 5.45 a m Floyd’* - 6.05 a m Darlington 6.25 a m Palmetto 6.40 a m Arrive Florence 7.00 a m Lear* Florence 7.86 p m Palmetto 7.50 p m Darlington 8.20 p ■ Floyds 8.40 p m Jovann 8.55 pm Hartsville 9.10 pm J F. DIVINE. Gen. Supt. /CHARLESTON, SUMTER AND ^ NORTHERN RAILROAD CHARLES E. KIMBALL Receiver. In Effect Jau. 16, 1894 NORTH. - ) SOUTH. 9 8 P.M. P.M. Lv 4.(0 Charleston 2 .30 At 5.20 Preguall's 1.10 7.25 Sumter 11.02 8.87 Darlington 9.50 9 29 BeuuettHville 9.00 9.52 Gibson 8.37 Ar 10.20 Hamlet 8.10 Lv P.M A.M. No. 9 connects at Hamlet with 8. A. L. Vestibule train for Raleigh, Rich mond, Washington, Baltimore, Phil adelphia and New York. No 8 connects with S. A. L. Vesti bule train .from above named points. Trains run solid to and from Charles ton. C. MILLARD, Superintendent. c. nT* L I I W CAN b* CURED. ||F I P W. via 8£ND FRET t~ S IP w-E.Ui*. TRIAL BOTlLfcj A D. and C. A 8. RAILROADS. In effect June 8, 1894. MIXED TRAIN Leave Wadesboro 2.00 p ia Bennett’s 2.25 p tr Morven’s 2.40 p m McFarland 2 55 p m Cheraw 8.45 p m Cash’s 4.10 pm Society Hill 4.40 p m Dove's 5.10 pm Floyd’s 5.30 pro Darlington 6.05 p m Palmetto 6.20 p m Arrive Florence 6.45 p m Leave Florence 7.85 a m Palmetto 8.00 a m Darlington 8.85 a m Floyd’s 9.00 a m Dove’s 9 15 a m Society Hill 9 45 a m Cash’s 10.15 a m Cheraw 11.00 am McFarland 11.40 a m Morven’s 11.55 a m Bennett's 12.10 a m Arrive Wadesboro 12.80 a m Local Freight. Leave Darlington 4.30 p m Palmetto 4.42 p m Arrive Florence 6.00 p m I,eave Florence 8.30 am Palmetto 8.50 a m Arrive Darlington 9.05 a m A. F. RAVENEL, President. N ORTH EASTERN RAILROAD. In effect June 3, 1894. SOOTH BOUND. No. 61 Leave Florence 7.45 a m Kingstree 9.20 am Lanes 9.45 a in Arrive Charleston 12.10 a in No. 85. Leave Florence 8.10 a m Lanes 4.20 a m Arrive Charleston G.10 a m No. 28. Leave Florence 7.46 p a Kingstree 9.02 p m lanes 9.28 p ia Arrive Charleston 11.18 p m No. 58. Leave Lanes 7.05 p m Arrive Charleston 8.40 p m Train on C. A D. R. R. connects at Florence with No. 61 Train. NORTH BOUND. No. 78. Leave Charleston 8.35 a m lanes 5.40 am Kingstree 6 00 a m Arrive Florence 7.10 a m No. 82. Leave Charleston 3.80 p m Lanes 5.88 p in Kingstree 5.57 p m Arrive Florence 7.05 p m No. 52. Leave Charleston 7.15 am Arrive Lanes 8.45 a m No. 52 runs through to Columbia via Central R. R. of 8. C. Train Nos. 78 and 14 runs via Wilson and Fayetteville—Short Line—and makes close connection for all points North. J. F. DIVINE, Gen. Supt. w ILMINGTON, COLUMBIA * AUGUSTA RALROAD. In effect June 8,1894. SOUTH BOUND. No. 55. Leave Wilmington 8.40 p m Marion 0.31 p in Arrive Florence 7.10 p m No. 50. Leave Florence 7.35 p m Sumter 8.47 pm Leave Sumter 8.47 p in Arrive Columbia 10.10 p m No. 58. Leave Florence 8.20 a m Arrive Sumter 9 40 a m No. 52. Leave Snmter 9.58 am Arrive Columbia 11.10 a m No. 62 runs through from Charles ton v'a Central Railroad; leaving Lanes 8.48 a m, Manning 9 25 a m. NORTH BOUND. Leave Columblt Sumter... .•»_ Arrive Florence ~ No. 51. ». 4.30 am . 5.53 am . 7.10 am No. 55. Leave Florence 7.40 a m Marion 8.28 a m Arrive Wilmington 11.10 a m No. 58. Leave Colombia 4.20 p m Arrive Snmter 5.45 p m No. 59. Leave Colombia Snmter.... 5.56 p ns Arrive Florence 7.06 p m No. 53 runs tbiouau w unarlestou via central Railroad, arriving Man ning 6.22 p m. Lane* 7.10 p m, charleston8.40 pm. Trains on Manchester and Augusta B. R-, leave Sumter daily except Sun day, 10.59 a. m , arrive Rimini 11:09 a, m. Returning leave Rim ni 1.10 p. m.. arrive Sumter 3:10 p. id. Trains on W Umington, Chtdl ourn and Conway Railroad leave Chad- bourn at 10.10 a in, arrive at Conway 12 80 p m, returning leave Conway at 2:00 p. in., arrive Chadbourn 4:00 p, in. Leave Chadbourn 5.36 p m ar d 6.15 pm, arrive at Hub 6 20 pm Re turning leave Hub 8.15 a in, arrive at Chadbourn 9.00 a m. Daily exepet Sunday. JOHN F, DIVINE, Gen’l Supt, aft