The Darlington news. (Darlington, S.C.) 1875-1909, August 16, 1894, Image 3
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CHAPTER XY11.
WnitK he got outside his
rooms, which were in a turning
off Piccadilly, Strange looked
up and down the street and at
his watch.
“I shall not bother with
luncheon, that ham will last till
eightj” he said, “1 shall go to
the Club and I suppose I must
see Aunt Moll. I’ll go there to
tea, she’ll be Up probably, and
perhaps aWako by that time.”
He struck out for his Club
and made a rapid tour of the
premises but he found there was
no good to be got there, the bil
liard-rooms were empty ami the
reading-rooms were given over
to half {^oozen old fellows suf
fering frgra gout and senile de
cay. .
‘‘It’s too eprly and too late
for anything! ’ he muttered, as
he lighted a fresh cigar on tho
steps, “it will be a full week,
besides^ before I get into the
swing again. I shall try Bry-
don.”
With that he swung off down
the street, past some big thor
oughfares, then he cut across a
mesh of alleys and courts, out
into some dingy squares, land
ing at last in Bloomsbury
Square. He walked round till
he got to a tall narrow house In
a comer, where he pulled up,
pushed open the door, which
was ajar, and went upstairs to
the fifth story where he found a
door with “Mr. Brydon” paint
ed on it in big letters. He open
ed it, and walked in.
A big fair boy with a cigar
ette in his mouth was sitting
before an easel, touching up a
background; he spoke in a soft
tired voice without turning an
inch of himself.
“Excuse me, Carry, I can’t
possibly stand up, I am wrest
ling with a curtain. Kindly sit
down and begin your apologies.
Was Ma’s ‘neuralgy’ bad, or
the baby? Was it ‘it’? I am
not quite certain as to the sex
of the last.—By the way, don’t
they come with undue speed,
those babies, or do you spread
all the diseases out on one?—Or
did Pa go for you and render
your nose unfit for immortality?
Two hours behind time to day,
that’s nothing to you in tho
day’s work, no doubt, but I may
remark that it’s slightly incon
venient to me, as I prefer day
light to dark to catch the super-
excellent tones of your skin.”
“I should have thought on the
whole that the glow—”
“Strange!” he cried with a
soft slow gurgle of intense de
light, and lifting himself cium
sily up from his seat, he caught
Strauge's hand in a close clasp
aud pushed him back iuto an
old frilled arm chair.
“I thought you were in Algo
ria. It was a dangerous o\,)oi i
meut, old fellow; tho betting
was ten to one that I was paint
ing off a model, and I am con
tinually overlooking that lock.
What a glorious dusty smooth
red you’ve got on your cheeks!
For gotlness sake, let me have
it before gas and ‘sich’ play the
deuce with it ”
“Take it, my child, take it.
What a pity you didn’t have
the beard too! that was a far
more glorious red, and a sight
dustier, but I parted with it this
morning.”
“Thank you, I’ve seen your
bristles once; I never wish to
behold them again. Now smoke,
and I’ll just have ashy at catch-
itag that tint, it’s precisely what
I want for this beggar’s cheek.
My model had it to perfection,
but they dapped him into quad
for prigging saveloys, and when
he comes out he will be useless,
the color of bad paste.”
“Your room’s hardly serious
enough; it’s pretty, in a doll’s-
house style.”
“Serious! I can’t afford that.
Qn& can’t extract seriousness
from rags, but the colors are
good and the cost small. Look
at the drapery hiding the crack
in the wall in that corner, four-
pence-halfpenny the yard and
a reduction by the piece!”
“And you probably went din
nerless for that!” thought
Strange, watching the tall
heavy looking fellow, with his
straight, limp brown hair hang
ing over his forehead in a way
that gave him a queer, toolish
look, an effect that his big alive
eyes were constantly contradict-
f *>«•
The soft, sleepy tones of his
voice which, only that they
happened to be peculiarly clear,
would never have been heard at
all, added rather to this effect.
Strange, however, was quite
aware that the eyes of the fel
low spoke the truth, and that
the hair and the soft speech
Red.
His father had been curate in
the parish where Strange’s fath
er was the Squire, and even theri
the big boy had been good to
the little one, and the unequal
friendship was still kept up be-
tyvoen the two. It was a pleas-
. ant little corner in the life of
* the older trial , it was the best
part of life to the boy, and no
one had a notion of the intense
love and gratitude he bore to
the big notable man who took
the trouble to know him.
Strange had stood by him in
ihe bad crisis of his life, when
things had come to a head and
his father, the curate, had put
down his foot and damned art
permanently, and the boy, for
his part, had comprehensively
damned the church, and had
then stepped out of the parent
al porch with a five pound note
in his pocket, and in his eyes
the yearning greed for color.
“Hotv are you getting on?”
said Strange.
“Oh, I live, and I hardly owe
a thing, which is a consolation,
in case 1 happened to die off in
a hurry, and had 10 be behold
en to the governor to fork up.
I have no feelings at all about
the funeral expenses or the
shroud, I shall make no provi
sion for these, thev seem in his
line, somehow. But it would
cut the old man up frightfully
if he had to pay the models or
the beer, or anything smacking
my pristine glory and accept in
vitations.
”1 wonder," he went on re
flectively, “if there’s any way
of keeping a fellow from making
a fool of himself. If you have
happened to hear of any in your
travels,au anti love philtre now,
for Heaven’s sake divulge it; it
ruins one’s work getting in love
in a promiscuous way, it’s a
brutal nuisance too, and devil
ish expensive. I know I always
have to pay compound interest
for my pleasures in tins line,
and they’re absolutely mawkish
to, iu their innocence,” he ad
ded, with a little injured sigh.
Strange watched the boy cu
riously, wondering what possi
ble motive, or train of motives,
combined to keep his Hfo so
clean with its every condition
on the side of uncleanness.
“He has neither convictions
nor religion to hold him, he is
as passionate and sensual a fel
low as any going, he is steeped
to the lips in Zola and others of
that ilk; thoretically, innocence
and he are as far apart as tho
poles. He is a fool, no doubt,
but I wish to God tho folly would
last.”
into a chair after he had shaken
it to see if it would bear. “I
needn’t ask you how you are.
Aunt Moll, you look just is you
always did, like a catkin.”
“A what, Humphrey?” she
inquired anxiously.
“A catkin, we used t<J call
them goslings, soft, oval, pale
gold, .silky, fluffy masses you
ousness befitting the occasion.
My dear, if you knew what it
costs me to kneel, now that 1
have growri a little stout, you
might perhaps appreciate this
act.”
Humphrey gHnned.
“Aunt Moll, my feciings are
always too deep for expression,
it would upset you for a month
have a weakness for adjectives! if I were to give you the merest
1 know, judging from the line glimpse of the emotions that
in literature you patronize. The|aro ravaging me this minute,
harshest wind has never been These inward upheavals are
known to rufllo a gosling, it al- frightfully wasting, jour acts
a gosling, it al
ways skips them, they always
feel warm to the touch, as if the
sun were on them, they are de
licious things. Tho sun is al
ways on you, Aunt Moll, ain’t
it?”
“Ah, Humphrey, you little
know, you can make but a faint
guess at my troubles, the death
of my dear—”
“Aunt Moll, we’ll skip that!”
interrupted Strange, with a
twinkle.
He knew quite well what an
unmixed relief the deceased
peer’s removal was to all his
kith and kin, more especially to
his wife.
if you recollect, before I
of the devil, you know Would strong, steady, cool face with
Brydon guessed the elder went to Algeria w r e agreed to
man’s thoughts, or perhaps his! let my uncle rest undisturbed
own were running on the same in his present retreat, which,
lines, as he sketched in tne j from what we know of his past.
how exhausting the proccst has
been to Lady Mary.”
Shu stopped al last.
"No,” he said, looking at his
aunt, "I Certainly’ hadn’t per
ceived any symptoms of a cave
in about her. Monday, did you
say, Miss Waring? Would you
mind letting me have your vis
iting list tor that dtfy, Aunt
Moll? I suppose I know some
of the people, and my soul’ione
desire for y< ars has been to pose
as an afternoon tea
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you mind turning your face an
inch to the right?”
“What are you at? Haven’t
you got the brick dust yet?”
"Yes, in a way, but I want to «<j
sketch you,” said Brydon, 1
measuring him with his pencil,
“I won’t be long; you look so
cool, and big, and ‘kinder’ dog
ged, you’ve grown frightfully
since you went away, especial
ly about the eyes, they’ve got
so beastly deep and intricate,
why don’t you have eyes like
docent God fearing mortals?”
“Ask riiy parents; if they re
fuse you the information, I can
only refer you to my godfather
and godmother—By tho way,
what’s wrong with you, Char
lie?”
“Me!—Nothing!—1 had anoth
er bout of rheumatic fever a
month ago, and I have felt a
trifle stodgy since at times, es
pecially after a grind up these
stairs.”
“Heart!” thought Strange.
“Poor beggar! it’ll be hard on
him if he’s carried off before he
learns to draw. W 7 ill j r ou dine
with me to-day?”
Brydon’s face lit, ho had ec
static memories of dinners with
Strange, and as a matter of fact
his dinners for two days past,
l<ad consisted of bread—and
mustaid to give it a relish.
“Thank you, old man, I can’t
—I can’t go anywhere till Fri
day.”
“Why, in Heaven’s name?”
“I have some black aud white
to do,” he said mixing some
paint hurriedly.
Strange took a glance at his
back view and shrugged his
shoulders.
“The beggar’s sure to let it
out, he always does,” he reflect
ed.
After a few minutes’ silent
painting Brydon turned round
“I generally tell you most
thingV’he said, ‘ if >' ou wa ^
long enough, and you know by
this time what an abject ass I
am, so you may as well hear the
climax.
“I was down sketching in
Surrey last month. I went af
ter the fever—I didn’t feel as if
I could stand the stairs just
then—and I found a girl in a
cottage there who was willing
to sit for me whenever I wanted
her. She was divine! Look!”
he got up slowly and took a lit
tle canvas from behind the door.
“Look! Did Greuse ever have
such a head to paint from? I
fell in love with her. Of course,
it was that color that did it;
that, and her poses, and all her
little ways and movements, and
her soft little voice—oh—oh—
you know the sort of fool I am!
I lodged at her mother’s house,
and the pair nursed me as if I
were a sick cat—well—Look—I
had to leave that place at a mo
ment’s notice or I don’t know
what might have happened vou
know. I paid up and cleared.
“Would you believe it, I
hadn’t been'honie a week, when
who should appear one night
past ten o’clock but that girl?
Upon my word, 1 broke out m a
cold sweat all over. I'm as
weak as water, and—she was
divine. I tell you—I had an
awful job altogether. I quieted
he* down first, then I had to
bathe her feet, such pretty pink
little ones, but all torn and
bruised. If you believe me, she
had walked from ten miles this
side of Godaiming. I got her
some food and gave her up my
bed, and somehow or other I got
her back next day; she’d have
stayed on any terms, poor little
soul! Girls are queer fish,” he
said modestly, “one never can
tell what’ll fetch them. It was
all pretty hot on the mother,
however, so I gave her the few
shillings I had, and then she
wrote to say that the girl got
fever from the walk, to of course
I’ve had to help them, and I
regret to say my boots have
gone for a change to mine un
cle’s. I shall be paid on Friday,
age
breadth of technique that
marvelous in a boy of his
and opportunities.
"I wonder myself,” he said,
don’t make more of my
pleasures. A fellow has oppor
tunities somehow.” he added
with pleasing diffidence, "no
matter how poor he is but 1 have
a sort of notion that 1 might
lose in Art what I should gain
in pleasure. It would be idiotic
to run that risk, wouldn't it? 1
have a sort of theoiy, it’s prob
ably rot though it has a sound
of truth about it, that the clean
er one keeps one’s body and
soul, the clearer one’s eyes keep
and the better able to tackle the
truth in Nature.”
He paused, a little embarrass
ed; any expression, even of the
most primitive morality, brings
a blush of shame to the cheek of
youth.
“That sounds like a workable
theory,” assented Strange, “and
upon my word, I believe you
will find it so. The opposite is
playing the douce with the mod
ern Italian school, and it strikes
one like a blow in a lot of the
work of the youngsters
there. I wonld thresh out that
theory, if I were >ou, noth
ing half and half will do.”
“No,” said Brydon ruefullj',
“no, that is where the grind
comes in.”
Strange laughed, the fellow’s
face and accent flitted his speech
so comically.
“I suppose I must let him get
over the boot business himself,
he’s so beastly cocky, but I’m
convinced he’s hungry. I won-
how much tho «jade got out of
him! Charlie,” ho then said
aloud, “I must bo off, 1 shall
expect you on Friday at my
Club. If 1 were you, old chap,
I should stop that young ar
son's supplies, the fever must
be off her by this time.”
“1 have a sort of awful con
viction that it’s going to be in
term tte it, and nothing but a
change of address will have any
effect upon it—but, oh, old man,
if you could have seen that
girl,” he concluded regarding
her head mournfully, with his
own on one side, and with an
overwhelming longing for the
Egyptian fleshpots surging up
wi'.hin him.
Strange slapped him on the
shoulder, “Just as well not, fe
vers come expensive, whether
they take you, or the victim to
your charms. Good bye.”
a m u s t be unexceptionable-
was' whatever his faults may have
aud then I’ll bloom back into
CHAPTER XVIII.
“To look at the fellow one
would never give him credit for
half the grit he has,” thought
Strange as he glanced round for
s cab at the street corner. “If
I had money I should send him
to Paris,” he went on as soon as
he had settled himself comfort
ably, “the Kensington methods
are no manner of use to him.
It’s the deuce of a shame too,
that he has to attempt finished
work foraliving when he should
be sweating over the primaries;
and that color mania—that will
get chronic and overgrow him,
and then God help him!”
As it happened Lady Mary
was at home and quite wide
awake. As a rule this was not
the case until much later in the
day, but just now Various things
combined to keep off sleep.
When Strange was announ
ced, she was sitting well-screen
ed from the small bright fire,
gazing in soft meditation at her
plump white hands, with the
corners of her month slightly
drawn downward, and her
smooth round forehead wrink
led up in a way that would have
gone to the heart of a stone to
see in such a picture of comfort
as she was made to be.
“Humphrey!” she exclaimed,
making a vain try at a spring
and hopping down again limp
ly, "Humphrey!”
“Myself and no other,” said
Strange, receiving her kiss
cheerfully, and settling himself
been no one can deny that he
was a most exclusive person
and had a very just notion of
his position.”
“Dear Humphrey! That flip
pancy! I had hoped that the
many dangers j - ou have experi
enced, the many times you have
come face to face with death—
and, Humphrey- with Eternity
—would have brought the seri
ousness of life before your eyes.”
“Aunt Moll, the sight of you
there in that chair brings that
view of the case more clearly
before me than over the sight of
death did.”
Lady Mary again looked anxi
ous, her nephew always mado
her feel like that, his eyes seem
ed to rake her from stem to
stern and to find some mute
amusement in the process. Sud
denly she gave a little start.
“VVha’t have I been thinking
of?” she murmured. “Hump
hrey,” she began again, “we
must speak of your prospects ”
She was bubbling over w ith
them as it happened, besides,
they would keep him off her.
"What are you thinking of
doing now?”
“What 1 have always been
thinking of doing and have
never done yet, making the re
sult of my face to face encoun
ters with death—and Eternity—
of some practical value to the
world in general and to myself
in particular, by filling my
trousers’ pockets, which at this
which at this present moment
contain one pound six and three
pence, and that's mostly due for
beer.”
“Humphrey! Have you heard!
nothing? Your letters?”
“I never read them. For
Heaven’s sake, speak, divulge,
I’m ready for anything!”
“Your great-uncle is dead-
died last month. Before he
went he confessed a heavy sin
that had lain for years on his
soul, poor dear creature. That
great lanky son of his. about
whom, as you know, I always
had a nasty feeling, as if he
were not altogether quite right,
as if somehow he was not one
of us. This now- proves to have
been a quite prophetic instinct,
he turns out to be—ahem—ille
gitimate, and you, you, Hump
hrey, are the heir.”
“I say! It’s beastly hard
lines on Tom!”
Strange was quite as stagger
ed with the news, as any other
younger son in his condition
would have been. It vibrated
through and through him, but
as one cannot clothe thunder in
harmonies any more than one
can a tumultuous muddle of
sensations in speech in the pro
sence of a woman inclined to
gush and stoutness, he swallow
ed his muddle and was flippant.
“Humphrey!” said Lady
Mary with dignity, wondering
a little if Humphrey himself
were quite right. “This minute
you have ten thousand a year,
and you, my nephew, are Sir
Humphrey Strange.”
“Am I? You’ll be astonished
to hear Ldon’t feel a bit like it,
I feel exactly as I did before.
Is there any difference to the
naked eye, if so, do you mind
telling me?”
Lady Mary stirred uneasily
and crossed her bands.
“Dear Humphrey!” she cried
at last, with a soft wailing bleat,
“I confess I did expect some
show of proper feeling from you
on this occasion. It is a shock
to me to see you in your present
frame of mind, it seems like fly
ing in the face of Providence,
and may end in bringing down
a judgment on your head.”
Lady Mary sighed and contin
ucd, lowering her voice to a coo
“ W hen I heard the news, Hump
hrey, I went down on my knees
and prayed that my poor sinful
uncle might be forgiven for
foisting that counterfeit young
man off on our family, and that
you, my nephew, might ‘face
your responsibilities with a scri-
frightfully wasting, jour
of prayer and thanksgiving are
a fool to them—There doesn’t
happen to be any tea going, do
es there^”
“Tea! Is it five o'clock? What
can have happened? Pray ring.
The misery 1 have to endure
with servants! I wonder my
hair isn’t even graj’of than it
is, ami my poor face more
worn.”
“Your hair is as brown as a
nut, and there isn’t a Crease in
j'our dear, soft young face.
What was wrong with jou
when I came in, the corners ot
your mouth wore turned the
wrong way?”
Lady Mary reflected as she
made his tea.
“Ah it was Gwen, she has
thrown aside another most un
exceptionable match, the third
in three months.”
“Gwen, what?”
“Gwen Waring, she is with
me for the season.”
“Ah, that queer, sulky, im
perturbable. long-legged girl,
belonging to those wouderful
young fossils at Waring Park.
I shouldn’t have thought she’d
have got the chance to throw
over any match, let alone three
unexceptionable ones—”
“Humphrey!”
"What’s up? Gru!—”
He sprang to his feet.
A tall, superb girl, with a face
like a hothouse flower, was
standing in the middle of the
room, looking at him with a
cool aloofness that made his
blood run cold. Hlie had heard
every word, she must have, his
voice was a big one.
This magnificent dominant
creature, before whom he felt
as a worm, was only an enlarg
ed completed edition of the
“sulky, long legged” slip lie
used to catch fitful, glances of.
in his stays with his aunt.
If only he hadn’t classified
her iu such co >1 pleasant tones!
It was not often the fellow felt
at such a disadvantage. If the
girl had made a joke now, or
even looked as if she could make
one! But she knew better than
to joke, she had her tactics
r°ady to her hand, and she was
determined h i s impertinence
should be brought nome to him.
Her own classification never
troubled her in the least, it was
the good humored sneer at her
parents which touched her.
Was she always to suffer for be
ing the product of such a house?
The pext few minutes Strange
felt younger than he had done
for ten years.
“Lady Mary has been telling
me of your good fortune”, she
remarked kindly,sippinghertQa,
and looking at him in as moth
erly a way as so very splendid
a person could look. “You
must be quite excited—I suppose
you are already making a hun
dred pleans?
“I seem to know you quite
well,” she went on, not giving
him the chance to reply, "Lady
Mary is always telling anecdo
tes of ‘her boy*! very entertain
ing ones they are too, and I
should fancy characteristic.”
She helped herself to more
cream and ragarded him coolly.
“When she reads prayers, she
always makes a special and
very full mention of you.”
Lady Mary winced abjectly
and looked deprecatingly at her
nephew, but his eyes were fast-
tened on Gwen. His aunt felt
she had escaped for once. She
settled herself into her pillow,
and wondered vaguely what
would happen next.
She haa a horrid feeling that
there were breakers ahead some
where, but as she never by any
chance could see farther than
her own nose, she decided not
to make any effort at sighting
them, but to drift on with faith-
“Very considerate of my
aunt!” said Strange, in a pause.
“Oh, that is only one instance
of her consideration and the
least important. She has done
much more than that for you,
she is like John the Baptist
without the skins and locusts,
she has ‘been preparing the way
before’ you, and you nave on'y
to appear to be mobbed, Sir
Humphrey. There’s not a mat
ron nor a maid in London who
doesn’t babble of you; your
name is rippling off a hundred
tongues at this very minute;
you are the hero of a hundred
teas. All this came on after a
long round of calls Lady Mary
and I paid last Monday,” she
continued, scanning him. “I
had only heard your name be
fore, in the outward world, that
is—the Baronetcy never affect*
ed Lady Mary’s prayers and
anecdotes, they were . a!way
with us—m a queer aside way,
as if one hinted at dark things
that had betteV not be unearth
ed. Ah, but that is alLcbang*
ed! You have no notioftTfipugh
as an afternoon tea hero. 1
! shall just have time to get a
foretaste of the joys this after
noon. Good bye, Aunt Moll;
pray don’t look anxious on my
account, my morals are tough
enough to run tho gauntlet of |
all the teas in London, and my |
digestion Is unimpaired. Good-1
bye. Miss Waring,” he said.;
bowing gravely in her direction, ]
“thank you for standing by mv j
aunt on Monday’s warpath. I
am gratified to see you are in
no sort of way exhausted by
the process. Dairfmttion!” ho
muttered as lie got out into the
street, “she smells of a hothuuse
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with her overpowering beauty mond. Washington, Hahimoi
and her insolent airs, and that ' ' ‘ ’ ‘
cool inexorable way of hers.
Oh. Aunt Moll, you’ll rue the
day you made me a byword. To
think 1 had to swallow all that,
and let a girl bait me!”
He laughed aloud.
"And so 1 am the coming
parti! Good Lord! I'll be tine 1
practiec for tho ‘sport,’ anj way
they’ll find mu shj’ game. I’ll
go home, finish a clu.pter or
two, dose Tolly, and then I'll
dine.
“Hullo!” he exclaimed sud
denly, "things are looking up
for Charlie, he can go to Paris
now- when he likes. I wonder
how I can reduce his high
stomach to seeing it in that
light!”
[TO HE CONTINUED. |
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County of DarUnyton.
By T. 11. Spatw, Probate Judge
Whereas, K. T. Coker hath made
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ters of Administration of the Estate
of and effects of Saliie P. Wilson de
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Judge of Probate.
August 9, 1894.
Leave WadesborO
... 2 90 p ift
Bennett's
.. 2 2'. file
Morvcn’s
.. V Ki p '5
Cheraw
... tIF»JiiS
Cash's
Society Hill
4 tft f> r'»i
Pove’n
Floyd’s
.. 5.30 i ll'
Darlington
ti.('5 [' n.
Palmetto
Leave Florence
. . 1 o'* a
Palmetto
Darlington
s.: . r ) a hi
Floyd's
Society Hill
Cash’s
Chefittt
Mc.Fafland
Morven’S
Bennett’S
... 1: 111 a of
Arrive WadesborO
... :2 Jo :< ill
Local Freight
Leave Darlington
•! So p Hi
Palmetto
. 1 42 p nf
Arrive Florence
.. Mm j. in’
Ileave Florence
... 8 ..(( a iu
Palmetto
.. 8 .' A a nf
Arrive Darlington
A. F. RAVEN EL.
riVr-.lleMt.
XkTOR'fnEASTERN R \ 11.RGA l).
XB *n effect June 8,
IM*4.
soHitii bound.
1*0.
Leave Fldrende
Kiutfatree ....
lollies
Arrive Charleston
. . .t.’.t ) a uf
N«*. H.7.
Leave Florence
Lanes
... 4 .0 a hi'
Arrive Charleston
No 23.
Leave Florence
7 Ci p itf
Kingstree
Lanes....
Arrive Charleston
>.». ;.k
Leave Lanes
Arrive Charleston
Train on C. A l). R. R.
connects uf
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NOltTH UOL'Mi.
No 78
Leave Charleston :i a* * uf
Lanes 5 49 u ur
Kingstree t> on «
Arrive Florence 7 10«i/
No H*.
Leave Charleston 8 «l> p u»
Lancs 5 88 p u.
Kingstree 5.57 pis
Arrive Florence 7.95 p i
No. 58.
Leave Charleston... .J». 7.15 a iu‘
Arrive Lanes —'• 8.45 r. •>
No. 59 runs'through to Coluui a 1
via Central R. R. of 8. C.
Train Nos. 78 and 14 runs via Wil:-<>n
and Fayetteville—Short Line—.in I
makes close connection for all jM/inrS
North.
J. F. DIVINE. Gen. Sopt.
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ILMINGTON, COLUMBIA I
AUGUSTA RALKOAij.
In effect J one 8, 1894/
SOUTH BOUND.
lUimMss Anew; i'l
Leave Wilmington
No 55
Marion
Arrive Florence
.. 7 10 p ui
Leave Florence
No. 50.
Sumter
Leave SuiuteiN
Arrive Columbia
Leave Florence
No. 58.
Arrive Sumter....
... 9 40 h in
Leave Snmter
No. 5*.
Arrive Columbia
ugh
Rati
ton via Central Rati road; lea ving
Lanes 8-48 a m, Manning 9 35 a Hr;
NORTH BOUND.
No. 5f;
mw.—. . 4.80 a iff
i« . 5.55 a at
nm. • j.iU a in
No. 5*
Leave Florence— 7.40 a at
Leave Colmnbif
Sumter...
Arrive Florence
Marlon..
Arrive Wilmington..
Leave Columbia......
Arrive Sumter
.... 8.S8 a t*
,/.11.10 s Iff
No. 53.
.. 4.S-J |> in'
i. 5.45 p m
No. ter.
.. Wfi j. tk
Leave Columbia /.
Sumter
Arrive Florence 7 W p iff
No 53 runs’thiougiT to coscrlesioff
via central Railroad, arriving Man
ning #.8S p m Lanes 7.00 p it ,
charleston8-40 pm; ~
Trains on Manchester aud Angusta
B. R-, leave Sumter daily except mjw-
dny, 10.59 a. m., arrive kimiut ll:5»< a.
in. Retorning leave Rmiinr t.OO r-
m.. arrive Sumter 3:10 p. nr.
_ Trains on Wilmington, dikdaoWifr
And Conway Railroad leave Chao
bourn at 10.10 a ns, arrire at Conway
12.30 pin, returning leave Conway at
2:00 p. m.. arrive Cliadhfmru 4:50 p,
m, UkieChadftoiWn b.r, p n» »i4
515 pm,,arrive-at ttab u JOpft
tuniuigleave Hub 8.15 a iff, air.ue »f
Chad bourn 9.00 a m. Dally eicpf f
t. DtVtNR.