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CBAPTCR 111 •'What's all this tackle?” asked the burly and somewhat red-faoed customs officer at Fort Erie. “Jhii." said Yates, “Is a tent, with the poles and pegs appertaining there to. These are a number of packages of tobacco, on which I shall doehtless have to pay something into the ex chequer of her majesty. This is a jar used for the holding of liquids. I beg to call your attention to the fact that it is at present empty, which unfor tunately prevents me making a liba tion to th* rites of good fellowship. What my friend has in that valise I don’t know, bqt I suspect a gambling outfit and would advise yon to search him" "My valise contains books principal ly, with some articles of wearing ap parel," said the professor, opening his ffrip- The customs officer looked with sus picion on the whole outfit, and evident ly did not like the tone of the Ameri can. He seemed to be treating the customs department in a light and airy m.-uucr, and the officer was too much impressed by the dignity of his position not to resent flippancy. Besides, there were rumors of Fenian invasion in the air, and the officer resolved that no Fenian should get into the country without paying duty. “Where are you going with this tent?” “I’m sure I don’t know. Perhaps you can tell us. I don't know the country about here. Say, Stilly, I’m off up town to attend to this jug. I’ve been empty too often myself not to sympathize with its condition. You wrestle this matter out about the tent. You know the ways of the country, whereas I don’t.” It was perhaps as well tliat Yates left negotiations in the hands of his friend. He was quick enough to see that he made no headway with the officer, but “WHAT’S all this tackle?” rather the opposite. He slung the Jug ostentatiously over his shoulder, to the evident discomfort of the professor, and marched up the hill te the nearest tavern, whistling one of the lately pop ular war tunes. “Now,” he said to the barkeeper, placing the jug tenderly on the bar, “fill that up to the nozzle with the best rye you have. Fill it with the old fa miliar juice, as the late poet Omar saith.” The bartender did as he was re quested. “Can you disguise a little of that fluid in any way so thaf it may be taken Internally without a man sus pecting what he is swallowing?" The barkeeper smiled. "How would a cocktail fill the vacancy?” “I can suggest nothing better,” re plied YaUs. “If you are sure you know how to make It.” The man did not resent this imputa tion of ignorance. He merely said, with the air qf one who gives an incon trovertible answers “I am a Kentucky man myself.” “Shake,” cried Yates, briefly, as he reached his hand across the bar. “How is it you happen to be here?" “Well, I got into a little trouble in Lo.-.l vllle, and here I am where I can at .cist look at Qod’s country.” “Hold on,” protested Yates. “You’re making only one cocktail.” “Didn't you say one?” asked the man, pausing in the compounding. “Bless you, I never saw one cocktail made in my life. You are with me on this.” “Just as you say,” replied the other, as he prepared enough for two. “Now, I’ll' tell you my fix,” said Yates, confidentially. “I’ve got a tent and some camp things down below at the custom-house shanty, and I want to get them taken into the woods where I can camp out with a friend. I want a place where we can have absolute rest and quiet. Do you know the country around here? Perhaps you could rec ommend a spot." "Well, for all the time I’ve been here I know precious little about the back woods I suppose you want some place by the lake or the river?” “No, I don’t. I want to get dear back into the forest—if there is a for est." "Well, there’s a man in to-day from somewhere near Bidgeway, I think. He's got a hayrack with him, and that would be Just the thing to take your tent and poles. Wouldn't be 1 poles. Wouldn't be very com fortable traveling for you, but it would be all right for the tent, if it’s a big one.” “That will suit us exactly. We don’t care a cent about t^e comfort. Bough ing it is what we came for. Where will I find him?" “Oh, he’ll be along hero soon. That’s his team tied there on the sido street. If ho happens to be in good humor he’ll taao your things, and' as like as not give you a place to camp in his woods. Hlrivm Bartlett’s his name. And, talk ing of the old Nick himself, hero he Is. 1 wy, Mr. Bartlett, this gentleman was w andering if you couldn't tote out «o ue of his belongings. Ha’s going out your way." ®“'tlett was a somewhat uncouth H _ na wiry specimen of the Canadian , the load nor at Tans with something oi contempt and suspicion In his glance. Yates had one receipt for making the acquaintance of til mankind. “Come in, Mr. Brrtlett," he said, cheerily, “and try one of my friend's excellent cocktails.” “I take mine straight,” growled Bart lett, gruffly, although he stepped in side the open door. “I don’t want no Yankee mixtures in mine. Plain whis ky's good enough for any man, if he is a man. I don’t take no water, neither. I've got trouble enough.” The bartender winked at Yates as he shoved the decanter over to the new comer. “Right you are," assented Yates cordially. The farmer did not thaw out in the least because of this prompt agreement with him, but sipped his whisky gloom ily, as if it were a most disagreeable medicine. "What did you want me to take out?" he said, at last. “A friend and a tent, a Jug of whisky and a lot of jolly good tobacco.” “How much are you willing to pay?” "Oh, I don’t know. I'm always will ing to do what’s right. How would five dollars strike you?” The farmer scowled and shook his head. “Too much,” he said, as Yates was about to offer more. “ 'Tain’t worth It. Two and a half would be about the right figure. Don’no hut that’s too much. I’ll think on it going home and charge you what it’s worth. I’ll be ready to leave in abont an hour, if that suits yon. That's my team on the other side of the rood. If it’s gone when you come back I’m gone, an’ you’ll have to get somebody else." With this Bartlett drew his coat- sleeve across his mouth and departed. “That’s him exactly,” said the bar keeper. “He’s the most cantankerous crank in the township. And say, let me give yon a pointer. If the subject of 1813 comes up—the war, yon know— you’d better admit that we got thrashed out of our boots; that is, if you want to get along with Hiram. He hates Yan kees like poison.” “And did we get thrashed in 1813?" asked Yates, who was more familiar with current topics than with the his tory of the past. “Blest if I know. Hiram says we did. I told him once that we got what we wanted from old England, and he nearly hauled me over the bar. So I give you the warning, if you want to get along with him." “Thank you. PH remember It. So long.” This friendly hint from the man in the tavern offers a key to the solution of the problem of Yates' success on the New York press. He could get news when no other man could. Flippant and shallow as he undoubtedly was, he somehow got into the inner confidences of all sorts of men in a way that made them give him an Inkling of any thing that was going on for the mere love of him, and Yates often got valuable assistance from his acquaint ances which other reporters eould not get for money. The New Yorker found the professor sitting on a bench by the custom-honse chatting with the officer, and gazing at the rapidly-flowing broad blue river in front of them. “I have got a man,” said Yates, "who will take us out into the wilderness in abont an hour’s time. Suppose we explore the town. I expect nobody will run away with the tent till we come back.” “Ill look after that,” said the officer; and, thanking him, the two friends strolled up the street. They were a trifle late In getting back, and when they reached the tavern they found Bartlett just on the point of driving home. He gruffly consented to take them if they did not keep him more than five minutes loading np. The tent and appurtenances were speedily loaded on the hay rack, and then Bart lett drove np to the tavern and waited, saying nothing, although he had been in such a hurry a few moments before. Yates did not like to ask the cause of delay; so the three sat there silently. After awhile Yates said, as mildly as he could: “Are you waiting for anyone, Mr. Bartlett?” “Yes,” answered the driver in a surly tone. “I'm waiting for yon to go in fur that jug. I don’t suppose you filled it to leave it on the counter, “By Jove!” cried Yates, springing off; “I had forgotten all about it, which shows the extraordinary effect this country has on me already." The pro fessor frowned, but Yates came out merrily with the jug In his hand, and Bartlett started his team. They drove out of the village and up a slight hill, going for a mile or two along a straight and somewhat sandy road. Then they turned to what Bartlett said in answer to a question by the professor was the Ridge road, and there was no need to ask why -it wjw so termed. It was a good highway, but rather stony, the road being, in places, on the bare rock. It paid not thp slightest attention to Euclid's definition of a straight line and In this respect was rather a wel come change from the average Ameri can road. Sometimes they passed along | avenues of oyerbranching trees, which were evidently relics of the forest that onoe covered all the district. The road followed the ridge, and on each side were frequently to he seen wide vistas of lower lying country. All along the road were comfortable farmhouses; and It was evident that a prosperous com munity flourished along the ridge. Bartlett spoke only once, and then to the professor, who sat next to him. “You a Canadian?” “Yes.” "Where's he from?'’ "My friend is from New York," an swered the innocent jfaasor. “Humph!” grunted Bartlett, scowl ing deeper than ever, after which he became silent again. The team teas not going very fast, although neither the roads were heavy. otner ot me norses, out me moment the unfortunate animals quickened their pace he hauled them in roughly. Nevertheless they were going quickly enough to be overtaking a young woman who was walking on alone. Although she must have heard fhem coming over the rocky road, she did not turn her head, but walked along with the free and springy step of one who is not only accustomed to walking, but who likes it. Bartlett paid no at tention to the girl; the professor was endeavoring to read his thin book as well as n man might who is being jolted frequently; but Yates, as soon as he recognized that the pedestrian was young, pulled up his collar, adjusted his necktie with care, and placed his hat in a somewhat more jaunty and fetching position. ‘Are yon going to offer that girl a ride?” he said to Bartlett ‘No, I'm not” T think that is rather uncivil,” he added, forgetting the warning he had had. ‘Yon do, eh? Well, yon offer her a ride. Yon hired the team.” “By Jove, I will,” said Yates, placing his hand on the outside of the rack and springing lightly to the ground. “Likely thing,” growled Bartlett to the professor, “that she's going to ride with the like of him.” The professor looked for a moment at Yates politely taking off his hat to the apparently astonished young wom an, but he said nothing. “Fur two cents," continued Bart lett, gathering up the reins, “I'd whip up the horses and let him walk the rest of the way.” “From what I know of my friend," answered the professor, slowly, “I think he would not object in the slight est.” Bartlett mattered something to him self, and seemed to change his mind about galloping his horses. Meanwhile, Yates, as has been said, took off his hat with great politeness to the fair pedestrian, and as he did so he noticed with a thrill of admiration that she was very handsome. Yates always had an eye for the beautiful. “Our conveyance,” he began, “is not as comfortable as it might be, yet I shall be vejjj happy if you will accept its hospitalities.” The young woman flashed a brief glance at him from her dark eyes, and for a moment Yates feared that his language had been rather too choice for her rural understanding, but be fore he conld amend his phrase she an swered, briefly: “Thank yon. I prefer to walk." “Well, I don’t know that I blame yon. Might I ask if yon have oome all the way from the village?” “Yea" "That is a long distance, and yon must be very tired.” There was no re ply; so Yates continued; “At least I thonght it a long distance; but perbs ps that was because I was riding on Bart lett's hay-rack. There is no ‘downy bed of ease' abont his vehicle.” As he spoke of the wagon he looked at it, and, striding forward to its side, said in a husky whisper to the pro fessor: “Say, Stilly, cover up that jug with a flap of the tent.” “Cover it up yourself,” briefly replied the other; “it Isn’t mine.” Yates reached across and in a sort of accidental way threw the flap of the tent over the too conspicuous Jar. As an excuse for his action he took up his walking cane and turned toward his new acquaintance. He was flattered to see that she was loitering some dis tance behind the wagon, and he speedi ly rejoined her. The girl, looking straight ahead, now quickened her pace, and rapidly shortened the dis tance between herself and the vehicle. Yates, with the quickness characteris tic of him, made up his mind that this was a case of country diffidence which was best to be met by the bringing fanner, who evidently paid Httle a£ Bartlett was muttering a good deal to tentlon to the subject of dtasa: He said 1 himself, and now and then brought ■“wiat tauiaakwLto. i lowering j firaa his shin mtsotIj <m umot tfea “THAKK TOO. I FBEFKR TO WALK.” down of his conversation to the level of his hearer’s intelligence. "Have you been marketing?” he asked. “Yes.” “Butter and eggs, and that sort of thing?” ■■ “We are farmers," she answered, ‘ ‘and we sell butter and eggs”—a pause— “and that sort of thing.” Ystcs laughed in his light and cheery way. As he twirled his cane he looked at his pretty companion. She was gaz ing anxiously ahead towards a turn in the road. Her comely face was slight ly flushed, doubtless with the exercise of walking. "Now, in my country,” continued the New Yorker, “we idolize our women. Pretty girls don't travel miles to mar ket with butter and eggs.” “Aren’t the girls pretty—In your country?” Yates made a mental note that there was not as much rurallty about this girl as he had thought at first There was a piquancy about the conversation which he liked. That she shared his enjoyment was doubtful, for a slight line of resentment was noticeable on her smooth brow. “Yon bet they’re pretty. I think all American girls are pretty. It seems their birthright When I say American I mean the whole continent,' of couree. I’m from the states myself—from New York." He gave an extra twirl to his cane as he said this, and bore himself with that air of conscious superiority which naturally pertains to a citizen of the metropolis. "But over in the states wo think the'men should do all j the work and that the women should —well, spend the money. I must do our ladies the justice to say that they attend strictly to their share of the ar- '‘“FtXuld be a delightful country to live in, for the women. They all say so. Wo used to have an adage to the effect that America was wadUe tot yvomou— for men—ana, Wen, an entirely onrcr- ent sort of place for oxen.” There was no doubt that Yates had a way of getting along with people. As he looked at his companion he was gratified to note just the faintest sus picion of a smile hovering about her lips. Before she eould answer, if she had intended to do so, there was a quick clatter of hoofs on the hard road ahead and next instant an elegant buggy, whose slender jet-black pol ished rpokes flashed and twinkled in the sunlight, came dashing past the wagon. On seeing the two walking to gether the driver hauled up his team with a suddenness that was evidently not relished by the spirited ‘ dapple span he drove. “Hello, Margaret," he cried; “am I late? Have you walked In all the way?" “You arc just in good time,” an swered the girl, without looking to wards Yates, who stood aimlessly twirling his cane. The young woman put her foot on the buggy step and sprang lightly in beside the driver. It needed no second glance to see that he was her brother, not only on account of the family resemblance between them, but also because he allowed her to get into the buggy without offering the slightest assistance, which, Indeed, was not needed, and graciously per mitted her to place the duster that cov ered his knees over her own Isp as well. The restive team trotted rapidly down the road for a few rods until they came to a wide place In the highway, and then whirled around seemingly within an ace of upsetting the buggy, but the young man evidently knew his business and held them in with a firm hand. The wagon was jogging along where the road was very narrow, and Bartlett kept his team stolidly in the center of the way. "Hello there, Bartlett,” shouted the young man in the buggy; "half the road, you know -half the road.” “Take ItP' cried Bartlett, over his shoulder. Como, come, Bartlett, get out of the way, or I’ll run you down.” “You just try It.’’ Bartlett either had no sense of humor or his resent ment against his young neighbor smothered it, since otherwise he would have recognized that a heavy wagon w’as in no danger of being run into by a light and expensive buggy. The young man kept his tongue admirably, but he knew just where to touch the elder on the raw. His sister’s hand was placed appealingly on his arm. Ho smiled, and took no notice of her. “Come, now, you move out, or I’ll have the law on you.” The law!” raged Bartlett; “you just try it on.” “Should think you’d had enough of it by this time." “Oh! don’t, don’t, Henry," protested the girl, in distress. “There ain’t no law!” yelled Bartlett, “that kin make a man with a load move out for anything." “You haven’t any load, unless It’s in that jug." Yates saw with consternation that the jug had been jolted out from under its covering, but the happy consolation came to him that the two in the buggy would believe it belonged to Bartlett. He thought, however, that this dog-ln- the-raangor policy had gone farenough. He stepped briskly forward and said to Bartlett: "Better drive aside a little and let them pass.” “Yon ’tend to your own business!" cried the thoroughly enraged farmer. “I will,” said Yates, shortly, striding to the horses’ heads. He took them by the bits, and in spite of Bartlett's male dictions and pulling at the lines he drew them to one side so that the bug gy got by. “Thank yon!” cried the yonng man. The light and glittering carriage rap idly disappeared up the Ridge road. Bartlett sat there for one moment the picture of baffled rage. Then he threw the reins down on the backs of his patient horses and descended. “You take my horses by the head, do you, you good-fur-nuthin’ Yank? You do, eh? I like your cheek. Touch my horses an’ me a-holdin' the lines! Now, you hear me? Your traps comes right off here on the road. You hear me?” "Oh, anybody within a mile can hear you.” “Kin they? Well, off comes your pesky tent.” “No, it doesn’t." "Don’t it, eh? Well, then, you'll lick me fust, and that's something no Yank ever did, nor kin do.” “ITl do it with pleasure." “Come, come,” cried the professor, getting down on the road, “this has gone far enough. Keep quiet, Yates. NoW, Mr. Bartlett, don’t mind it. He meant no disrespect.” “Don't you interfere. You're all right, an’ I ain't got nothin' ag'ln you. But I’m goin’ to thrash that Yank within *n inch of his life; sec if I don't We met 'em in 1812, an' we fit ’em, an’ we licked ’em, an’ we can do it ag'ln. I’ll learn ye to take my horses by the head.” .. “Teach,” suggested Yates, tantaliz- ingiy. Before he eould properly defend him self, Bartlett sprang at him and grasped him round the waist Yates was some thing of a wrestler himself, but his skill was of no avail on this occasion. Bartlett’s right leg became twisted around his with a steel-like grip that speedily convinced the younger man he would have to give way or a bone would break. Ho gave way ac cordingly, and the next thing he knew ho came down on his back with a thud that shook the universe. “There, darn ye," cried the triumph ant farmer, “that’s 1812 and Quecnston Heights for ye. How do you like 'em?” Yates rose to his feet with some de liberation and slowly took off his coat. "Now, now, Yates,” said the pro fessor, soothingly, “let it go at this. You're not hurt, are yon?" he asked, anxiously, as he noticed how white the young man was around the lips. “Look here, Renmark, you’re a sensi ble man. There is a time to Interfere and a time not to. This is the time not to. A certain international ele ment seems to have crept into this dis pute. Now, you stand aside, like a good fellow, for I don’t want to have to thrash both of you.” The professor stood aside, for he re alized that when Yates called him by his last name, matters were serious. “Now; old chuckle head, perhaps you would like to try that again.” “I kin do it a dozen times, if ye ain t j satisfied. There ain’t no Yank ever rataed on pumpkin pi© that ^can stand og’in’ that grape vine twist” “Try the grape-vine once more." Bartlett proceeded more cautiously .♦bis time, ta ytm.% test young man s race ne am not quite nice. He took a catch-as-catch-oan attitude and moved stealthily in a semi-circle aronnd Yates who shitted his position constantly so as to keen facing his foe. STA TE OF BO UTH CA R0L1NA. County of Darlington. By T. H. Spain, Esq., Probate Judge. Whereas, W. C. Wilson hath made suit to me to gran* unto him Lettereof Administration of the Estate of and effects of J. H. Sparrow. These are therefore to oite and ad monish all and singular the kindred and Creditors of the said J. H. Spar row, deceased, that they be and ap pear before me or any successor in office, in the Court of Probate, to he held at Darlington, C. H. on Dec. 81 next, after publication thereof, at 11 o’clock in ttie forenoon, to show cause, If any they have, why the said Administration should not be grant ed. Given under my Hand, this H day of Dec. Anno Domini, 1894. T. H SPAIN, Dec. 80.—2t- Judge of Probate. TTARTSVILLE RAILROAD. XA June 3, 1894. MIXED TRAIN Leave “THERE, DARK TE,” CRIED THE TBI- LMTHANT FARMER. At last Bartlett sprang forward, and the next instant found himself sitting on a piece of the rock of the coun try, with a thousand humming birds buzzing in his head, while stars and the landscape around joined in a dance together. The blow was sudden, well placed and from the shoulder. "That," said Yates, standing over him, “is 1778—the revolution—when, to use your own phrase, we met ye, fit ye and licked ye. How do you like it? Now, if my advice is of any use to you, take a broader view of history than you have done. Don't confine yourself too much to one period. Study up the war of the revolution a bit." Bartlett made no reply. After sitting there for awhile until the surrounding landscape assumed its normal condi tion, he arose leisurely, without saying a word. Ho picked the reins from the hacks of the horses and patted the nearest animal gently. Then he mount ed to his place and drove off. The pro fessor had taken his seat beside the j driver, but Yates, putting on his coat and picking up his cane, strode along in front, switching off the heads of Canada thistles with his walking-stick as he proceeded. [TO BR CONTINUKD.] Specimen oases. S H. Clifford, New Cassel, Wis., was troubled with Neural gia and Rheumatism, his Stom ach was disordered, his Liver was affected to an alar “ing de gree, appetite fell away, and he was terribly reducM in flesh and strength. Three boDles of Electric Bitters curetl h n Ed ward Shepherd, Harrisbu rg,Ill., had a running sore on his leg of eight years’ standing. Used three bottles of Electric Bitters and seven boxes of Bucklen’s Arnica Salve, and his leg is sound and well. John Speaker, Catawba, O., had five large Fever sores on his leg, doctors said he was incurable. One bottle Electric Bitters and one box Bucklen’s Arnica Salve cured him entirely. Sold at Willcox & Co’s Drug store. THF BANK QF DARLINGTON, S. C. CAPITAL, — — — — $100,000. SURPLUS, — — — — $50.00o. Savings Department, Intercut allowed at rate of 5 per cent, per annum from date of depoait —payable quarterly on tne first day of January, April, July and October. Transacts a General Banking Business. DIRECTORS: W. C. Coker, J. L Coker, R. W. Boyd, J. J. Ward. E. R. Mclver, A. Nachman, Bright Williamson. BRIGHT WILLIAMSON, President. L. E. WILLIAMSON, Cashier. Brokers and Real Estate Agents. T HE subscribers, having entered into a oo-partnendiip as Real EstatoAgents and stock-lirokers, under the firm name of Ward & Michie, beg to inform the public that they are now prepared to act as agents for parties wishing to buy or sell Real es tate, stocks, &c., and that any busi ness entrusted to their care shall have their best personal attention. Twelve Building Lots, lately the Flinn property, four of them on Broad Street; see Plat. To be sold a reason able prices. Valuable farms in Florence and Darlington Counties for sale or to let, further particulars on application. For Salk, Bank of Darlington Stock, People's Bank Stock and Stock of the Darlington Manufacturing Co. Prices on application. WARD & MICHIE. Auditor's Notice. Auditor’s Office, 1 Darlington, 8. C., Dec. 1,1894. f T HIS office will be open for listing all personal property and polls of the county for Fiscal commencing Nov. 1st., 1894, and ending Oct. 31st., 1895, in accordance with the law from Jan. 1st. to Feby. 20th., 1895 inclusive excepting days named below. Tax payers will be required to make their returns in person, and subscribe to oath before me as Auditor or my de puty. All returns sen f in to this office will be received subject to my accept ance or rejection when made before any other officer qualified to adminis ter oaths. Tnxpa>ers will see that the Auditor or his deputy gives credit for any buildings destroyed or torn down since last return, and any new buildings or addition to buildings not already on tax bqoks mnattbe return ed. Make your returns as the law requires and within time prescribed by law. I am tired making efforts for relief of penalties. Meet me or my deputy at High Hill, Wednesday, Jan. 2. Swift Creek, Thursday, Jan. 8. Meehaulesville, Friday, Jan. 4. Leavenswortb, Tuesday, Jan. Antioch, Wednesday. Jan. 9. Hartsville, Thursday, Jan. 10 Ashland, Friday, Jan. 11. Stokes Bridge, Saturday, Jan. la. Lydia, Monday, Jan. 14. Cypress, Tuesday, Jan. 15. Lamar, Wednesday and Thursday Jan. 16 and 17. Philadelphia, Friday, Jan. 18. Jasper, Saturday, Jan. 19. Society Hill, Friday and Saturday Jan. 25 and 26- All male persons between the ages of 21 and 50 years are deemed taxable Polls, unless incapable of earning a support. Fifty percent penalty willbecharg ed against all personal property if not returned. W. H. LAWRENCE, Auditor, D. C. Dec 6—4t. H aving purchased the Plant of the Atlantic Phos phate Company, together with the entire stock, brands and good-will, we take this method of thanking the friends and patrons of the Chicora Fertilizer Company for their cordial support and patronage in the past, and now solicit the patronage of the Atlantic Phosphate Company, as well as the Chicora brands, guaranteeing that, under the management of the Chicora, the reputation earned by, the Atlantic brands will be fully bus ' tained. CHICORA FERTILIZER CO., Charleston, S. C. Geo. A. Wagener, General Manager. V STATE OF SOUTH CAROLINA County of Darlington. COURT OF COMMON PLKA8. H. W Owens vs. B. Ham Owens et al. Notice is hereby given that, pursu ant to an order of the Court in the above stated action, all creditors of J. W. Owens, deceased, who have hith erto proven their claims under said action, are required to re-establish said claims before me on or before the first day of January next, or else be debarred from any share or benefit in the distribotion of the funds now on hand under said action. W. ALBERT PARROTT, Clerk of Court, D. C Dec. 10. 1894. ROOFING SLATES. TjILEMING cement AND BRICK COMPANY. MASONS’ SUPPLIES, 276 East Bay, CHARLESTON, 8. C. Importers of ENGLISH T I IJPOHT3L, A.3STX>I 1 CEMENT T and dealers in Eastern and Southern Rock Lime. Kosendale Cement, N. Y. Plaster Paris, Hair, Laths, Shingles. Tiles, Bricks, Fire Clay and all Building Mater ial. ALL SIZES T. C. PIPE. BEST FULL SIZE FIRE BRICK. TKLKI’HoNK 291. Hartsville Jovann Floyd's Darlington - 6.25 am Palmetto - Florence Florence Palmetto Darlington Floyds Jovann Hartsville J. F. DIVINE. Gen. Supt. /■CHARLESTON, SUMTER AND NORTHERN RAILROAD CHARLES K. KIMBALL Recei«r. In Effect Jan. 16, 1894. NORTH. SOUTH. 9 8 P.M. P.M. Lv 4.(;0 Charleston 2.30 Ar 5.20 Pregnall’s 1.10 7.25 Sumter 11.02 8.37 Darlington 0.50 9 29 Bennettsvllle 9.00 9.62 Gibson 8.37 Ar 10.20 Hamlet 8.10 Lv P.M AM No. 9 connects at Hamlet with 8. A. L. Vestibule train fur Raleigh, Rich mond, Washington, Baltimore, Phil adelphia and New York. No 8 connects with S. A. L. Vesti bule train/row above named points. Trains run solid to and from Charles ton. C. MILLARD, Su|>eriutcndent. c. & D. and C. & S. RAILROADS. In effect June 3, 1804. MIXED TRAIN Leave Wadesboro 2.00 p m Bennett's 2.25 p u.' Morven's McFarland Cheraw.. 3.45 p in Cash’s . 4.10 pm Society Hill 4.40 j> in Dove's . 5.15 p m Floyd’s 5.30 pro Darlington 6.05 p m Palmetto Arrive Florence Leave Florence Palmetto . 8.00 a m Darlington 8.85 a m Floyd's 9.00 a m Society Hill 9 45 a m Cash's Cheraw 11.00 a m McFarland 11.40 a in Morven’s 11,55 a m Bennett’s 12.10 a m Arrive Wadesboro 12.30 a m Local Freight. Leave Darlington 4 30 p m Palmetto 4.42 p m Arrive Florence 5.00 p in Leave Florence 8.30 a m Palmetto 8 .50 a m Arrive Darlington 9 05 a in A. F. RAVENKL, President. ORTHEA8TERN RAILROAD. In effect Noy. 18,1894t SOUTH BOUND. G. I IIMIR & W1 „ Manulacturers —OF— Doors, Sasb, Blinds, JS/IOXJLIDIJSroS —AND- Building Material. ESTABLISHED 1842. CHARLESTON, S. 0. April, 2o 1898—Iy ROOFING SLATES. \ Docs This ; Hit You? The management of the Equitable Life Assurance Society in the Department of the Carolinas, wishes to se cure a few Special Resident Agents. Those who are fitted for this work 'will find this iARarfiOppoitnnity It is work, however, and those who succeed best in it possess character, mature judgment, tact, perseverance, and the respect of their community. %hink this matter over care fully. There’s an unusual opening for somebody. If it fits yon, it will pay you. Fur ther information on request. W. J. Roddey, Manager, Rock Hill, S.C. Mm Na. 85. Leave Florence 3.10 a m Lanes 4.20 a in Arrive Charleston C.10 » m No. 28. Leave Florence . 7.35 p m Kingstree 8.46 p in 1^4 lies 9.07 p m Arrive Charleston .11 13 pm No. 53. Leave Lanes 7.05 p in Arrive Charleston 8.40 p m NORTH BOUND. No. 78. . 3.35 a m Lanes 5.40 a m Kingstree 6 00 a m Arrive Florence 7.05 a u No. 32. Leave Charleston 8.55 p m Lanes 5.44 p m Kingstree 5.59 p ra Arrive Florence 6.55 p in No. 52. Leave Charleston 7.15 a m Arrive Lanes . 8.45 s. Ut No. 52 runs through to Columbia via Central R. R. of S. C. Train Nos. 78 and 14 rans via Wilson and Fayetteville—Short Line—and makes close connection for all points North. J. F. DIVINE, Gen. Supt. w ILMINGTON, COLUMBIA l AUGUSTA RALROAD. In effect June 8, 1894. SOUTH BOUND. No. 55. Leave Wilmington 3.30 p m Marion 6.21 p in Arrive Florence 7.10 p m No. 60. Leave Florence 7.25 p m Sumter 8.36 p m Leave Sumter 8.38 p m Arrive Columbia 10.00 p m No. 58. Leave Florence 3.15 a m Arrive Sumter 4 21 a m No. 62. Leave Sumter 9.58 a m Arrive Columbia 11.10 a m No. 52 runs through trom Charles ton via Central Railroad; leaving Lanes 8.48 a m, Manning 9 26 a m. NORTH BOUND. No. 51. Leave Columbit 4.30 a m Sumter... w<» . 5.53 a ni Arrive Florence. . 7.10 a m No. 50. Leave Florence 7.35 am Marion 8.16 a in Arrive Wilmington 11.00 a m No. 53. Leave Columbia... Arrive Snmter....... Leave Columbia.. Sumter...- 4.20 p m 5.43 p m No. 69. .. 5.47 p m Arrive Florence 6.65 p m No 53 runs thiougu w unarleston via central Railroad, arriving Man ning 6.21 p m. Lanes 7.05 p m, Charleston 8.40 p m. Trains on South and North Caro lina R. R., leave Atkins 9.40 a. m. and 0.80 p.m., arriving Lucknow 11.10 a. m. and 8.00 p. m. Returning leave Lucknow 6.45 a. in. and 4.20 p m„ ar riving Atkins 8.16 a. m. and 6.50 p. m. Daily except Sunday. Trains on Wilmington, Chadbourn 1 and Conway Railroad leave Chad- ; bourn at 10.10 a m, arrive at Conway ! 12.30 p m, returning leave Conway at 12:00 p. in., arrive Chadbourn 4:60 p. ! m. Leave Chadbourn 5.85 p m arrive at Hub 6 20 p. ui. Re turning leave Hub 8.15 a m, arrive at Ct-adbourn 9.00 a m. Daily exepet Sunday. JOB* T, DITUfE, G.«’l Sapt.