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CHAPTER IV. Bartlett was silent for a lony time, but there was evidently something on his mind, for he communed with him self. the mutterlngs growing louder and loader until they broke the still- ness; then he struck the horses, pulled them in, and began his soliloquy over again. At last he said abruptly to the professor: “What’s this revolution he talked about?” "It was the war of independence, be ginning in 1776.” "Never heard of it. Did the Yanks fight us?” “The oolonlesfonght with England.” "What colonies?” "The country now called the United Statea” "They fit with England, eh? Which licked?” “The colonies won their independ ence.” “That means they licked us. I don’t believe a word of it. 'Pears to me I'd ’a’ heard of it; fur I’ve lived in these parts a long time.” “It was a little before your day.” “So was 181i; but my father fit in it, an' I never heard him tell of this rev olution. He’d 'a' known, I sh’d think. There’s a nigger in the fence some- wheres.” “Well, England was rather busy at the time with the French.” “Ah, that was it, was it? I’ll bet Eng land never knew the revolution was a-gotn’ on till it was over. Old Na poleon couldn’t thrash 'em. and it don't stand to reason that the Yanks could. 1 thought there was some skulldug gery. Why, it took the Yanks four years to lick themselves. I got a book at home all about Napoleon. He was a tough cuss.” The professor did not feel called upon to defend the character of Napoleon, and so silence once more descended upon them. Bartlett seemed a good deal disturbed by the news he had just heard of the revolution, and he growled to himself, while the horses suffered more than usual from the whip and the hauling back that invariably followed the stroke. Yates was some distance ahead, and swinging along at a great rate, when the horses, apparently of their own accord, turned in at an open gate-way and proceeded in their usual leisurely fashion towards a large barn past a comfortable frame house with a wide veranda in front. "This is my place,” said Bartlett, shortly. “I wish you had told me a few min utes ago,” replied the professor, spring ing off, “so that I might have called to my friend.” ‘Tin wot frettin’ about him,” said Bartlett, throwing the reins to a young ' man who eamo out of the house. Rcnmark ran to the road and shout ed loudly to the distant Yates. Yates apparently did not hear him, but some thing about the next house attracted the pedestrian's attention, and after standing for a moment and gazing to wards the west he looked around and saw the professor beckoning to him When the two men met, Yates said: “So we have arrived, have we? I say, Stilly, she lives in the next house. I saw the buggy in the yard.” “She? Who?” “Why, that good-looking girl vre passed on the road. I’m going to buy our supplies at that house, Stilly, If you have no objections. By the way, how Is my old friend 1812?” “He doesn't seem to harbor any harsh feelings. In fact, he was more troubled about the revolution than about the blow you gave him.” “News to him, eh? Well, I’m glad I knocked something into his head.” “You certainly did it most unscien tifically." “How do you mean—unscientifically?” “In the delivery of the blow. I nev er saw a mote awkwardly-delivered undercut." Yates looked at his friend in aston ishment. How should this calm, learned man know anything about underouts or science in blows? "Well, you must admit I got there Just the same.” “Yes, by brute force. A sledge hammer would have done as well. But !you had such an opportunity to do It neatly and deftly without any display of surplus energy, that I regretted to see such an opening thrown away.” “Heavens and earth, Stiily, this is the professor in a new light. What do you teach in Toronto university, any how? The noble art of self defense?” “Not exactly; but if you Intend to go through Canada in this belligerent manner I think H would be worth your while to take a few hints from me.” “With striking examples, I suppose. By Jove, I will, StiUy." 4s the two came to the house they found Bartlett kitting in a wooden rocking-chair on the veranda, looking grimly down the road. "What an old tyrant that man must be in his home!” said Yates. There was no time for the professor to re ply before they came within earshot. “The old woman's setting ont sup per," said the farmer gruffly, that piece of information being apparently as near as he could get towards invit ing them to share his hospitality. Yates didn’t know whether it was meant for an Invitation or not, but he answered, shortly: “Thanks, we won’t stay." "Speak fur yourself, please," snarled Bartlett. “Of course I go with my friend,” said Aenmark; “but we a** obliged tot the invitation." “Please yourselves." "What’s that?" cried a cheery voice 'from the Inside of the house, es a stout, rosy and very good-natured j looking woman appeared at the front | door. "Won’t stAy? Who won’t stay? I’d Ilka to see anybody leave my house Hungry when there’s a meal on the ta- Hie. And, young men, If you can get a better meal anywhere on the Ridge than what I’ll give you; why, you’re Welcome to go there next time, but this meal you’ll have here. Inside ol ten minutes. Hlxam, that's your fault. You always invite a person to dinner at ifexw moM to TCMtln with hln.1 pearedtobe quite content to let MS wife run the show. “The road’s a little | rocky in places, but It's very pleaa- aet." “Now you sit down here, and you ; here,” said Mrs. Bartlett; “and I do hope you have brought good appetites with you.” The strangers took their places, and Yates had a chance to look at the younger member of the family, which opportunity he did not let slip. It was bard to believe that she was the daugh ter of so crusty a man as Hiram Bart lett. Her cheeks Were rosy, with dim ples in them that constantly came and | went, in her incessant effort to keep from laughing. Her hair, which hung about her plump shoulders, was a love- lllram gave a guilty start afla looiceo l y golden brown. Although her dress with somrthmg of mute appeal at the was of the cheapest material, It was two men, but said nothing. neatly out and fitted; and her dainty „ *, e I! r “ir nd cont , lnued Yr ?' I white pinafore added that touch of I ^rtlett. \ou rc at my house; and, wholesome cleanliness that was so no- whatever my neighbors may say ag’in’ liveable everywhere in the house. A me, I never heart anybody complain oi; bit of blue ribbdn at her white throat and a flower of the spring just below It completed a charming picture, which “I am glad,” said the professor, In nocently, to Yates, “that you made the young lady’s acquaintance. I must ask you for an introduction.” For once in his life Yates had noth ing to sny, but he looked at his friend with an expression that was not kind ly. The latter, in answ er to Mrs. Bart- personallty of tho man from New forte. It seemed to say; “That’s ail right, but we are mon of the world. We know.” The tea dishes having been cleared away. Yates got no more glimpses of the girl through the open door. He rose from his lowly scat and strolled lett's inquiries, told how they had | towards the gate with his hands in his passed Miss Howard on tho road, and pockets. He remembered that he had forgotten something and cudgeled his •rains to make ont what it was. Ho gazed down the road at the house of how Yates, with his usual kindness of heart, had offered the young woman mrnm iBi." the lack of good victuals while I wa« £ nner POUND BARTLETT HITTING BOOKING Oil AIR. able to do the cooking. Come right in and wash yourselves, for the road be tween here and the fort is dnsty enough, even if Hiram never was taken up for fast driving. Besides, a wash is refreshing after a hot day.” There was no denying the cordiality of the invitation, and Yates, whose natural gallantry was at once aroused, responded with the readiness of a cour tier. Mrs. Bartlett led the way Into the house, but as Yates passed the fartner the latter cleared his throat with an effort, and, throwing hla thumb over his shoulder in the direc tion his wife had taken, said, in a husky whisper: “No call to—to mention the revolu tion, you know.” “Certainly not,” answered Yates, with a wink that took in the situation. “Shall we sample the jug before or after supper?” “After, if it’s all the same to you,” adding, “out in the barn.” Yates nodded and followed his friend into the house. The young mon were shown into a bedroom of more than ordinary size on the upper floor. Everything about the house was of the most dainty and scru pulous cleanliness, and an air of cheer ful comfort pervaded the place. Mrs. Bartlett was evidently a housekeeper to be proud of. Two large pitchers of cool soft water awaited them, and the wash, as had been predicted, was most refreshing. “I say,” cried Yates, “it’s rather cheeky to accept a man's hospitality after knocking him down.” “It would be for most people, but I think you underestimate your cheek, os you call it.” “Bravo, Htillyl You're blossoming out. That’s rapartee, that is. With the accent on the rap, too. Never you mind. I think old 1812 and I will et-1 along all right after this. It doesn’t seem to bother him any. so I don’t see why it should worry mo. Nice mother ly old ladv, Isn’t she?" “Who? 1812?” “No; Mrs 1812. I’m sorry I compli mented you on your repartee. You’ll get conceited. Remember that what In the newspaper mah Is clever, in a grave professor is rank flippancy. Let’s go down.” The table was covered with a cloth as white and spotless as good linen can well be. The bread was genuine home made, a term so often misused in the cities. It was brown as to crust and flaky and light as to interior. Tho but ter, cool from the rock cellar, was of a lovely golden hue. The sight of the well-loaded table was most welcome to the eyes of hungry travelers. There was, as Yates afterwards remarked, “abundance and plenty of It.” “Come, father,” cried Mrs. Bartlett, as the young men appeared, and they heart the rocking-chair creak on the a more critical and less susceptible man than Yates might have contemplated with pleasure. Miss Bartlett sat smilingly at one end of the table, and her father grimly at the other. The mother sat at the side, apparently looking on that position as one of vantage for commanding the whole field and keeping her husband i and-her daughter both under her eye. hospitalities of the hay rack. The teapot and cups were set before persons at the table were much re the young woman. She did not pour j w * lon out the tea at once, but seemed to be waiting instructions from her mother, j That good lady was gazing with some sternness at her husband, he vainly en- | deavoring to look at the ceiling or any- j where but at her. He drew his open [ hand nervously down his face, which | -- - was of unusual gravity even for him comforts of home and live in this ex- Finally he cast an appealing glance at pose^ manner, If^theywero^notcoro- his wife, who sat with her hands folded " * “ " " kf * ’ on her lap, but her eyes were unrelent* “*o, no; thank you,” gasued the bot. Two much relieved tulk turned to tho tent. It wus young Hiram who brought about this boon. He was interested in the tent, and he wanted to know. Two things seemed to bother the boy. First, he was anxious to learn what diabolical cause had been at work to induce two apparently sane men to give up the “ANDTHIffW HT DAUGHTER.” veranda in prompt answer to the sum- fflona. "This U my son, gentlemen,” said Mrs. Bartlett, Indicating a young man who stood in a non-committal attitude near the corner of tho room. The pro fessor recognised him as the person who had taken charge of the horses when his father came home. There was evidently something of his father’s demeanor about the young man, who awkwardly and silently responded to the recognition Of the strangers, “And this is my daughter,” continued the good woman. “Now, what might your names be?” "My name U Yates, and this la my friend, Prof. Renmark, of T’ronto,” pronouncing tha name of the fair city In two syllables, as is, alas! too often done. The professor bowed, and Yates oordially extended his hand to the young woman. “How do you do, Miss Bartlett?” He said. “I am happy to meet you.” The girl smiled very prettily, and said she hoped they had a pleasant trip out from Fort Erie. “Oh, we had,” said Yates, looking for a moment at his host, whose eyes were on the tablecloth. Bad who am ing. After a moment's hopeless irreso lution, Bartlett bent his head over his plate and murmured: “For what we are about to receive, oh, make us truly thankful. Amen.” Mrs. Bartlett echoed tho last wort, having also bowed her head when she saw surrender In the troubled eyes of her husband. Now, it happened that Yates, who had seen nothing of this silent struggle of the eyes, being exceedingly hungry, was making every preparation for the energetic beginning of the meal. He had spent most of his life In hotels and New York boarding houses, so that if he ever knew the adage “Grace be fore meals" he had forgotten it In the midst of his preparations came the devout words, and they came upon him as a stupefying surprise. Although naturally a resourceful man, he was not quick enough this time to cover his confusion. Miss Bartlett's golden head was bowed, but out of the corner of her eye she saw Yates’ look of amnzed bewilderment and his sudden halt of surprise. When all heads were raised the young girl’s still remained where it was. while her plump shoulders quivered. Then she covered i‘.er f..oe with her apron, and the silvery ripple of a laugh came like a smothered musical chime trickling through her fingers. “Why, Kitty!” cried her mother, in astonishment, “what ever Is the mat ter with you?” The girl could no longer restrain her mirth. “You'll have to pour out the tea, mother!” she exclaimed, es she fled from the room. “For the land's sake!” cried the as tonished mother, rising to ( take her frivolous daughter's place, “what ails the child? I don't see what there is to laugh at.” Hiram scowled down the table, and was evidently also of the opinion that there was no occasion for mirth. The professor was equally in the dark. “I am afraid, Mrs. Bartlett,” said Yates, “that I am the innocent cause of Miss Kitty's mirth. You see, madam, it's a pathetic thing to say, but really I have had no home life. Although I attend church regularly, of course," he added, with jaunty mendacity, “I must confess that I haven’t heard grace at meals for years and years, and—well, I wasn't just prepared for it. I have no doubt I made an exhibition of myself which your daughter was quick to see.” “It wasn't very polite,” said Mrs. Bartlett, with some asperity. “I know that,” pleaded Yates, with contrition, “bat I assure you it was un intentional on my part.” “Bless the man!” cried his hostess. "1 don’t mean you. I mean Kitty. But that girl never could keep her face straight. She always favored me more than her father.” This statement was not difficult to believe, for Hiram, at that moment, looked as if he had never smiled in his life. He sat silent throughout the meal, but Mrs. Bartlett talked quite enough for two. “Well, for my part," she Baid,“I don't know what farming's coming to. Henry Howard and Margaret drove past here this afternoon as proud as Bunch in their new-covered buggy. Things is very different from what they was when I was a girl Then a farmer's daughter had to work. Now Mar garet's took her diploma at tho ladles’ college, and Arthur he’s begun at the university, and Henry's sporting round in anew buggy. They have a piano there, with the organ moved out into the back room.” ‘The whole Howard lot’s a stuck-up set,” muttered the farmer. Bpi Mrs. Bartlett Wouldn’t have that. Any detraction that was necessary she felt competent to supply without help from the nominal head of tho house. “No, I don’t go so far as to say that. Neither would you. Hiram, if you hadn't lost your law-suit about the line fence; and served you right, too, for it wouldn’t have been begun if I had been at home at the time. Not but what keeper, for she wouldn't be her moth er's daughter if she wasn't that, but it does seem to me a queer way to bring up farmers' children, and I only hope they can keep it up. There were no pianos nor French and German in my young days.” “You ought to hear her playl My landst” cried young Bartlett, who spoke for the first time. Uls admiration for her accomplishment evidently went beyond his powers of expression. Bartlett hlmseif did not relish the turn the conversation had taken, and he looked somewhat uneasily at the two young strangers. The professor’s eountenance was open and frank. and ho was listening with respectful interest to Mrs. Bartlett’s tall* Yates bent over his plate with flashed face, and confined himself strictly to the business pellet! to do so. Second, he desired to Und out why people who had the privi lege of living in large cities came of finger, as If it were a metallic opera- the Howards, which naturally brought to his recollection his meeting with the young girl in the road. There was a pang of discomfiture in this thought, when he remembered the accomplish ments attributed to her by Mrs. Bart lett. He recalled his condescending tone to her, and recollected Ids anxiety about the jng. The jug! That was what he had forgotten. Ho flushed a glance at old Hirara. and noted that the farm er was looking at him with something like reproach in his eyes. Yates moved his head almost imperceptibly to wards the barn, and the farmer's eyes dropped to tho floor of the veranda. The young man nonchalantly strolled past the end of the house. “I guess I'll go to look after the horses,” said the farmer, rising. “Here's looking at you,” said Yates, strolling into the barn, taking a tele scopic un tal cup from his pocket and clinking it into receptive shape by a Jerk of the hand. He offered the now elongated enp to Hiram, who declined any such modem improvement. “Help yourself la that thing. The jug’s good enough for me.” “Three fingers" of the liquid gurgled out into tho patented vessel, and the farmer took the jug after a furtive look over his shoulder. • “Well, here’s luck,” And tho news paper man tossed t.ff tho potion with the facility of long experience, shut ting up the dish with his thumb and Brokers and Real Estate Agents. T HF, subscribers, having entered into a co-partnership as Real Estate Agents and stock-brokers, under the firm name of Ward 4 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, A'c., and that any busi ness entrusted to their care shall have their best personal attention. Twelve Building Lots, lately the Flinn property, fourof them on Broad Street; see Plat. To be sold a reason able prices. Valuable farms in Florence und Darlington Counties for sale or to let, further particulars on application. For Balk, Bank of Darlington Stock, People’s Bank Stock and Stock of the Darlington Manufacturing Co. Prices on application. WARD 4 MICHIE. tlieir own accord Into the uninteresting country anyhow. Even after explana tions were offered the problem seemed still beyond him. After the meal they all adjourned to the veranda, where the air was cool and tho view extensive. Mrs. Bartlett would not hear of the young men pitch ing the tent that night. “Goodness knows, you will have enongh of it, with the rain and the mosquitoes. Wo have plenty of room here, and you will have one comforta ble night on the Ridge, at any rate. Then in the morning you can find a place in the woods to suit you, and ray boy will take an ax and cut stakes for you and help to put up your precious tent. Only remember that when it rains you are to come to the house, or you will catch your deaths with cold and 'rheumatism. It will be very nice till the novelty wears off; then you arc quite welcome to the front rooms upstairs, and Hiram can take the tent ba^k to Erie the first time he goes to town.” Mrs. Bartlett had a way of taking things for granted. It never seemed to occur to her that any of her rulings might be questioned. Hiram sat gaz ing silently at the road as If all this was no affair of his. Yat«s had refused a chair and sat on the edge of the veranda with his baek against one of the pillars in such a position that ho might, without turn ing his head, look through the open doorway into tho room where Miss Bartlett was busily but silently clear ing away the tea things. The young man caught fleeting glimpses of her ns she Inoved airily about her work. Ho drew a cigar from his case, cut off tho end with his knife and lit a match on the sole of his boot, doing this with an easy automatic familiarity that re quired no attention on his part, all of which aroused the respectful envy of young Hiram, wlm sat on a wooden chair, leaning forward, eagerly watch ing tho man from New York. “Have a cigar?”* said Yates, offering the case to young Hiram. "No, no; thank you,” gasped the boy, aghast at the reckless audacity of the proposal “What’s that?” cried Mrs Bartlett. Although she was talking volubly to the professor, her maternal vigilance never even nodded, much less slept. “A cigar? Not likely! I’ll say this for my husband and my boy, that, what ever else they may have done, they have never smoked nor touched a drop of liquor since I've known them, and —please God—they never will." “Oh. I guess it wouldn’t hurt them," said Yates, with alack of tact that was not habitual. Ho fell several degrees in the estimation of his hostess. “Hurt 'em?” cried Mrs. Bartlett, In dignantly. “I guess It won’t get a chance to.” She turned to the profes sor, who was a good listener—respect ful and deferential, with little to say for himself. She rocked .gently to anil fro as she talked. Her husband sat unbendingly silent , in a sphinx-like attitude that gave no outward indication of his mental un easiness. He was thinking gloomily that it would be just his luck to meet Mrs. Bartlett, unexpectedly, on the streets of Fort Erie, on one -of those rare occasions when he was enjoying the pleasures of sin for a season. He had tho most pessimistic forebodings of what the future might have in store for him. Sometimes when neighbors or customers treated often in the vil lage, and he felt he had taken all tho whisky that cloves- would conceal, he took a five-cent cigar instead of a drink. He did not particularly like the smoking of it, but there was a cer tain devil-may-care recklessness In go ing down the street with a lighted cigar In his teeth, which had all the more fascination for him, because of its manifest danger. He felt at these times that he was going the pace, and that it Is well our women do not know ,of all the wickedness there is in this hat. The farmer drank silently from the jug Itself. Then ho smote In the cork with his open palm. “Better bury it in the wheat bln," ha said, morosely. “The boy might find it if ye put it among the oats—feed in’ tha horses, ye know.” “Mighty good place,” assented Yates, as the golden grain flowed In a wave over tho submerged Jar. “I say, old man, you know the spot; you’ve been hero before.” Bartlett's lowering countenance in dicated resentment at the imputation, but he neither affirmed nor denied. Yates strolled out of the barn, while THF BANK OF DARLINGTON. DARLINGTON, S. C. CAPITAL, — — — — |100,000. 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When Mrs. Bartlett resumed conver sation with the professor, Yates looked np at young Hiram and winked. The boy flushed with pleasure under the comprehensiveness of that wink. It included him In the attractive halo of arimu that enveloped the fuaclaatUuj h; phate 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 Cbicora Fertilizer Company for their cordial support and patronage in the past, and now solicit the patronage of the Atlantic Phosphate Company, &s well as the Cbicora brands, guaranteeing that, under the management of the Cbicora, the reputation earned by the Atlantic brands will be fully sus tained. CHICORA FERTILIZER CO., Charleston, 8. C. Geo. A. Wagener, General Manager. Leave Wadesboro 2.00 p m Bennett’s 2.25 p it Morven’s McFarland Cheraw 3.45 p m Cash's . 4.10 pm Society Hill 4.40 p m Dove's . 3.15 pm Floyd’s 5.30 pm Darlington 6.05 p m Palmetto Arrive Florence Leave Florence . 7.35 a m Palmetto . 8.00 a m Darlington * 8.85 a m Floyd’s 3.00 a m Dove’s . 9 15 a m Society Hill 9 45 a m Cash’s . 10.15 a m Cheraw 11.00 a m McFarland 11.40 a m Morven’s 11,65 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 m Leave Florence 8.30 a m Palmetto 8.50 a m Arrive Darlington 9 05 a m A. F. RAVENEL, President. N ORTHEASTERN RAILROAD. In effect Noy. 18, 1894; (j. i HMtiR & UV1 „ Manutacturers —OF— Doors, Sash, Blinas, 2^0X7 Ia3DI3STOS —AND- Building Material. ESTABLISHED 1842. CHARLESTON, 8. 0. April, 2o 1898—iy SOUTH BOUND. No. 35. Leave Florence 8.10 a m . Lanes 4.20 a m Arrive Charleston..^ C.10 a m No. 23. Leave Florence 1.35 p m Kingstree 8.46 p m Dines 9.07 p m Arrive Charleston 11.13 p m No. 53. Leave Lanes 7.05 p m Arrive Charleston 8.40 p m NORTH BOUND. No. 78. Leave Charleston — 3.85 a in Lanes 5.40 am Kingstree 6 00 a m Arrive Florence 7.05 a a No. 32. Leave Charleston 8.55 p m Lanes 5.44 p hi Kingstree 5.69 p in Arrive Florence 6.55 p in No. 52. Leave Charleston 7.15 a m Arrive Lanes 8.45 » m No. 52 runs through to Columbia via Central U. R. of S. C. Train Noe, 78 and 14 rqns via Wilson and Favetteville—Short Line—and makes close connection for all point* North. J. F. DIVINE, Gen. Supt. ROOFING SLATES. TjtLEMING CEMENT ^ AND BRICK COMPANY. MASONS’ SUPPLIES, 276 East Bay, CHARLESTON, 8. C. Importers of ENGLISH | jJFORTIL, AJCTPI J CEMENT | and dealers in Eastern and Southern Rock Lime, Rosendale Cement, N. Y Plaster Paris, Hair, Laths, Shingles. Tiles, Bricks, Fire Clay and all Bnilding Mater ial. ALL SIZES T. C. PIPE. BEST FULL SIZE FIRE BRICK. TKIiFFHONK 291. Does This Hit Yon? 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 iARareOprtoiiity It is7iwr£, however, and those ■who succeed best in it possess character, mature judgment, tact, perseverance, and the respect of their community. Think this matter over care fully. There’s an unusual opening for somebody. If it fits you, it will pay you. Fur ther information on request. W. J. Roddey, Manager, Rock Hill, & C. itMMMMtMWI VY ILMINGTON, COLUMBIA 4 AUGUSTA RALBOAD. In effect June 3,1894. south bound. No. 55. Leave Wilmington 3.30 pm Marion 6.21 p m Arrive Florence 7.10 p m No. 50. Leave Florence 7.25 p a 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. 59. Leave Sumter 9.58 am Arrive Columbia 11.10 am No. 53 runs through from Charles ton via Central Railroad; leaving Lane* 8.48 a m, Manning 9 35 a m. north bound. Leave Colnmbic .... Sumter.... mm Arrive Florence. Leave Florence Marion Arrive Wilmington.., Leave Columbia Arrive Snmter No. 51. .. 4.80am • . 6.58 a u . 7.10 am No. 56. ...... 7.36 am ...... 8.16 a m 11.00 am No. 58. ..... 4.20 p m .... 5.48 p m No. 59. Leave Colombia. Snmter.... Arrive Florence.. ....... 5.47 p m 6.56 p m No. 58 runs thiougn tu uoarleeton via central Railroad, arriving Man ning 6.21 p a Lone* 7.05 p m. Charleston8.40 pm. Trains ou South and North Caro lina R. R., leave Atkins 9.401 6.30.p. m., arriving Lucl m. and 8.00 p. m. Ret Lucknow 6.45 a. tn. and riving Atkins 8.15 a. m. Daily except Sunday. Trains ou Wilmir and Conway Rail bourn at 10.10 a tn.