The Darlington news. (Darlington, S.C.) 1875-1909, January 03, 1895, Image 3
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
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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
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the farmer went through a small door
way that led to the stable. A moment
later he heart Hiram calling loudly to
his son to bring the pails to water the
horses.
“Evidently preparing an alibi,”
said Y’ates, smiling to himself, as he
sauntered towards the gate.
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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 books must be return
ed. Make vour returns as the law
requires and within time prescribed
by law. 1 am tired making efforts for
relief of penalties. Meet me or my
deputy at
High Hill, Wednesday, Jan. 2.
Swift Creek, Thursday, Jan. 8.
Mechanicsville, Friday, Jan. 4.
Leuvensworth, 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 Thursdav,
Jan. 16 and 17.
Philadelphia, Friday, Jan.TBT
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 Will be charg
ed against all personal property if not
returned.
W. H. LAWRENCE,
Auditor, D. C.
Dec 6—4t.
NORTH.
SOUTH.
Lv
9
P.M.
4.10
Charleston
8
P.M.
2.30 Ar
5.20
Pregnall’s
1.10
7.25
Sumter
11.02
8.87
Darlington
9.60
.
9 29
Bennettsville 9.00
9.52
Gibson
8.87
Ar
10.30
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 8. A. L. Vesti
bule train from above named points.
Trains run solid to and from Charles
ton.
C. MILLARD, Superintendent.
C & D. and C. 4 S. RAILROADS.
• In effect June 3, 1894.
MIXED TRAIN
FOR DYSPEPSIA,
irtivertiim, ini' i Stomiu'li fllRoniera, take
B:'.mv:. s iron uittkks.
All dealers koeu 9, FI per bottle. Gemitnehaa
Inslu-uiurK u.iil erased ted lincaou wrapper.
world. He did not fear that any neigh-
H feS ! bor might tell his wife, for there were
Margan s g I depths to which no person could con
vince Mrs. Bartlett he would descend.
But he thought with horror of some
combination of circumstances that
might bring his wifiitotown, unknown
to him, on a day when he indulged.
He pictured, with a shudder, meeting
Ker unexpectedly on the uncertain
plank sidewalk of Fort Erie, he smok
ing a cigar. When this nightmare
presented itself to him, he resolved
never to touch a cigar again; but he
■well knew that the best resolutions
fade away when a man is excited with
two or three glasses of liquor.
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.