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> Th* Society Upon The SUnieltue [Bret Harte. | I rts jje at Table Mountain, and my name U Truthful James; j am not up to small deceit, or any wilful (fames; And I’ll tell in simple langua«fe what I know about the row That broke up our society upon the gtanislow. But first I would remark, that It is not a proper plan For any scientific gent to whale his fellow-man, And, if a member don’t agree wi h his peculiar whim. To lay for that same member for to “put a head” on him. Now nothing could be finer or more beautiful to see Than the first six months’ prooeed- iugs of that same society, Till Brown of Calaveras brought a lot of fossil bones That he found within a tunnel near the tenement of Jones. Then Brown^he read a paper, and he reconstructed there, From those same bones, an animal that waa>xtremely rare: And Jones then asked the Chair for a suspension of the rules, Till he could prove that those same bones was one of his lost mules. Then Brown he smiled a bitter smile, and said he was at fault. It seemed he had been trespassing on Jones's family vault: He was a most sarcastic man, this quiet Mr. Brown, Aud on seveial occasions he had cleaned out the town. Now I hold it is not decent for a scientific gent To say another is a.i ass,—at leasti to &11 intent; Nor should the individual who hap pens to be meant Reply by heaving rocks at him to any great extent. Then Abner Dean of Angel's raised a point of order—when A chunk of old red sandstone took him in the abdomen. And hp smiled a kind of sickly smile, and cuf)ed up on the floor, And the subsequent proceedings in terested him no more. For, in lest time than I write it, every member did engage In a warfare with the remnants of a palseozoic age; And the way they heaved those fossils in their anger was a sin, Till the skull of an old mammoth caved the head of Thompson in. And this is all I have to say of these improper games. For 1 live at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James; Aud I’ve told in simple language what I know about the row That broke up our society upon the St*pi§l9ff- ^ if? xbe of Alarms. IT 10BEST lAUt ("LUIS FXaSP.”) fi CHAPTER XXL Yates had stubbornly refused to give up his search for rest and quiet, In spite of the discomfort of living in a leaky and battered tent. He expressed regret that he had not originally camped In the middle of Broadway, as being a quieter and less exciting spot an the place he had chosen, but, hav ing'made the choice, he was going to see the last dog hung, he said. Ren- mark had become less and less of a comrade. He was silent and almost as gloomy as Hiram Bartlett himself. When Yates tried to cheer him up by showing him how much worse another man’s position might be, Renmark gen erally ended the talk by taking to the woods. “Just reflect on my position,” Yates would say. “Here I am dead in love with two lovely girls, both of whom are merely waiting for the word. To one of them I have nearly committed myself, which fact to a man of my tem perament Inclines me somewhat to the other. Here I am anxious to confide in you, and yet I feel that I risk a fight RXpry time I talk about t-be complica- tlpn- Vou have no sympathy for me, Renny, when I need sympathy, and I am bubbling over with sympathy for you and you won’t have It. Now. what would you do If you were In my fix? If yon would take five minutes and show me clearly which of the two girls I really ought to marry, it would help me ever so much, for then I would be sure to settle on the other one. It Is the indecision that is slowly but surely sapping my vitality.” By this time Renmark would have pulled his soft felt hst over his eyes, and, muttering Words that would have echoed strangely in the silent halls of the University building, woj»ld plunge into the forest. Yates generally looked after his retreating figure without anger, bat with mild wonder. jtWel}, of all cantankerous cranks he 1* the worst,’! he would say, with a sigh. ‘‘It Is sad to see the temp’e of friendship tumble down about one’s ears in this way.” At their last talk of this kind Yates resolved not to discuss the problem again with the professor unless a crisis came. The crisis came in the form of Stoliker, who dropped in on Yates as the latter lay in the hammock smoking and enjoying thrilling romance belonging to the series then in vogue among brainless people, entitled “Beadle’s Dime Nov ela” The camp was strewn with these engrossing paper-covered works, and Yates had read many of them, hoping to pome across a case similar to his umu, but to the time of Stollker’s visit he had not succeeded. "Hello, Stoliker! how’s things? Got the enffs In yonr pocket? Want to have another tour across country with me?" “No. But I came to warn you. There will be a warrant out to-morrow or next day, and if I were you I would get over to the other side; but you need nevef say I told you to. Of course if they give the warrant to me I shall have to arrest you! and eUbPPffh pott ing may be done to you, stni the coun try is in a state of excitement, and yon will at least be put to some inconven ience." “Stoliker,” cried Yates, springing out of the hammock, "yon are a white man! You’re a good fellow, Stoliker, and I’m ever so much obliged. If you ever come to New York, yon call on me at the Argus office—anybody will show vou where it is-and I’ll give you the liveliest time you ever had in your life. It won’t cost you a cent, either.” ‘‘That’s all right,” said the constable. “Now, if I were you I would light out to-morrow at the latest” “I will,” said Yates. Stoliker disappeared quietly among the trees, and Yates, after a moment's thought, began energetically to pack up his belongings. It was dark before he had finished and Renmark returned. ^ ‘ Stilly," cried the reporter, cheerily, “there’s a warrant out for my arrest I shall have to go to-morrow at the latest" "What! to jail?" cried his horrified friend, his conscience now troubling him, as the parting came, for his lack of kindness to an old comrade. “Not if the court knows herself. But to Buffalo, which is pretty much the same thing. Still, thank goodness, I don’t need to stay there long. Ill be in New York before I’m many days older. I yearn to plunge into the arena once more. The still calm peaceful ness of this whole vacation has made me long for excitement again, and I’m glad the warrant has pushed me into the turmoil." “Well, Richard, I’m sorry you have to go under such conditions. I’m afraid I have not been as companionable a comrade as you should have had.” “Oh, you're all right, Renny. The trouble with you is that yon have drawn a little circle around Toronto university and said to yourself: ‘This is the world.’ It isn’t, you know. There is something outside of all that" “Every man, doubtless, has his little circle. Yours is around the Argus office.” “Yes, but there are special wires from that little circle to all the rest of the world, and soon there will be an Atlantic cable.” I do not hold that my circle is as large as yours; still, there is something outside of New York even." “You bet your life there is; and, now that you are in a more sympathetic frame of mind, It is that I want to talk with you about. Those two girls are outside my little circle, and I want to bring one of them within it Now, Ren mark, which of those girls would you choose if you were me?” The professor drew in his breath shortly, and was silent for a moment At last he said, speaking very slowly: I am afraid, Mr. Yates, that you do not quite appreciate my point of view. As you may think I have acted in an unfriendly manner, I will try for the first and final time to explain it I ■hold that any man who marries a good woman gets more than he deserves, no matter how worthy he may be. I have n nmfmind resnect for all women, and i think that your light ebatter aoout choosing between two is an insult to both of them. I think either of them is infinitely too good for you—or for me cither.” “Oh, you do, do you? Perhaps you think that you would make a much better husband than I. If that Is the case, allow me to say you are entirely wrong. If your wife was sensitive, you would kill her with your gloomy fits. I wouldn’t go off in the woods and sulk, anyhow." “If you are referring to me, I will further Inform you that I had either to go off in the woods or knock you down. I chose the lesser of two evils.” Think you could do it, I suppose? Renny, you're conceited. You're not the first man who has made such a mistake and found he was barking up the wrong tree when it was too late for anything but bandages and arnioa." I have tried to show you how I feel regarding this matter. I might have known I should not succeed. We will end the discussion. If you please.” ‘Oh, no. The discussion is just be ginning. Now, Renny, I’ll tell you what ym need. You need a good sensible wife worse than any man I know. It is not yet too late to save you, but it soon will be. Yon will be fore long grow a crust on you like a snail, or a lobster, or any other cold blooded animal that gets a shell on It self. Then nothing can be done for you. Now let me save you, Renny, be fore it is too late. Here is my proposi tion: You choose one of those girls and marry her. I’ll take the other. I’m not as unselfish as I may seem in this, for your choice will save me the worry of making np my own mind. Ac cording to your talk, either of the girls is too good for you, and for once I en tirely agree with you. But let that pass. Now, who is it to he? ‘Good God, man, do think I am go ing tc bargain with you about my future wife?” ‘That’s right, Renny. I like to hear you swear. It shows you are not yet the prig you would have folks believe. There's still hope for you, professor. Now, I’ll go further with you. Al though I cannot make up my mind WOULD LIGHT OUT TO-MOBROW AT TH* LATEST." just what to do myself, 1 can tell instantly which it the girl for yon, and thus we solve both Problems at one stroke. You need a wife who will Uke you in hand. You need one who will not put up with your who will be cheerful and who will make a man of you. Kitty Bartlett Is the girl. She will tyrannise over you just a« her mother does over the old inan. She will keep house to the queen’s taste and delight in getting vou good things to eat. Why every thing is as plain as a pike-staff. That .hows the benefit ot UU4W-Jirsr » thing. You maiYj Itnty, ana Hi mar ry Margaret. Come, let’s shake hands over it-” Yates held np his right hand ready to slap it down on the open palm of the professor, but there was no re sponse. Yates' hand eamc down to his side again, but be had not yet lost the enthusiasm of his proposal. The more he thought of It the more fitting it seemed. “Margaret is such a sensible, quiet, level-headed girl that, If I am as flip pant as you say. shs will be just the wife for me. There are depths in my character, Renmark, that you have not suspected." “Oh, you’re deep.” “I admit it Well, a good, sober- minded woman would develop the best that is in me. Now, what do you say, Renny?” “I say nothing. I am going into the woods again, dark as it is.” “Ah, well,” said Yates, with a sigh, “there’s no doing anything with you or for you. I've tried my best; that is one consolation. Don’t go away. Ill let fate decide. Here goes for a toss- up.” And Yates drew a silver half-dollar from his pocket. “Heads for Marga ret!” he cried. Renmark clinched his fist, took a step forward, then checked himself, remembering that this was his last night with the man who had at least once been his friend. Yates merrily spun the coin in the air, caught it one hand, and slapped the other over it. “Now for the turning-point in the lives of two innocent beings.” He raised the covering hand and peered at the coin in the gathering gloom. “Heads it is. Margaret Howard be comes Mrs. Richard Yates. Congratu late me, professor.” Renmark stood motionless as a statne, an object lesson in self-control. Yates set his hat more jauntily on his head, and slipped the epoch-making coin into his trousers pocket. “Good-by, old man,” ho said. “Ill see you later and tell you all the par ticulars.” Not waiting for the answer, which he probably knew there would have been little use in delaying for, Yates walked to the fence and sprang over it with one hand on the top rail. Ken- mark stood still for some minutes, then quietly gathered underbrush and sticks, large and small, lighted a fire, and sat down on a log with his head in his hands. CHAPTER XIIL Yates walked merrily down the pond whistling “Gayly the Troubadour.” Perhaps there is no moment in a man’s life that he feels the joy of being alive more keenly than when he goes to pro pose to a girl of whose favorable an swer he is reasonably sure, unless it be the moment he walks away an accept ed lover. There is a magic about a June night, with its soft velvety dark ness and its sweet mild air laden with the perfume of wood and field. The enchantment of the hour threw its spell over the young man. and he re solved to live a better life and be worthy of the girl he had chosen, or rather. that fate had chosen for him. He paused a moment leaning over the fenoe near to the Howard homestead, for he had not yet settled in his own mind the details of the meeting. He would not go in, for in that case he knew he would have to talk, perhaps for hours, with every one but the person he wished tq see. U he announced him self and asked to see Margaret alone, his doing so would embarrass her at the very beginning. Yates was nat urally too much of a diplomat to com mence awkwardly. As he stood there, wishing chance would bring her out of the house, there appeared a light in the door-window of the room where he knew the convalescent boy lay. Mar garet’s shadow formed a silhouette on the blind. Yates caught up a handful of sand and flung it lightly against the pane. Its soft patter evidently at tracted the attention of the girl, for after a moment's pause the window opened carefully and Margaret stepped quickly out and closed it, quietly standing there. ‘Margaret,’’ whispered Yates, hardly above his breath. The girl advanced toward the fence. “Is that you?” she whispered in re turn, with an accent on the last word that thrilled her listener. The accent told as plainly as speech that the word represented the one man on earth to her. “Yes,” answered Yates, springing over the fence and approaching her. Oh!” cried Margaret, starting back, then checking herself with a catch in her voice. “Yon—you startled me— Mr. Yates.” “Not Mr. Yates any more, Margaret, but Dick. Margaret, I wanted to see you alone. You know why I have cqn\e.” He tried to grasp both her hands, but she put them resolutely be hind her, seemingly wishing to retrfeat, yet standing her ground. “Margaret, you must have seen long ago how it is with me. I love yon, Mar garet, loyally and truly. It seems as if I had loved you all my life. I cer tainly have since the first day I saw yon.” “Oh! Mr. Yates, you must not talk to me like this.” “My darling, how else can I talk to you? It cannot be a surprise to you, Margaret. You must have known it long ago.” “1 did not. Indeed I did not—if you really mean it.” “Mean it? I never meant anything as I mean this. It is everything to me, and nothing else is anything. I have knocked about the world a good deal, I admit, but l never was in love before —never knew what love was until I met yon. I tell you that—” Please, please, Mr. Yates, do not say anything more. If it is really true, I cannot tell you how sorry I am. I hope nothing I have said or done has made you believe that—that—oh, I do not know what to say. I never thought you could be in earnest about any thing.” “Yon surely cannot have so mis judged me, Margaret Others have, but I did not expect it of yon. You are far and away better than I am. No one knows that better than I. I do not pretend t« be worthy of yon, but I will be a good husband to you. Any man who gets the love of a -good woman,” continued Yates, earnestly, plagiaris ing Renmark, “g«ta more than he de serves; but surely such love as mine is not given merely to be scornfully trampled under foot.” “I do not treat yonr—you scornfully. I am only sorry if what you say is true.” “Why do you say if it is true? Don t you know it is true?” “Then I am very sorry—very, wary sorry, and. I hope it is through no fault of mine. But you will soofi torgei m.i. When you return to New York—” “Margaret,” said the yonng man. bit terly, “I shall never forget you. Think what you are doing before it is too late. Think how much this means to me. If you finally refuse me you will wreck my life. I am the sort of man that a woman can make or mar. Do not, I beg of you, ruin the life of the man who loves yon.” “I am not a missionary,” cried Mar garet, with sudden anger, “if your life is to be wrecked it will be through your own foolishness, and not from any act of mine. I think it cowardly of yon to say that I am to be held respon sible. I have no wish to influence your future one way or another.” “Not for good, Margaret?” asked Yates, with tender reproach. “No. A man whose good or bad con duct depends on anyone else but him self is not my ideal of a man.” “Tell me what your ideal is, so that I may try to attain it.” Margaret was silent. “You think it will be useless for me to try?” “As far as I am concerned, yea” “Margaret, I want to ask you one more question. I have no right to, but I beg you to answer me. Are you in love with anyone else?” “No!” cried Margaret, hotly. “How dare you ask me such a question?” “Oh, it is not a crime—that is, being in love with some one else is not. I'll tell you why I dare ask. I swear by ail the gods that I shall win you, if not this year then next, and if not next, then the year after. I was a coward to talk as I did, but I love yon more now than I did even then. All I want to know is that you arc not in love with another man.” fi-rt, and as a gentle hint tnat ms pres ence is not wanted in that Immediate neighborhood. Yates recollected this with a smile as he slid off and stumbled Into the ditch by the side of the road. His mind had been so preoccupied that he had forgotten alxuit the ditch. As he waUced along the road towards the star that guided him, he remembered he hail recklessly offered Miss Kitty to the callous professor. After all, no one knew about the episode a short time before except himself and Mar garet, and he felt convinced she was not a girl to boast of her conquests Anyhow, it didn't matter. A man is ——-.1,, m««tar of himself. [TO BE CONTINUED.J A MARTYR -TO- INDIGESTION Cared by Vnlng Ayer’s Sarsaparilla Wards at Caalart to All who Suffer fram Dyspepsia. TATES MKHRILY SPUN THE COIN IN THE AIR. “I think yon are very cruet In per sisting as you do when you have had your answer. I say no. Never! never! never!—this year nor any other year. Is not that enough?” “Not for me. A woman’s ‘no’ may ultimately mean ‘yes.’” “That is true, Mr. Yates,” replied Margaret, drawing herself up ns one who makes a final plunge. “You re member the question you asked me just now?—whether I cared for anyone else? I said‘no.’ That‘no - meant‘yes.’” He was standing between her and the window, so she could not escape by the way she came. Ho saw she medi tated flight, and made as though he would Intercept her, but she was too quick for him. She ran around the 1 house, and he hoard a door open and shut. He knew he was defeated. Dejected ly he turned to the fence, climbing slowly over where he had leaped so lightly a few minutes before, and walked down the road, cursing his fate. Although he admitted he was a coward in talking to her as he did about his wrecked life, yet he knew now that every word he had spoken was true. What did the future hold out to him? Not even the incentive to live. He found himself walking to wards the tent, but, not wishing to meet Renmark in his present frame of mind, he turned and came out on the Ridge road. He was tired and broken, and resolved to stay in camp until they arrested him. Then perhaps she might have some pity on him. Who was the other man she loved? or had she merely said that to give finality to her refusal? In his present mood he pictured the worst, and Imagined her the wife of some neighboring farmer — perhaps even of Stoliker. These country girls, he said to himself, never believed a man was worth looking at unless he owned a farm. He would save his money and buy up the whole neigh borhood; then she would realize what she had missed. He climbed up on the fence beside the road, and sat on the top rail, with his heels resting on a lower one, so that he might enjoy his misery without the fatigue of walking. His vivid Imagination picturad himself as in a few years’ time the owner of a large section of that part of the country, with mortgages on a good deal of the re mainder, including the farm owned by Margaret’s husband. He saw her now a farmer's faded wife coming to him and begging for further time in which to pay the seven per cent. due. He knew he would act magnanimously on such an occasion and grandly give her husband all the tjjnc he required. Per haps then she would realize the mis take she had made. Or perhaps fame rather than riches would be his line. His name would ring throughout the land. He might become a great poli tician and bankrupt Canada with a jigid tariff law. The unfairness of making the whole innocent people suf fer for the inconsiderate act of one of them did not occur to him at the mo ment, for he was humiliated and hurt. There is no bitterness like that which assails the man who has been rejected by th« girl he adores—while it lasts. His eye wandered towards the black mass of the Howard house. It was as dark as his thoughts. He turned his head slowly around, and like a bright star of hope there glimmered up the road a flickering light from the Bart lett*’ parlor window. Althongh time had stopped as far as he was concerned, he was convinced It could not be very late, or the Bartletts would have gone to bed- it is always difficult to realize that the greatest of catastrophes are generally over in a few minutes. It seemed an age since he walked “For years, I was a martyr to indigestion, ami had alioiit given up all hope of ever finding relief, as the complaint only seemed to grow worse instead of I letter, under ordinary treatment. At last, I was induced to try Ayer’s Sarsaparilla, and 1 hereby testify _ that after using only three liot- o ties, I was cured. I can, therefore, o confidently recommend t his med icine to all similarly afflicted.’’— Franklin Beck, Avoca, la. “I am personally acquainted with Mr. Heck anil believe any statement lie may make to be true.”—W, J. Maxwell, Drug gist and Pharmacist, Avoca, la. “ I have used Ayer’s Sarsapa rilla for general debility and, as a Idood-purifier, find it does ex actly- as is claimed for it.”—S. J. Adams, Ezzell, Texas. The Only Admitted for Exhibition AT THE WORLD’S FAIR OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOQO Ayer’sr,Sarsaparilla STA TE OF SO UTU CA ROLINA. County of Darlington, In Common Pleas. Corbett & Gore, vs. J. N. Suggs & Co. Execution Against Property. By virtue of the above stated execu tion, I will sell in front of the court house* of Darlington county, State aforesaid, on the (list Monday in March next, during the legal hours of sale, ail of the right, title and in terest of the defendants in aud to the following real estate: First, a lot of land known as Low- tiler's lake, containing twenty-four h u ml red a nd seventy-eight (2478)acree, more or less, bounded by Pee Dee River and Lowt tier's lake aud lands formerly belonging to Sam H. Wilds, and eoiniiosed of three several tracts, to wit, one for sixteen hundred and sixty-eigiit acres, conveyed by Eliza beth Wragg to John D. Wiherspoon by deed dated March the 4th, 1808; one tor seven hundred and ten acres conveyed by heirs at law of Robert Ervin to John D Witherspoon by deed dated Ma, 5th, 1846; and one for one hundred acres conveyed by Mary E. Wilds to John D. Witherspoon by deed dated August 6th, 1846; Second, a tract of land containing six hundred and ten acres, more or less, bounded on the north by lands formerly of Marco and Lewenthal, east by lands of Sam. F. Ervin, south und south- west by Lowther's Lake;—the same beiug tract No. 2 ol the Hack Swamp Place, now or formerly of the Est. of 8. H. Wilds;—tlie same being lands conveyed to me by S Marco by deed of date March 21st, 1892, of Record in office of R. M. C. for Darlington coun ty in Book No. 17, Page 2;—to satisfy this and other executions now in my office. G. P. SCARBOROUGH, Feb. 12, 1895. Sheriff. TTART8VILLE RAILROAD. A ' L June 8, 1894. MIXED TRAIN Leave Hartevilie Jovann Floyd’s 5.05 a m Darlington I’almetto.. . 5.40 am Arrive Florence . 6.00 a m la'ave Floret co I’almetto Darlington .. 9.25 p m Floyds Jovann Hartsville J. F. DIVINE. Gen. Supt. pHAULESTON, SUMTER AND ^ NORTHERN RAILROAD CHARLES E. KIMBALL Receiver. In Effect Jan. 16, 1894. NORTH. SOUTH. 9 8 P.M. P.M. Lv 4.10 Charleston 2.30 Ar 5.20 Bregnall’s 1.10 7.25 Sumter 11.02 8.87 Darlington 9.60 9 29 Henuettsville 9.00 9.53 Gibson 8.37 A r 10.20 Hamlet 8.10 Lv P.M A.M No. 9 connects at Hamlet with 8. A. L. Vestibule train for Raleigh, Rich mond. Washington. Baltimore, Phil adelphia and New York. Nu 8 connects with S. A. L. Vesti bule train from above named points. Trains run solid to and from Charles ton. C. MILLARD, Superintendent. TTvrryfVffywriTTrmTTrvT I. C.*‘ D and C. & 8. RAILROADS. In effect June 8, 1894. Furniture, Wagon; Eamss, lbs, Msik Buggy and Wagon material, for sale, and repairing of same at JOHN SISKRON’S SHOPS; coffin mm and Undertakers’ supplies al ways on hand at low prices. T. C. Jeffords, Jr ’ Nov. 15—8m. Clerk’s Sales. STATE OF SOUTH CAROLINA. County of Darlington. COURT OF COMMON PLEAS. Nancy Pate, Gregg & Matthews, vs. et ai. Decree. PersuRiit to an order of court made in the above stated case, I will offer for sale in front of the court house in Darlington county, on the first Monday in March next, at the risk of the Equitable MortgageCi-mpany, of Kansas City, .Missouri, the fol lowing descril>ed real estate, to wit: All that tract, parcel or piece of land situate, lying and being in Stokes Hridge Township, in the county of Darlington, State uoove written, con taining three hundred aud fifty acres, more or less, aud bounded as follows, to wit: on the north by lands of Dor cas Pate, east by lands of J. H. Pate, south by lauds of W. U. McKenzie and west by Lynches River. Terms of sale, one-third cash, and balance in one and two years, secured by bond of purchaser and mortgage of the premises sold- Purchaser to pay for papers. W. ALBERT PARROTT, Feby. 9, 1895. Clerk. ST A TE OF SO UTH CAROLINA. County of Darlington. COURT OF COMMON PLEAS. 11. M. Sutton & Co., vs. J. C. Black- well. Execution against Property. By virtue of the above stated Execu tion to me directed, I will sell in front of the court house of Darling ton county, State aforesaid, on the first Monday in March next, during the legal hours of sale, all of the right, title and interest of the De fendant in and to the following de scribed real estate: All that certain piece, parcel or tract of laud, situate, lying and being in the county of Darlington and in the State aforesaid, containing tour hundred acres, more or less, and bounded on the north and north-east by the run of Black creek,“east by lands of W. C. Brunson, south by Mill creek, and on west by iandslof W-^M. Hunter; the same having been con veyed by deed from J. Bovd Brunson to J. C. Blackwell, January 1st, 1890, aud recorded in office of R. M. C. for Darlington county, Book No. 13, Page 79. Also, all tiie right, title and interest of the defendant of J. C. Blackwell in and to the following described tracts of land: First, a tract of land known as Lowther's Lake, containing twenty- four hundred and seventy-eight(2478) acres, more or less, bounded by Pee Dee River and Lowther’s Lake and lands formerly belonging to Samuel H. Wilds, and composed of three sev eral tracts, to wit: one for sixteen hundred and sixty-eight acres, con veyed by Elizabeth Wragg to John D. Witherspoon by deed dated March 4th., 1898; one foi seven hundred and ten acres, conveyed by heirs at law of Robert Ervin to John D. Witherspoon by deed dated May 5th, 1846: and one for one hundred acres conveyed by Mary E. Wilds to John D. Wither spoon by deed dated August 6th, 1846. Second, a tract of land containing six hundred and ten acres, more or less, bounded on north by lands formerly of Marco k Lewenthal, east by lands of Sam. F. Ervin, south and south west by Lowther’s Lake, the same being tract No 2. of the Back Swamp Place, now or formerly of the estate of S. H. Wilds;—the lame being lands conveyed to me by 8 Marco by deed of date March 21st. 1892, of record in office of R M. C. for Darlington conn ty, in Book No. 17, Page 2;—to satisfy this and other executions now in my office. G. P. SCARBOROUGH, Feb 12, 1895. Sheriff M1XED.TRAIN Leave Wadegboro 2.00 p m Bennett’s 2.25 p ir Morven’s . 2.40 p m McFarland . 2 65 p m Cheraw 8.45 p m Cash's Society Hill Dove’s 4.40 p m 5.15 pm Floyd’s 5.80 pm Darlington 6.05 p m I’almetto Arrive Florence Leave Florence . 7.85 a m Palmetto Darlington 6.35 a in Floyd’s 9.00 a in Dove’i 9 15 a m Society Hill 9 45 a m Cash’s Cheraw 11.00 a m McFarland 11.40 am Morven’s 11,65 a in Bennett’s 12.10 a w Arrive Wadesboro 12.80 a in Local Freight. Leave Darlington 4 30 p m Palmetto 4.43 p w Arrive Florence 5.00 p m Leave Florence 8.89 a m Palmetto 8.69 a m Arrive Darlington 9 05 a m A. F, RAVEN EL. President. H N ORTHEASTERN RAILROAD. In effect Nov. 18, 1894: SOUTH BOUND. No. 85. Leave Florence 8.10 a m Lanes 4.20 a m Arrive Charleston 0.10 a m No. 28. Leave Florence 7.35 p m Kiugstree 8.46 p m Iianee 9.07 p m Arrive Charleston 11-13 p m No. 58. Leave Lanes 7.05 p m Arrive Charleston 8.40 p m NORTH BOUND. No. 78. Leave Charleston 8.86 a m Lanes 5.40 am Kingstree 6 00am Arrive Florence 7.05 a a No. 82. Leave Charleston 3.55 p m Lanes 5.44 p m Kingstree 5.59 p n> Arrive Florence 6.55 p in No, 62. Leave Charleston 7.15 a m Arrive TxAriftfl. 8.45 ® QL No. 52 runs through to Colombia via Central R. R. of 8. C. Train Nos. 78 and 14 runs via Wilson and Fayetteville—Short Line—and makes close connection for all points North. J. F. DIVINE, Gen. Bnpt. AVING PURCHASED THE Plant of the Atlantic Phos phate Company, together witli I entire stock, brands and good-will, we take this method of thanking the friends and patrons of the Chicora Fertilizer Company for their cordial suppoit and patronage in the past, and now solicit the (latronage 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 sus tained. CHICORA FERTILIZER CO-, Charleston, 8. C. Geo. A. Wagener, General Manager w hopefully away from the tent. As ho looked at the light the thought struck him that perhaps Kitty was alone in the parlor. She at least would not have treated him so badly as the other girl; aud—and she was pretty, too, come to think of it. He always did like a blonde better than a brunette. A fence rail is not a comfortable seat. It is used in some parts of the country in such a manner, as to impress the sit- tjtx with the fact of its extreme dlsoom- Sheriff’s Sales. STATE OF SOUTH CAROLINA. County of Darlington. COURT OF COMMON FLEAS. Under and by virture of an execution to him directed and delivered, the Sheiiffof Darlington county will sell at public auction before the court house door at Darlington, to the high est bidder, for cash, within the legal hours of sale, on Monday, March 4, 18 '5, (salesday) all that tract of land situate in the county of Darlington State of South Carolina, containing sixty-three acres, more or less, bound ed north by lands of Mrs. Waters, east by lands of estate of Mary Shn- so j mate, South by lands of John 1) " Docs Tills | Hit You? The management of the Equitable Life Asaurance 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 Howie, west by lands of estate of Henry King, levied upon at the suit of H. J. Lee against H- G! Waters, ad ministrator of estate of W. 8. Shu mate, deceased. G. P. SCARBOROUGH, S, D. C. FOK mSPKPSIA, IQ'Ut'fcStlcn. (’.IffOrflgT*. tako ftlUV\V\ s IKON BITTEK*. Ai! dealer* keep It. SI \x'T bottle. Ueumnebj* •rado-m&rfc aud crossed red lines on wrapper* 7ILMINGTON, COLUMBIA * AUGUSTA RALROAD. In effect Jane 3,1894. SOUTH BOUND. No. 5b. Leave Wilmington 3-80 pm Marion 6.21 p in Arrive Florence 7.10 p m „ Leave Florence 7.25 p m Sumter 8.36 p m Leave Sumter :.... 8.38 p m Arrive Columbia 10.00 p in No. 68. Leave Florence 3.15 a m Arrive Sumter 4 21 a m No. OS. Leave Sumter 9.58 am Arrive Columbia 11.10 am No. 52 runs through from Charles ton via Central Railroad; leaving Lanes 8-48 a m, Manning 9 25 a m. It is work, 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 unnsual opening for somebody. If it fits yon, it will pay you. Fur- ; ther information on request. W. J. Roddey, Manager, Rock Hill, S.C. NORTH BOUND. Leave Columhif Sumter... Arrive Florence Leave Florence.... No. 51. , 4.80am . 5.53 a m . 7.10 a m No. 56. .. 7.85 a m Marion 8.16 a m Arrive Wilmington 11.00 am No. 58. Leave Columbia 4.20 p m Arrive Sumter 5.4:’. p m No. 69. ' Leave Columbia Sumter— 5.47 p m Arrive Florence 6.55 p m No- 53 runs thiouau to uuarleston 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 6.80 p. m., arriving Lucknow 11.10 a. m. and 8.00 p. m. Returning leave Lucknow 6.45 a. in. and 4.90 p. m., ar riving Atkins 8.15 a. m. and 5.50 p. m. Daily except Sunday. Trains on Wilmington, Chadbonra and Conway Railroad leave Chad- bourn at 10.10 a m, arrive at Conway 12.80 p m, returning leave Conway at 2:00 p. m.. arrive Chadbourn 4:50 p. m. Leave Chadbourn 5.85 p m arrive at Hub 6.20 p. m. Re turning leave Hub 8.15 a m, arrive at Chadbourn 9.00 a m. Daily exepet 8uc john f. divin*. e«»n s*rt.