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Dow's Fist.
[Bret Hartb]
DoWb Flat. That’s its name.
And I reckon that yon
Are a stranger? The same?
Well, I thought It was true,—
For thar is n’t a man on the river as
can't spot the place at first view.
It was called after Dow,—
Which the same was an ass,—
And as to the how
Thet the thing kem to pass,—
Jest tie up your boss to that buckeye,
and sit ye down here in the grass:
You see this 'yer Dow
Hed the worst kind of luck;
He slipped up tomehow
On each thing thet he struck
Why, ef he’d a straddled thet fence-
rail the derned thing ’ed get up
and buck.
He mined on the bar
Till he couldn’t pay rates;
He was smashed by a car
When he tunnelled with Bates;
And right on the top of his trouble
kem his wife and five kids from
the States.
It was rough,—mighty rough;
But the boys they stood by.
And they brought him the stuff
For a house, on the sly;
And the old woman,—well, she did
washing, and took on when no
one was nigh.
But this yer luck of Dow’s
Was so powerful mean
That the spring near his house
Dried right up on the green;
And he sunk forty feet down for wa
ter, but naiy a drop to be seen.
Then the bar petered out,
And the boys wouldn’t stay;
And the chills got about.
And his wife fell away;
But Dow, in his well, kept a peggin’
in his usual ridikilous way.
One day,—it was June,—
And a year ago, Jest,—
This Dow kem at noon
To his work like the rest,
With a shovel and pick on his should
er, and a derringer hid in his
breast.
He goes to the well,
And he stands on the brink,
And stops for a spell
Jest to listen and think:
For the sun in his eyes, (jest like this,
sir!) you see, kinder made the cuss
blink.
His f,wo ragged gals
In the gulch were at play,
And a gownd that was Sal’s
Kinder Happed on a bay: '
Not much for a man to be leavin’, but
his all,—as I’ve heer’d the folks
say.
And— That’s a peart boss
Thet you've got,—ain’t it now?
What might be her-fcost?
Eh? Ohl—Well, then, Dow—
Let’s see,—well, that forty foot grave
wasn't his, sir, that day, anyhow.
For a blow of his pick
Sorter caved in the side,
Apd he looked and turned sick,
'j'hpp he trembled and cried.
For you see thedern cuss had struck
—“Water?”— Beg your parding,
young man, there you lied!
®w hk yOlU) 111 lilt? vjt
And it ran all alike;
And I reckon five oughts
Was the worth of that strike;
And that house with the ooopilow's
his’n,—which the same isn’t bad
for a Pike
’ihet’s why it’s Dow's Flat:
And the thing of it is
That hp kinder got that
Through sheer contrairipess;
For’t was water the derned cuss was
seekin’, and his luck made him
certain to miss.
Thet’s so. Thar’s your way
To the left of yon tree;
But—a—look h’yur, say?
Won't you come up to tea?
No? Well, then the next time you’re
passin’; and ask after Dow,—and
thet's me.
*FOU R.
CHAPTER in.
IK QUEST or A SOLUTION.
It was half-past five before Holier a
returned, lip was bright, pager au<l
in excellent spirits—a mood which in
his case alternated with fits of the
blackest depression.
“There is no great mystery in this
matter," he said, taking the cup of tea
which I had poured out for him. ‘‘The
facts appear to admit of only one ex
planation.”
“What! you have solved It already?"
“Well, that will be too much to say
I have discovered a suggestive fact,
that is all. It Is, however, very sug
gestive. The details are still to be add
ed- I have Just found, on consulting
the back ftlea of the Times, that MaJ.
Sholto, of Upper Norwood, late of the
Thirty-fourth Bombay infantry, died
Upon the 28th of April, 1882.”
‘T may be very obtuse, Holmes, but
I fail to see what this suggests."
“No? You surprise me. Look at It
in this way, then- Capt Morstan dls-
•Ppears. TTie only person In London
whom he could have visited is Muj
bhulto. Maj. Sholto denies having
beard that he was in London. Four
years later Sholto dies. Within a week
°f his death Capt. Morstan’s daughter
deceives a valuable present, which is re
peated from year to year, and now cul
minates in a letter which describes her
*s a wronged woman. What wrong
can it refer to except this deprivation
°f her father? And why should the
Presents begin immediately after
bholto’s death, unless it is that Sholto’*
heir knows something of the mystery,
* n d desires to make compensation?
Have you any alternative tneory wnicn
will mc-« the facts?"
“But what a strange compensation!
And L. struugely made! Why, too,
should he write a letter now, rather
than six years ago? Again, the letter
speaks of giving her justice. What
justice can she have? It Is too much
to suppose that her father is still alive.
There is no other Injustice in her case
that you know of."
“There arc difficulties; there are
certainly difficulties,” said Sherlock
Holmes, pensively. “But our expedi
tion of to-night will solve them* all.
Ah, here is a four-wheeler, and Misa
Morstan is inside. Are you all ready?
Then wc had better go down, for it is
• little past the hour.”
I picked up my hat and my heaviest
stick, but 1 observed that Holmca took
his revolver from his drawer and
slipped It into his pocket. It wasclear
that he thought that our nlpht’s work
might be a serious one.
Miss Morstan was muffled In a dark
cloak, and her sensitive face was com
posed, but pule. She must have been
more than womnn If she did not feel
some uneasiness at the strange enter
prise upon which wc were embarking,
yet her self-control was perfect, and
she readily answered the few addition
al questions which Sherlock Holmes
put to her.
Maj. Sholto was a very particular
friend of papa’s," she said. “Ills let
ters were full of allusions to the major.
He and papa were In command of the
troops at the Andaman Islands, so they
were thrown a great deal together. By
the way, a curious paper was found In
papa's desk which no one could under
stand. I don’t suppose that It Is of the
slightest importance, but 1 thought
you might care to see It, so l brought
it with me. It Is here.”
Holmes unfolded the paper careful
ly and smoothed It out upon his knee.
He then very methodically examined
It all over with his double lens.
“It Is paper of native Indian manu
facture," he remarked. "It has at some
time been pinned to a board. The dia
gram upon it appears to be a plan of
part of a large building with numer
ous halls, corridors, and passages At
one point is a small cross done in red
Ink, and above It is ‘3.37 from left,’ in
faded pencil-writing. In the left-hand
corner Is a curious hieroglyphic like
four crosses In a line with their arms
touching. Beside It is written, in very
rough and coarse characters, ‘The sign
of the four, —Jonathan Small, Mahomet
Singh, Abdullah Khan, Dost Akbar.’
No, I confess that I do not see how
this bears upon tho matter. Yet it Is
evidently a document of Importance.
It has been kept carefully In a pocket-
book: for the one side Is as clean as the
other."
“It was In his pocketbook that we
found it.”
“Preserve It carefully, then, Miss
Morstan, for It may prove to be of use
to us. I begin to suspect that this mat
ter may turn out to be much deeper
aqd more subtle than I at first sup-
pc,sed. I must reconsider my Ideas."
lie loaned hack In the cab, and I could
see by h!- ’r.iwn brow and his vacant
eye that he was thinking Intently.
Miss Morstan and I chatted In an un
dertone about our present expedition
and its possible outcome, but our com
panion maintained his Impenetrable re
serve until tho end of our journey.
It was a September evening, and not
yet seven o’clock, but the day had been
a dreary one, and a dense drizzling fog
lay low upon the great city. Mud-
colored clouds drooped sadly over the
muddy streets. Down the Strand the
lamps were but misty splotches of dif
fused light which threw a feeble cir
cular glimmer upon the slimy pave
ment. The yellow glare from the shop-
windows streamed out Into the steamy,
vaporous air, and threw a murky,
shifting radiance across the crowded
thoroughfare. There was to my mind
ing eerie and ghost-like in the
endless~phll'I l i | *»hm of faces which fiitted
across these narrovv'rtOTjcs_of light—sad
faces and glad, haggard~~aim-Lp}j:rry.
Like all human kind, they flitted from'
the gloom into the light, and so back
into the gloom once more. 1 am not
subject to impressions, but the dull,
heavy evening, with the strange busi
ness upon which we were engaged,
combined to make me nervous and de
pressed. | pould sec from Miss Mor
■.tap's manner that she was suffering
from tho same feeling Holmes alone
could rise superior to petty Influences.
He held his open notebook upon his
knee, and from time to time he jotted
down figures and memoranda in the
light of his pocket lantern.
At the Lyceum theater the crowds
were already thick at the side en
trances In front a continuous stream
of hansoms and four-wheelers were
rattling up, discharging their cargoes
of shirt-fronted men and licshawled,
bediamonded women We had hardly
reached the third pillar, which was our
rendezvous, before a small, dark, brisk
man in the dress of a coachman ac
costed ns.
"Are you the parties who come with
Miss Morstan?” he asked.
•‘1 am Miss Morstan. and these two
gentlemen are my friends,” said she.
He tient a pair of wonderfully pene
trating and questioning eyes upon us.
“You will excuse me, miss,” he said,
with a certain dogged manner, “but I
was to ask you to give me your word
that neither of your companions Is a
police officer." „ ,
“I give you my word on that, she
answered. ,. . _
He gave a shrill whistle, on which a
street Arab led across a four-wheeler
and opened the door The man who
had addressed us mounted to the box,
while we took our places inside. We
had hardly done so before the driver
whipped up his horse, and wc plunged
away at a furious pace
foggy streets.
The situation was a curious one.
were driving to an unknown pl“ c «, ° n
an unknown errand \et ourmviU-
tion was either a complete hoax
which was an inconceivable hypo hesis
i h'H goo<l reason to think
that i .—rtnn. issues might hang upon
our journey Miss Morstan’s demeanor
i collected as ever.
was never at rauit,
muttered the names
herlock Holmes
'vover. and he
as the cab rattled through squares and
in and out by tortuous by-street*.
"Itochoster row," said ha “Now
t lucent square. Now wo come out on
the Vauxhall Bridge road. Wc arc
making for the Surrey side apparently.
^ es, I thought so. Now we are on the
bridge. You can catch glimpses of the
river."
We did indeed get a fleeting view of
a stretch of th Thames with the lamps
shining upon the ! road, silent water;
but our cab dashed on, and was soon
foetorily among ourselves, without any
interference. Nothing would anuoy
Brother Bartholomew more than any
publicity.” He sat down upon a low
settee and blinked at us inquiringly
with his weak, watery blue eves. „
“For my part,” said Holmes, “what
ever you may choose to say will go no
further."
I nodded to show my agreement.
“That is well! That Is well!” said he’
“May I offer you a glass of Chianti,
Miss Morstan? Qr of Tokay? I keep
no other wines. Shall I open a flask?
No? Well, then, I trust that you have
Involved In a labyrinth of streets upon no objection to tobacco smokt?, to the
the other side.
"Wordsworth road," said my com
panion. “Priory road. Lark Hall
lane. Stockwell place. Robert street
Cold Harbor lane. Our quest does not
appear to take ns to very fashionable
regions"
We had, indeed, reached a question
able and forbidding neighborhood.
Long lines of dull brick houses were
only relieved by the coarse glare and
tawdry brilliancy of public houses at
the corner. Then came two rows of
two-storied villas, each with a fronting
of miniature garden, and then again in
terminable lines of new staring brick
buildings—Jhe monster tentacles which
the giant city was throwing out Into
the country. At last the cab drew up
at the third house in a new terrace.
None of the other houses were inhab
ited, and that at which we stopped was
as dark as its neighbors, save for a sin
gle glimmer in the kitchen window*
THE SAHIB AWITS TOU."
On our knocking, however, the door
was instantly thrown open by a Hindoo
servant clad in a yellow turban, white,
loose-fitting clothes, and a yellow sash.
There was somethinir strangely incon
gruous in this oriental figure framed In
the commonplace doorway of a third-
rate suburban dwelling house.
“The sahib awaits you,” said he, and
even as he spoke there came a high
piping voice from some inner room.
“Show them in to me. khitmutgar,” it
cried. “Show them straight in to me."
through the
We
was as resolute and _
cheer and a u.use her
Afghanistan; but. to tell the truth'
wi myLlf so excited at our situation
.i cur iou8 as to our destination
that my stories were slightly involve^
To this day she declares that I told
Jne moving anecdote as to ho-mu,
seemed to be irolwr * vety long WW,
CHAPTER iv
THE STORY OF THE BALD-HEADED MAN.
Wo followed the Indian down the
sordid and common passage, ill lit and
worse furnished, until he came to a
door upon tho right, which he threw
open. A blaze of yellow light streamed
out upon us, and in the center of the
glare there stood a small man with
a very high head, a bristle of rod
hair all round the fringe of it, and
a bald shining scalp, which shot
out from among It like a mountain
peak from fir trees. He writhed his
hands together as ho stood, and his
features were in a perpetual jerk, now
smiling, now scowling, but never for
an instant in repose. Nature had given
him a pendulous Up, and a too visible
line of yellow and irregular teeth,
which ho strove feebly to conceal by
constantly passing his hand over the
lower part of his face. Id spite of his
obtrusive baldness, he gave the impres
sion of youth. In point of fact he hod
just turned his thirtieth year.
“Your servant. Miss Morstan,” he
kept repeating iu a thin, high voice.
“Vopr servant, gentlemen. I’ray step
into nuNJittle sanctum. A small place,
miss, but fBqrnished to ray own liking.
An oasis of nrtYJn the howling desert of
South London.” . ' Sk
Wo were all astonished by the ap
pearance pf the apartment Into which
be inviteil pa in that sorry house it
looked as ont of place as a diamond of
the first water in a setting of brass.
The richest and glossiest of curtains
and tapestries draped the walls, looped
back here and there to expose some
richly mounted painting or Oriental
vase. The carpet was of amber and
black, *o soft and so thick that the
foot sank pleasantly into it, as Into a
bed of moss. Two great tiger-skins
thrown athwart it increased the sug
gestion of eastern luxury, as did a
huge hookah which stood upon a mat
in the corner. A lamp In the fashion of
a silver dove was hung from an almost
invisible golden wire in the center of
the room. As it burned it filled the air
with a subtle and aromatic odor.
“Mr. Thartdcns Sholto,” said the little
man, still jerking and smiling. “That
is my name. You are Miss Mors tap, of
course. And these gentlemen—”
“This is Mr. Sherlock Holmes, and
this Dr. Watson."
“A doctor, eh?" cried he, much ex
cited. “Have yon your stethoscope?
Might I ask you—would you have the
kindness? I have grave doubts as to
my mitral valve, if you would be so very
good. The aortic I may rely upon, but
I should value your opinion upon the
mitral.”
1 listened to his heart as requested,
but was unable to find anything amiss,
save indeeil that he was in an ecstasy
of fear, for he shivered from head to
foot. “It appears to be normal,’ I
said. “Yon have no cause for uneasi
ness."
You will excuse my anxiety, Miss
Morstan," he remarked, airily. “I am
a great sufferer, and I have long had
suspicions as to tliat valve. I am de
lighted to hear that they are unwar
ranted. Had your father. Miss Mor
stan, refrained from throwing a strain
upon his heart he might have been
alive now."
I could have struck the man across
the face, so hot was I at this callous
and off hand reference to so delicate a
■batter Mis* Morstan sat down sue
her face grew white to tho lips
know in ray heart that he was dead,
said she.
"I can give you every information,
said be, “and, what is more, I can do
you justice; and I will, too, whatever
Brother Bartholomew may say. I am
so glad to have your friends here, not
only as an escort to you, but also as
witnesses to what I am about to-do and
sav. The three of us can show a bold
front to Brother Bartholomew. But let
us have no outsiders—no police or offi
cials. We can settle everything, satla-
mild balsamic odor of the eastern to
bacco. I am a little nervous, and I find
my hookah an invaluable sedative."
He applied a taper to the great bowl,
and the smoke bubbled merrily through
the rose water. We sat all three In a
semicircle, with our heads advanced,
and our chins upon our hands, while
the strange, jerky little fellow, with
his high, shining head, puffed uneasily
in the center.
“When I first determined to make
this communication to you,” said he,
“I might have given yon my address,
but I feared that you might disregard
my request and bring unpleasant peo
ple with you. I took the liberty, there
fore, of making an appointment in such
a way that my man Williams might be
able to see you first. I have complete
confidence in his discretion, and he had
orders, If he were dissatisfied, to pro
ceed no further in, tho matter. You
will excuse these precautions, but I am
a man of somewhat retiring, and I
might even say refined, tastes, and
there is nothing more unmsthctic than
a policeman. I have a natural shrink
ing from all forms of rough material
ism. I seldom come in contact with
the rough crowd. I live, as you see,
with some little atmosphere of ele
gance around me I may call myself a
patron of the arts. 11 is my weakness.
The landscape is a genuine Carot, and,
though a connoisseur might perhaps
throw a doubt upon that Salvator Rosa,
there cannot be the least question about
the Bougocreau. I am partial to the
modern French school.”
"You will excuse me, Mr. Sholto,"
said Miss Morstan, “but I am hero at
your request to learn something which
you desire to tell me. It is very late,
and I should desire the interview to be
as short as possible.”
“At the best it must take some time,”
he answered; “for we shall certainly
have to go to Norwood and see Brother
Bartholomew. We shall all go and try
if we can get tho better of Brother
Bartholomew. He is very angry with
mo for taking tho course which has
seemed right to me. I had quite high
words with him last night. You can
not imagine what a terrible fellow he
is when he is angry.”
“If wc are to go to Norwood it would
perhaps be as well to start at once,” I
ventured to remark.
He laughed until his ears were quite
red.
"That would hardly do,” he cried. “I
don’t know what ho would say if I
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*
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Judge—“Your nge, Miss?”
Miss Elder—“Thirty-two.”
•Judge (to secretary) — “Put
down born in 1832.”—Fliegende
Blatter.
“THAT WOULD HARDLY DO, HE CRIED
brought you In that sudden way. No,
I must prepare yon by showing you
how we all stand to’each other. In the
first place, I must tell vou that there
are several points in the story of which
I am myself ignorant. 1 eau only lay
the facts licfore you as far as 1 know
them myself." f,
“My father was, as ybt.'asjv hj/
guessed, Maj. John Sholto, once of tlie^
Indian army, lie retired some eleven
years ago. and came to live at Pondi
cherry lodge in Upper Norwood, lie
had prospered In India, and brought
back with him a considerable sum of
money, a large collection of valuable
curiosities and a staff of native serv
ants. With these advantages he bought
himself a house and lived in great lux
ury. My twin brother Bartholomew
and I were the only children.
“1 very well remember the sensation
which was caused by the disappear
ance of Capt. Morstan. We read the
details In the papers, and, knowing
that he had been a friend of our fa
ther's, wo discussed the ease freely in
his presence. He used to join in our
speculations as to what could have hap
pened. Never for an Instant did we
suspect that he had the whole secret
hidden in his own breast—that of all
men he alone knew the fate of AHhur
Morstr- n. •
We did know, however, that some
mystery—some positive danger—over
hung our father, lie was very fearful
of going out alone, and he always em
ployed two prize fighters to act as por
ters at Pondicherry lodge. Williams,
who drove yon to-night, was one of
them He was once light-weight eham-
pion of England. Our father would
never tell us what it was that he feared,
but he had a most marked aversion to
men with wooden legs. Ou one occa
sion he actually fired his revolver at a
wooden-legged roan, who proved to be
a harmless tradesman canvassing foi
orders. We had to pay a large sum to
hush the matter up. My brother and I
used to think this a mere whim of my
father's, but events have since led us
to change onr opinion.
“Early in 1882 my father received a
letter from India which was a great
shock to him. lie nearly fainted at the
breakfast table when ho opened it, and
from that day he sickened to his death.
What was in the letter wo could never
discover, but I could see as he held it
that it was short and written In a
scrawling hand. He had suffered for
years from an enlarged spleen, but he
now became rapidly worse.and towards
the end of April we were Informed that
he waa beyond all hope, and that he
wished to make a last communication
to us.
"When we entered his room he was
propped up with pillows and breathing
heavily. lie besought us to lock the
door and to come upon either side of
the bed. Then, grasping our tu-nds, he
I mads a remarkable statement to W18
Headache, Electric Bitters has
proved to be the very best. It
effects a permai
the most dreaded habitual sick
headaches yield to its influence.
We ur(;e all who are afflicted to
should have been hers. And.Vc-t Thave P rOCU 1 re a , bo . tU > ? n(, T K iv0 thi !
made no use of it myself—so blind and l^niody a fair tnaK In C&S6S of
foolish a thing is avarice. The mm | habitual constipation, Electric
feeling of possession has been so dear ; Bitters Cures by giving Uie need-
tome that I could not bear to share it ed tone to the I'OWels, and few
with another. Sec that chaplet tipped
with pearls beside the quinine bottle?
Even that I could not bear to part
with, although I had got It out with
the design of sending It to her. You,
my sons, will give her a fair share of
the Agra treasure. But send her noth
ing—not even the chaplet—until I am
gone. After all, men have been as bad
as this and have recovered.
“ T will tell you how Morstan died,’
he continued. ‘He had suffered for
years from a weak heart, but he con
cealed it from everyone. I alone knew
it. When in India, he'and I, through a
remarkable chain of circumstances,
came into possession of a considerable
treasure. I brought It over to Eng
land, and on the night of Morstan’s ar
rival he came straight "Pver here to
claim his share. He walked over from
the station, and was admitted by my
faithful old Lai Chowdar, who is now
dead. Morstan and I h’ad a difference
of opinion as to the division of the
treasure, and we came to heated words.
Morstan had sprung ont of his chair in
a paroxysm of ang. r, when he sudden
ly pressed his hand to his side, his face
turned a dusky hue, and he fell back
wards, cutting his head against tho
corner of the treasure-chest. When I
stooped over him I found, to my horror,
that ho was dead.
“ ‘For a long time I sat half dis
tracted, wondering what I should do.
My first impulse was, of course, to
call for assistance; but I could not but
recognize that there was every chi:nee
that I would be accused of his murder.
His death at the moment of a quarrel,
and the gash in his head, would be
bladk against- me. Again, an official
inquiry could not bo made without
bringing out some facts about the
treasure, which I was particularly
anxious to keep secret. He had told
me that no soul upon earth knew
where he had gone. There seemed to
be no necessity why any soul ever
should know.
“ T was still pondering over the mat
ter, when, looking up, I saw my serv
ant, Lai Chowdar, In the doorway.
He stole In, and bolted tho door liohind
him. “Do not fear, sahib," he said.
“No one need know that you have
killed him. Let us hide him away,
and who is the wiser?" “I did not
kill him," said I. Lai Chowdar shook
his head, and smiled. “I heard it all,
sahib,” said he. “1 heard you quarrel,
and I heard the blow. But my lips
are sealed. All are asleep in the house.
Let us put him away together." That
was enough to decide me. 1 f my own
servant could not believe my inno
cence, how could I hope to make It
good before twelve foolish tradesmen in
a jury box? Lai Chowdar and I dis
posed of the body that night, and
within a few days the London papers
were full of the mysterious disappear
ance of Capt. Morstan. You will see
from what I say that I can hardly be
blamed in the matter My fault lies in
the fact that we concealed, not
only the body, but also the
treasure, and that I have clung
to Morstan’s share as well as to
my own. I wish you, therefore, to
make restitution. 1’ut your ears down
to my mouth. The treasure is hidden
in—’ At this instant a horrible change
came over bis expression; his eyes
stared wildly, his jaw dropped, and he
yelled in a voice. I can never forget:
‘Keep him out! For Christ's sake keep
him out!' We both stared round at the
window behind us upon which hts gaze
was fixed. A face was looking in at us
out of the darkness. We could see the
whitening of tho nose where it was
pressed against the glass. It was a
hnir y fnc<?. with wild, cruel
c y c s an A an \pression of concentrated
malevolence. brother and I rushed
awards tf ...the man was
a voice which was broken as muen oy
emotion as by pain. I shall try and
give It to you in his own very words.
“ *1 have only one thing,’ he said,
■which weighs upon mv mind at this .
supreme moment It is my treatment effects a permanent cure and TTARTSVILLE RAILROAD.
of p«x)r Morstan’s orphan. The cursed * I "■ J , “' 1 —1 —- 1 - , " r “ > "
greed which has been my besetting sin
through life has withheld from her
the treasure, half at least of which
June 3, 1894.
MIXED TRAIN
Leave Hartsville 4.30 a m
Jovaun 4.45 a m
Floyd’s 5.05 a m
Darlington 5.25 a m
Palmetto 0.40 am
Arrive Florence t’.OO a m
Leave Florence 8.50 p in
Palmetto 0.05 p m
Darlington 0.25 p m
Floyds 0.45 p m
Jovaun 10.00 pn.
Hartsville 10.15 pm
J F. DIVINE. Gen. Supt.
The sooner you begin to fight
the fire, the more easily it may
be extinguished. The sooner
you begin taking Ayer’s Sarsa
parilla for your blood disease,
the easier will be the cure. In
both cases, delay is dangerous,
if not fatal. Be sure you get
Ayer’s and no other.
If you feel weak
and all worn out take
BROWN'S IRON BITTERS
SRDVES
\ gone- '* r op^ed a-VMny father
h* • ijj head bad ->ulse had
-yto
beat-
PHARLESTON, SUMTER AND
NORTHERN RAILROAD
CHARLES E. KIMBALL Receiver.
NORTH.
SOUTH.
Lv
9
P.M.
4.10
Charleston
8
P.M.
2.30 Ar
5.20
Pregnall’t
1.10
7.25
Sumter
11.03
8.37
Darlington
9.50
I) 20
Henuetteville 9.00
".52
Gibson
8.37
Ar
10.20
Hamlet
8.10 Lv
P.M
A.M
N<>. 1* connects at Humlet with S. A.
L. Vestibule train fur Raleigh, Kiclv
mnnd, Wiishiii-loo, 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. & 8. RAILROADS.
In effect June 8, 1894.
MIXED TRAIN
Leave Wadesboro
2.00 p m
Bennett’s
2.25 p tr
Morven’s
McFarland
.. 2 55 p m
Cheraw
3.45 p m
Cash’s
. 4.10 pm
Society Hill
4.40 p m
Dove’s
. 5.15 pm
Floyd’s
5.30 p m
Darlington
6.05 p m
Palmetto
Arrive Florence
Leave Florence
Palmetto
. 8.00 a m
Darlington
8.35 a m
Floyd’s
9.00 a m
Dove’s
. 9 15 a m
Society Hill
. 9 45 a m
Cash’s
Cheraw
11.00 a m
McFarland
11.40 a m
Morven’s
11.55 a in
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
8.80 a m
Palmetto
8 50 a in
Arrive Darlington
9 05 a m
A. F. RAVEN EL, President.
ceaseu ,
“We scarener , 'i
but found no sign
that just under the win
footmark was visible In the flowe'
But for that one tn.jo, we might have
thought that our imaginations had con
jured up that wild, fierce face. We
soon, however, had another and more
striking proof that there were secret
agencies at work all around us. The
window of my father's room was found
open in the morning, his cupboardsand
boxes had been rilled, and upon his
chest was fixed a torn piece of paper
with the words ‘The sign of the four'
scrawled across it. What the phrase
meant, or who onr secret visitor may
have been, we never knew. As far as
we can judge, none of my father's
property had been actually stolen,
though everything had been turned
out. My brother and I naturally asso
ciated this peculiar incident with the
fear which haunted my father during
his life; but it is Htill a complete mys-
terv to us."
[TO BK CONTINUED.J
Truly Astonishing. — Miss
Annette N. Moen, Fountain,
Minn., says: “Ayer’s Cherry
Pectoral Jias had a wonderful
effect in curing my brother’s
children of a severe and dan
gerous cold. It was truly as
tonishing how speedily they
found relief after taking this
preparation.”
Miss Waltzer—“Let us have
another round befoie the music
stops.” Young dancer (gener
ously, but absent mindedly)—
“Er—certainly—on me, this
time.”—Brooklyn Life.
Bucklen’s Arnica Salve.
The Best Salve in,the world
for Cuts, Bruises, Sores. Ulcers,
Salt Rheum, Fever Sores, Tetter,
Chapped Hands Chilblains,
Corns, and all Skin Eruptions,
and positively cures Piles, or no
pay required. It is guaranteed
to give perfect satisfaction, or
money refunded. Price 25 cents
per box. For sale at Willcox &
Go’s drugstore.
TASTELESS
CHILL
TONIC
13 JUST A8 GOOD FOR ADULTS.
WARRANTED. PRICE 50 cts.
Galatia, Ills., Nov. 16,1893.
Paris Medicine Co., 8t. Louis, Mo.
Gentlemen:—We sold last year, 600 bottles of
GROVE'S TA8TELEN8 CHILL TONIC and haro
bought three gross already this year. In all our ex
perience of 14 years, in the drug business, have
uch universal satis-
never sold an article that gave sue]
faction as your Tonic.
ours truly,
▲SNAY, CARS &C0-
XKTORTHEASTERN RAILROAD,
i. v In effect Noy. 18, 1894;
SOUTH BOUND.
N a. 85.
Leave Florence 3.10 a m
Lanes 4.20 a m
Arrive Charleston C.10 a m
No. 23.
Leave Florence 1.85 p m
Kingstree 8.40 p m
Iiunes 9.07 p m
Arrive Charleston 11.18 p m
No. 63.
Leave Lanes 7.05 p m
Arrive Charleston 8.40 p m
NORTH BOUND.
« No. 78.
Leave Charleston 3.35 a m
Lanes 6.40 am
Kingstree 6 00 a m
Arrive Florence 7.05 a u
No. 32.
Leave Charleston 8.55 p m
Lanes 5.44 p IB
Kingstree 5.59 p ro
Arrive Florence 6.55 p in
No. 52.
Leave Charleston 7.15 a m
Arrive Lanes 8.45 » it
No. 52 runs through to Columbia
via Central R. R. of S. C.
Train Nos. 78 and 14 runs via Wilson
uiul Fayetteville—Short Lino—and
makes close connection for all points
North.
J. F. DIVINE. Gen. Supt.
for sale by <T. A.. BOYID-
H A.VING
■vPJant
PURCHASED THE
of the Atlantic Phos
phate Cortlpati-jy-together with the
entire stock, brands and’^w>a J rfmV,'
we take this method of thanking the
friends and patrons of the Chicora
Fertilizer Company for their cordial
support and patronage in the past,
and now solicit the patronage of the
Atlantic Phosphate Company, as well
as the Chicora brands, guaranteeing
that, under the management of the
Chicora, the reputation earned by
the Atlantic brands will be fully sus
tained.
CHICORA FERTILIZER CO.,
Charleston, 8. C.
Geo. A. Wagener, General Manager.
Mfv-
Does This i
Hit You?
The management of the
Equitable Life Assurance
Society in the Department of
the Carolinas, wishes to se
cure a few Special Resident
Agents. Those who are fitted
for this work will find this
A Rare Opportunity
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 unusual
opening for somebody. If iv
fits yon, it will pay you. Fur
ther information on request.
W. J. Roddey, Manager,
Rock Hid, S. C.
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7ILMINGTON, COLUMBIA i
AUGUSTA RALROAD.
In effect June 3, 1894.
SOUTH BOUND.
55.
Leave Wilmington —
Marion .6.21 p nr
Arrive Florence
No. 50.
Leave Florence
7.25 p u»
Sumter
8.36 p m
Leave Sumter
Arrive Columbia
No. 58.
I«ave Florence
Arrive Sumter
No. 52.
Leave Sumter
Arrive Columbia
No. 52 runs through from Charles
ton via Central Railroad; leaving
Lanes 8.48 a m, Manning 9 25 a m.
NORTH BOUND.
No. 51.
L»6av6 Columbk '*'>•
. 4.30 a m
Sumter...
. 5.53 am
Arrive Florence
. 7.10 a m
No. 56.
Leave Florence
.. 7.35 a m
Marion
Arrive Wilmington
No. 58.
Leave Columbia
.. 4.20 p m
Arrive Sumter
. 5.43 p m
No. 59.
Leave Colombia
•• •••****•**••
Sumter
Arrive Florence
... 6.55 p m
No 53 runs tluougu to ciiarle«ton
via central Railroad, arriving Han-
niug 6.21 p m. Lanes 7.05 p m,
charleston 8.40 p in.
Trains on South and North Caro
lina R. K., leave Atkins 9.40 a. m. and
6.30 p. m., arriving Lneknow 11.10 a.
m. and 8.00 p. m. Returning leave
Lucknow ti.45 a. m. and 4.20 p m., ar
riving Atkins 8.15 a. m. and 5.50 p. in.
Daily except Sunday.
Trains on Wiliuingtod, Cha Ibourn
and Conway Railroad leave Chad-
bourn at 10 10 a m, arrive at Conway
12.30 p m, returning leave Conway at
2:00 p. w., 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. Dally exepet
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