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Her Letter. [Bret Harte.] I m sitting alone by the fire, Pressed Just as I came from the dnnee, In a robe even yon would admire,— It cost a cool thou -anit In France; I'm be-diamonded out of all season, My hair is done up in a cue: In short, sir, “the belle of the sea son” Is wasting an hour on you. A dozen engagements Fve broken; I left in the midst of a set: Likewise a proposal, half spoken, That waits—on the stairs—for me yet. They say he’ll be rich,—when he grows up,— And then he adores me indeed. And you, Mr, are turning your nose up, Three thousand miles off, as you read. “And how do I like my position?” “And what do I think of New York?” “And now, in my higher amoition. With whom do I waltz, flirt, or talk?” “And isn’t it nice to have riches, And diamonds and silks, and all that?” “And aren't it a change to the ditches And tunnels of Poverty Flat?” Well, yes,—if you saw us out driv ing Each day in the park, four in- hand,— If you saw poor dear mamma con triving To look supernaturally grand,— If you saw papa's picture, as tkken By Brady, and tinted at that, - You’d never suspect he sold bacon And flour at Poverty Flat. And yet, just this moment, when sitting In the glare of the giand chandel ier,— In the bustle and glitter befitting The “finest soiree of the year,”— In the mists of a gaze de Chambery, And the hum of the smallest of talk,— Somehow, Joe, I thought of the “Ferry,” And the dance that we had on •The Fork;” Of Harrison’s barn, with its muster Of flags festooned over the wall; Of the caudles that'sjied thpir soft lustre And tallow on head-dress and shawl; Of the steps that we took to one fiddle; Of the dress of my queer vis-a-vis; And how I once went down the middle With the man that shot Sandy McGee: Of the moon that was quietly sleep ing On the bill, when the time came to go; Of the few baby peaks that were peeping From under their bedclothes of snow; Of that ride,—that to me was the rarest; Of—the something you said at the gate. Ah. Joe, then I wasn't an heiress Tp “the hfrt-pfiying lead in the fM»te« Well, well, it’s all past; yet it's fun ny To think, as I stood in the glare Of fashion and beauty and money, That I should be thinking, right there, Of some one who breasted high water, And swam the North Fora, and all that, Just to dance with old Folinsbee’s flwwhtflr. 'fhe Lily of Poverty Flat. But goodness! what nonsense I m writing! (Mamma says my taste still is low,) Instead of my triumphs reciting, I'm spooning on Joseph,—heigh- ho! And I'm to be “finished” by travel,— Whatever’s the meaning of that,— On, why did papa strike pay gravel In drifting on Poverty Flat? Good night,—here's the end of my paper; Gopd night,—if the longitude plpasp,— For maybe, while wasting my taper, Your sun's climbing o\pr the trees. But know, if you haven’t got riches, And are poor, dearest Joe, and all ♦hat, That my heart’s somewhere there in the ditches. And you’ve struck it,—on Poverty Flat. tnat very day he had complained Bit terly of the commonplace ness of life. Here, at least, was a problem which would tax his sagacity to the utmost Mr. Thnddeus Sholto looked from one to the other of us with an obvious pride at the effect which his story had pro duced, and then continued between the puffs of his overgrown pipe. “My brother and I," said he, “ were, as you may imagine, much excited as to the treasure which my father had spoken of. For weeks and for months m^FOUR^ CHAPTEH IV.(Conttnuedi. The little man stopped to relight hts hookah, and puffed thoughtfully for a few momenta. We had all sat absorbed, listening to his extraordinary narra tive. At the short account of her fa ther’s death Miss Morstan had turned deadly white, and for a moment I feared that she was about to faint. She rallied, however, on drinking a glass of water which i qnietly poured out for her from a Venetian carafe upon the side table. Sherlock Holmes leaned back in his chair with an abstracted expression an.l the lids drawn low over his glittering epea As I glanced at him l could not but think how on Tint I4TT1.R MAN STOPPBP TO LIOIIT BIS HOOKA U. we dug and delved In every part of the garden, without discovering its where abouts. It was maddening to think that the hiding place was on his very lips at the moment that he died. We could judge the splendor of the missing riches by the chaplet which he had taken out. Over this chaplet my brother -Bartholomew and I had some little discussion. The pearls were evi dently of great value, and he was averse to part with them, for, between friends, my brother was himself a lit tle inclined to my father’s fault. He thought, too, that if we parted with the chaplet it might give rise to gossip, and finally bring us into trouble. It was all that I could do to persuade him to let me find out Miss Morstan's ad dress and send her a detached pearl at fixed Intervals, so that, at least, she might never feel destitute.” "It was a kindly thought," said our companion, earnestly. “It was ex tremely good of you.” The little man waved his hand dep- recatingly. “We were your trustees,” he said. “That was the view which I took of It, though Brother Bartholo mew could not altogether see It in that light. We had plenty of money our selves. I desired no more. Besides, it would have been such bad taste to have treated a young lady in so scurvy a fashion. “Le mauvais gout mene an l crime.' The French have a very neat way of putting these things. Our dif ference of opinion on this subject went so far that I thought it best to set up rooms for myself; so I left Pondicherry hxlge, taking the ojd khitmutgar and Williams with me. Yesterday, how ever, I learned that an event of ex treme importance has occurred. The treasure has been discovered. I in stantly communicated with Miss Mor stan, and it only remains for us to drive out to Norwood and demand our share. I explained my views last night to Brother Bartholomew; so we shall be expected, if not welcome, visitors.” Mr. Thaddeus Sholto ceased, and sat twitching on his luxurious settee. We all remained silent, with our thoughts upon the new development which the mysterious business had taken. Holmes was the first to spring to his feet, “Yon have done well, sir, from first to last,” said he. “It Is possible that we may be able to make you some small return by throwing some light upon that which is still dark to you. But, as Miss Morstan remarked just now, it is late, and wc had best put the matter through without delay.” 0ur new acquaintance very delib erately coiled up the tulw> of his hookah, and produced from behind a curtain a very long befrogged top coat with Astrakhan collars and cuffs. This he buttoned tightly up, in spite of the extreme closeness of the night, and finished his attire by putting on a rab bit-skin cap with hanging lappets which covered the ears, so that no part of him was visible save his mobile and peaky face. “My health is somewhat fragile," he remarked, as he led the way down the passage. "I am com pelled to be a valetudinarian.” Our cab was awaiting us outside, and our programme was evidently prear ranged, for the driver started off at once at a rapid pace. Thaddens Sholto talked incessantly, in a voice which rose high above the rattle of the wheels. "Bartholomew is a clever fellow,” said ho. ‘How do you think he found out where the treasure was? He had come to the conclusion that it was somewhere indoors; so he worked out ail the cubic space of the house and made measurements everywhere, so that not one inch should be unaccount ed for. Among other things, he found that the height of the building was seventy-four feet, but on adding to gether the heights of all the separate rooms, and making every allowance for the space between, which hs aa- peftained by borings, he could not bring the total to more than seventy feet. There were lour feet unaccount ed for. These could only be at the top of the building He kockcd a hole, therefore, in the latli-and-plaster ceil ing of the highest room, and there, sure enough, he came upon another little garret above It, which had been sealed up and was known to no one In the center stood the treasure-chest, resting upon two rafters. He lowered it throngh the hole, and there it lies He computes the value of the jewels at pot less than half a million sterling.” At the mention of this gigantic sum we all stared at one another open-eyed Miss Morstan, coaid we secure her rights, would change from a needy governess to the richest heiress in Eng land. Surely it was the place of a loyal friend to rejoice at such news; yet I am ashamed to say that selfish ness took me by the soul, and that my heart turned as heavy as lead within me. I stammered out some few halt ing words of congratulation, and then sat downcast, with my head drooped, deaf to the babble of our new ac quaintance. He was clearly a con firmed hypochondriac, and I waa dream ily conscious that he was pouring forth interminable trains of symptoms, and imploring information as to the com position and action of innumerable quack nostrums, some of which he bore about in a leather case in his pocket. I trust he may not remember any of the answers which I gave him that night. Holmes declares that he overheard me caution him against the greet danger oi taking more man two drops or cas tor oil, while I recommended strych nine in large doses as a sedative. How ever that may be, I was certainly re lieved when our cab pulled up with a jerk and the coachman sprang down to open the door. “This, Miss Morstan, is Pondicherry lodge,” said Mr. Thaddeu, Sholto, as he handed her out CHAPTER V. THK TRAOEDY OT POXDICnKRRV LODGE. It was nearly eleven o'clock when we reached this final stage of our night's adventures. We had left the damp fog of the great city behind us, and the night was fairly fine. A warm wind blew from the uifstward, and heavy clouds moved slowly across the sky, with half a moon peeping occasionally through the rifts. It was clear enough to see for some distance, but Thaddeus Sholto took down one of the side-lamps from the carriage to give ns a better light upon our way. Pondicherry lodge stood In its own grounds, and was girt round with a very high stone wall topped with broken glass. A single narrow Iron- clamped door formed the only means of entrance. On this our guide knocked with a peculiar postman-like rat-tat. “Who is there?” cried a gruff voice from within. “It is I, McMurdo. You surely know my knock by this time.” There was a grumbling sound and a clanking and jarring of keys. The door swung heavily back, and a short, decp-chested man stood in the opening with the yellov; light of the lantern shining upon his protruded face and twinkling, distrustful eyes. "That you, Mr. Thaddeus? But who are the others? I had no orders about them from my master.” “No, McMurdo? You surprise me! 1 told my brother last night that I should bring some friends.” “He Uain't been out o’ his room to day, Mr. Thaddeus. and I have no or ders. You know very well that 1 must stick to regulations. I can let you in, but your friends they must just stop where they are." This was an unexpected obstacle. Thaddeus Sholto looked about him in a perplexed and helpless manner. “This is too bad of you. McMurdo!” he said. “If I guarantee them, that is enough for yon. There is the young lady, too. She cannot wait on the pub lic road at this hour." "Very sorry, Mr. Thaddeus,” said the porter, inexorably. “Folk may lie friends o’ yours, and yet no friends o’ tlie master's. He pays me well to do my duty, and my duty I’ll da I don’t know none o’ your friends.” “Oh, yes, your do, McMardo,” cried Sherlock Holmes, genially. "I don't think you can have forgotten me. Don't you remember the amateur who fought three rounds with you at Ali son’s rooms on the night of your bene fit four years back?” “Not Mr. Sherlock Holmes!” roared the prize fighter. “God’s truth! how could I have mistook you? If instead o'standin'there so quiet you had just stepped up and given me that cross iiit of yours under the jaw, I’d ha’ known you without a question. Ah, you’re one that has wasted your gifts, you have! You might have aimed high, if you had joined the fancy." “You see, Watson, if all else fails me I have still one of the scientific profes sions open to me,” said Holmes, laugh ing. "Our friend won’t keep us out in {he cold now, I am sure." “In yon come, sir, in you come—you and your friends,” he answered. “Very sorry, Mr. Thaddeus, but orders are very strict. Had to be certain of your friends before 1 let them in.” Inside, a gravel path wound throngh desolate grounds to a huge clump of a house, square and prosaic, all plunged in shadow save where a moonbeam struck one corner and glimmered in a garret window. The vast size of the building, with its gloom and its deathly silence, struck a chili to the heart. Even Thaddeus Sholto seemed ill at ease, and the lantern quivered and rat tled in his hand. "I cannot understand it,” he said "There must be some mistake. I dis tinctly told Bartholomew that we should be here, and yet there is no light In hts window. I do not know what to make of it." “Does he always guard the premises In this way?” asked Holmes. “Yes; he has followed my father's enstom. He was the favorite son, you know, and I sometimes think that my father may have told him more than he ever told me. That Is Barthol omew’s window up there where the moonshine strikes It is onite brigb* but there U no light from within, I think.” “None," said Holmes. "But I see the glint of a light in that little win dow beside the door.” “Ah, that is the housekeeper's room. That is where old Mrs. Bernstone sits. She can tell us all about it But per haps yon would not mind waiting here for a minute or two, for If we all go In together, and she has no word of our coming, she may be alarmed. But hush! What is that?” He held up the lantern, and his hand shook nntil the circles of light flickered and wavered all round ns. Miss Mor stan seized my wrist, end we all stood with thumping hearts, straining our ears. From the great black house there sounded throng!) the silent night the saddest and most pitiful of sounds— the shrill, broken whimpering of a frightened woman. ‘It Is Mrs. Bernstone.” said Sholto. “She Is the only woman m the house. Wait here. I shall be back in a mo ment.” He hurried for the door, and knocked in his peculiar way. Wo could see a tall old woman admit him and sway with pleasure at the very sight of him. •Oh, Mr. Thaddens. sir, I am so glad yon have come! I am so glad you have come, Mr. Thaddens, sir!” We heard her reiterated rejoicings until the door was closed and her voice died away into a muffled monotone. Our guide had left us the lantern. Holmes swung it slowly round, and peered keenly at the hou e. and at the great rubbish heaps which cumbered the grounds. Miss Morstan and 1 stood together, and her hand was in mine. A wondrous subtle thing is love, for here were we two who had never seen each other before that day, between whom no word or even look of affection had ever passed, and yet now in an hour of trouble our hands instinctively sought for each other. I have marveled at it since, but at the time it seemed the most natural thing that I should go out to her so, and, as she has often told me, there was in her also the instinct to turn to me for comfort and protec tion. So we stood hand in hand, like two children, and there was peace m our heart* for all the dark thing* that surrounded us. "What a strange piacci’’ she said, looking around. “It looks as though all the moles In England had l>eon let loose In it. I have seen something of the sort on the side of a hill near Ballarat, where the prospectors had been at work.” “And from the same cause,” said Holmes. “These are the traces of treasure-seekers. You must remember that they were six years looking for it. No wonder that the ground looks like a gravelpit." At that moment the door burst open, and Thaddeus Sholto came running out, with his hands thrown forward and terror in hts eyes. “There Is something amiss with Bar tholomew!" he cried. “I am fright ened! My nerves cannot stand it.” He was, indeed, half-blubbering with fear, and his twitching, feeble face, peeping out from the great Astrakhan collar, had the helpless, appealing expression of a terrified child. "Come into the house,” said Holmes, in his crisp, firm way. "Yes, do!" pleaded Thaddeus Sholto. “I really do not feel equal to giving di rections." We all followed him into the house keeper's room, which stood upon the left-hand side of the passage. The old woman was pacing up and down with a scared look and restless, picking fingers, but the sight of Miss Morstan appeared to have a soothing effect upon her. “God bless your sweet calm face!” she cried, with a hysterical sob. "It does me good to see you. Oh, but I have been sorely tired this day!' Our companion patted her thin, work- worn hand, and murmured some few words of kindly womanly comfort which brought the color back into the other's bloodless cheeks. "Master has locked himself in and will not answer me,” she explained. “All day I have waited to hear from him, for he often like-, to be a'one; but an hour ago I feared that something was amiss, so I went up and peeped through the keyhole. You mu-t go up, Mr. Thaddens—yon must go up and look for yourself. I have seen Mr. Barthol omew Sholto in joy and in sorrow for ten long years, but I never saw him with such a face on him as that.” .Sherlock Holmes took the lamp and led the way, for Thaddeus Sholto's teeth were chattering in his head. So shaken was lie that I had to pass my hand under his arm as we went up the stairs, for his knees were trembling under him. Twice as we awended Holmes whipped his lens out of his pocket and carefully examined marks which appeared to me to be mere shapeless smudges of dust upon the cocoa-nut matting which served ns a stair-carpet. He walked slow ly from step to step, holding the lamp low. and shooting keen glance* to right and left Miss Morstan had remained be hind with the frightened housekeeper. The third flight of stairs ended in a straight passage of some length, with ■ great picture in Indian tapestry upon e right of it and three doors upon the the master of the house was seute.t ail in a heap, with his head sunk upon his left shoulder, and that ghastly, inscrut able smile upon his face. He was stiff and cold, and' had clearly been dead many hours. It seemed to me that not only his features but all his limbs were twisted anil turned in the mast fan tastic fashion. By his hand upon the table there lay a peculiar instrument, —a brown, close-grained stick, with a stone head like a hammer, rudely lashed on with coarse twine, lieside it was a torn sheet of note paper with some words scrawled upon ii Holmes glanced at It, and then handed it to me. “You see,'' he said, with a significant raising of the eyebrows. In the light of the lantern I read, with a thrill of horror: “The sign of the four.” "In God's name, what does It all mean?” I asked. “It means murder," said he, stooping over the dead man. “Ah, I expected it. THF BANK OF DARLINGTON. DARLINGTON, S. C. CAPITAL, — — SURPLUS, — — — f;ioo,ooo — loO.OOo. Savings Department, Interest allowed at rate of 5 per cent, per annum from date of deposit payable quarterly ou tne first da> of January, April, July nini October. Transacts a General Banking Business. DIRECTORS: W. C. Coker, J. L Coker, R. W. Boyd, J. J. Ward. E. R. Mclver, A. Nachman, Bright Williamson. BRIGHT WILLIAMSON, President. L. E. 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Moonlight was streaming into the room, and it was bright with a vague and shifty radiance. Looking straight at me, and suspended, as it were, in the air, for all beneath was in shadow, there hung a face—the very face of our companion Thaddeus. There was the same high, shining head, the same circular bristle of red hair, the same bloodless countenance. The features were set, however, in a horrible smile, a fixed and nnnatnral grin, which in that still and moonlit room was more jarring to the nerves than any scowl or contortion. So like was the face to that of our little friend that I looked round at him to make sure that he was indeed with us. Then I recalled to mind that he had men tioned to ns that his brother and he were twins. “This 1* terrible!" I said to Holmes. “What Is to be done?” “The door must come down,” he an swered, and, springing against it, he put all his weight upon the lock. It creaked and groaned, but did not yield. Together we flung ourselves upon It once more, and this time it gave way with a sndden snap, and we found our selves within Bartholomew Sholto’s chamber. It appeared to have been fitted up as a chemical laboratory. A double line of glass-stoppered bottles was drawn up upon the wall opposite the door, ami the table was littered over with Bunsen burners, test tubes and retorts. In the corners stood carboys of acid in wicker baskets. One of these appeared to leak or to have been broken, for a stream of dark-colored liquid had trickled out from it, and the air was heavy with a peculiarly pungent tar like odor. A set of steps stood at one side of the room, in the midst of a lit- | ter bf lath and plaster, and above them there was an opening in the c'eil- i ing largfc enough for a man to pass : through. At the foot of the steps a long eoil of rope was thrown eareles*ly together. Ry the table, in a wooden arm-chair. HE WAS STIFF AND COLD. Look here!” He poh led to what looked like a long, dark thorn stuck in the skin just above the ear. “It looks like a thorn,” said 1. “It is a thorn. You may pick it out. But be careful, for it is poisoned.” I took it up between my finger and thumb. It came away from the skin so readily that hardly any mark was left behind. One tiny speck of blood showed were the puncture had been. “This is all an insoluble mystery to me.” said I. “It grows darker instead of clearer." “On the contrary ' In answered, “it clears every instant. I only require a few missing links to have an entirely connected case.” We had almost forgotten our com panion's presence since we entered t lw> chamber. He was still standing in the doorway, the very picture of terror, wringing his hands and moaning to himself. Suddenly, however, he broke out into a sharp, qr.erulous cry. “The treasure is gone!" he said. “They have robbed him of the treasure! There is the hole through which we j lowered it. I helped him to do it. I was the last person who saw him! I | left him here last night, and I heard him lock the door as I came down stairs.” “What time was that?" “It was ten o'clock. And now he Is dead and the police Will be called in and I shall be suspected of having a hand in it. Oh, yes, I am sure I shall. But you don’t think so, gentlemen? Surely you don’t think that it was I? Is it likely that I would have brought you here if it were I? Oh, dear! oh, dear! I know that I shall go mad!" Re jerked his arms and stamped his (eet in a kind of convulsive frenzy. “You have no reason for fear, Mr. Sholto,” said Holmes, kindly, putting his hand upon his shoulder. “Take my advice and drive down to the station to report the matter to the police. Offer to assist them in every way. We shall wait here until your return.” The little man obeyed in a half- stupefied fashion, and we heard him stumbling down the stairs in the dark. 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There’s an unusual opening for somebody. If it fits you, it will pay you. Fur ther information on request. W. J. Rodcley, Manager, Rock Hill, & C. XTART8VILLE RAILROAD. June 3, 1894. MIXED TRAIN Leave Hartsville 4.80 a m Jovann Floyd’s Darlington Palmetto . 5.40 a in Arrive Florence 6.00 a m Leave Florence 9.00 p m Palmetto 9.15 pm Darlington 9.25 p in Floyds 9.45 p m Jovann . 10.00 p u. Hartsville . 10.15 pm J. F. DIVINE. Gen. Supt. — — i D. and C. & S. RAILROADS. V^# In effect June 8, 1894. MIXED TRAIN Leave. Wad**8boro .. 2.00 p m Bennett’s . 2.25 p m Morven’s M cFarlaud Cheraw . 8.45 p m (’iihIi'h .. 410pm Society Hill .. 4.40 pm Dove’s .. 5.15 p m Floyd's . 5.30 p m Darlington 6.05 pm Palmetto .... 6.20 p ra Arrive Florence Leave Florence ... 8.15 a lu Palmetto Darlington 9.15 a m Floyd’s 9.40 a in Dove's ... 9 55 a in Society Hill .. 10 85 a m Cash's Cheraw . 11.40 a m McFarland . 12.20 p m Morven’s 12,35 p m Bennett’s . 12.50 p m Arrive Wadesboro 1.10 pm Local Freight. Leave Darlington 4 30 p m Palmetto 4.42 p m Arrive Florence 5.00 p in Leave Florence 8.15 a w Palmetto . 8 40 a w Arri\ ■ Darlington . 8 55 a m A. F. RAV’ENEL, President. mj ORT H EAST ERN RAILROA D. In effect Noy. 18, 1894; SOUTH BOUND. Leave Florence N x 85. Lanes . 4.20 a in Arrive Charleston . 6.10 a m Leave Florence No. 23. Kingstree 8.46 pm Lancs . 9.07 p m Arrive Charleston ...11.13 p m Leave Lanes No. 58. . 7.05 p m Arrive Charleston 8.40 p m NORTH BOUND. Leave Charleston No. 78. Lanes . 6.30a in Kingstree 6 49 a u Arrive Florence 7.55 a m Leave Charleston No. 32. 4.80 p m i dines 6.08 p m Kingstree .. 6.23 p in Arrive Florence . 7.15 p IQ I/eave Charleston No. 52. . 7.00 a in Arrive Lanes No. 52 runs through to Columbia via Central R. R. of S. 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. Supt. vv 7ILMINGT0N, COLUMBIA * AUGUSTA RALROAD. In effect June 3,186 ., SOUTH BOUND. No. 55. Leave Wilmington. Marion Arrive Florence No. 50. I^ave Florence : Sumter Leave Sumter Arrive Columbia ... 8.38 pm No. 58. Leave Florence Arrive Sumter No. 82. Leave Sumter Arrive Columbia No. 52 run* through from Charles ton via Central Railroad; leaving Lane* 8.88 a m, Manning 9 IS a m. NORTH BOUND. No. 56. Leave Col umbit ... .... . . 4.80 am Sumter... . . . 6.48 am Arrive Florence . 8.00 a m Leave Florence 8.25 a m Marlon 9.06 a m Arrive Wilmington 11.60 am No. 68. Leave Columbia 1.26 p m Arrive Sumter 5.43 p m No. 60. Leave Columbia Sumter 6.05 p m Arrive Florence 7.15 p m No- 53 run* thiouga to caarleaton via central Railroad, arriving Man ning 6.21 p m Lanes 7.00 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. in., arriving Lucknow 11.10 a. m. and 8.00 p. m. Returning leave Lucknow 6.45 a. m. and 4.20 p m„ ar riving Atkins 8.16 a. m. and 6.60 p. m. Daily except Sunday. Trains on Wilmington, Chadbourn and Conway Railroad leave [Chad- bourn at 11.80 a in, arrive at Conway l. 45 p m, returning leave Conway at 2 30 p. in., arrive Chadbourn 4:50 p. m. Leave Chadbourn 6.85 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 ezepet Sue lay. Trains leave Pregnalts 8.80 a. m., Summerton 9.48 a. m., Sumter 10.85 a. m., Darlington 11.55 a. m„ Ben- ■ettsville 12.48 p, w., arrive Hamlet 1.40 p. m. Returning, leave Hamlet 2.10 p in., Bennettsvdle 3.00 p. m., Darlington 3.52 p. m., Sumter 5.11 p. m , Summerton 5 58 p. m.,' arrive Pregnall* 7.21 p. m. JOHN r. DIVINE, Genl Se C t.