The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, May 02, 1907, Image 6
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ICONQUEST
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(Continued from last week.)
j CHAPTER X.
HE woke to the light of morning
amazed and foil of a strange
wonder because he did not
know what had amazed him.
A chime of bells sounded from a church
steeple across the square, ringing out
in assured righteousness, summoning
the good people who maintained them \
to come and sit beneath them or be !
taken to task, and they fell so dismal- I
ly upon Joe's ear that he bestirred him- !
self and rose, to the delight of his moo- j
grel, who leaped upon him Joyfully.
An Door later or inereaooui uie pur
emerged tfom the narrow stairway and
stood for a moment, blinking In the
fair sunshine, apparently undecided
which way to go. The church bell?
were silent There wag no breeze. The
air trembled a little with the deep pip- 1
ings of the organ across the square,
and, save for that, the town was very
quiet. The paths which crossed the ;
courthouse yard were flecked with
steady shadow, the strong young foilage
of the maples not mov^g, having
the air of observing the S&Wath with
propriety. The organ ceased to stir
the air, and all was In quiet yet a
quiet which for Louden was net peace.
Re looked at his watch and, without (
Intending It spoke the hour aloud, "A ,
quarter past 11." The sound of his
own voice gave him a little shock.
He rose without knowing why, and as
he did so tt seemed to him that he (
beard dose to bis ear another voice, a
woman's troubled and Insistent but
clear and sweet, saying: I
"Remember! Across Main street i
bridge at noon!" j
It was so distinct that he started and
looked round. Then he laughed. "I'll ,
be seeing circus parades next." His ,
laughter fled, for, louder than the ring- <
lug in his ears, unmistakably came the
strains of a faraway brass band which
had no existence on land or sea or in i
the waters under the earth. i
"Here!" he said to the mongrel. "We |
need a walk. I think. Let's you and ,
me move on before the camels turn ,
the corner." .
The music followed him to the street, j
tt-horo h<? tnrnpH wMtwnrd toward the
river, and presently as he walked on, ]
fanning himself with his straw hat, it (
faded and was gone. But the voice he (
had heard returned.
"Remember! Across Main street
bridge at noon!" it said again close to ,
his ear.
This time he did not start "All J
right," he answered, wiping his forehead.
"If you'll let me alone, I'll be !
there."
At a dingy saloon corner near the
river a shabby little man greeted him
heartily and petted the mongrel. "I'm !
mighty glad you didn't go, after all,
Joe," he added, with a brightening '
face.
"Go where, Happy?"
Mr. Fear looked grave. "Don't you
rec'lect meetln' me last night?'
Louden shook his head. "No. Did
I?'
The other's jaw fell, and his brow
corrugated with self reproach. "Well,
if that don't show what a thick bead I
am! J thought ye was all right er I'd
gone on with ye. Nobody c'd 'a' walked
straighter ner talked stralghter.
Said ye was goin' to leave Canaan fer 1
good and didn't want nobody to know '
it. Said ye was goin' to take the 'leven
o'clock through train fer the west and
told me I couldn't come to the deepo
with ye. Said ye'd had enough o' Ca- 1
naan and of everything. I follered ye
part way to the deepo, but ye turned
and made a motion fer me to go back,
and I done it because ye seemed to be
kind of in trouble, and I thought ye'd
rutber be by yerself. Well, sir. It's
one on me."
"Not at all," said Joe. "I -was all
right."
"Was ye?" returned the other. "Do
remember, do ye?"
"Almost," Joe smiled faintly.
"Almost," echoed Happy, shaking his
head seriously. "I tell ye, Joe, ef 1 was
you"? he began slowly, then paused
and shook his head again. He seemed
on the point of delivering some advice,
but evidently perceiving the snobbish- !
ness of such a proceeding, or else con- j
vinced by his own experience of the /
futility of it, he swerved to cheerful- j
ness:
"I hear the boys is all goin* to work !
hard fer the primaries. Mike says ye ;
got some chances ye don't know about. ,
He swears ye'll be the next mayor of
Canaan."
"Nonsense! Folly and nonsense, Ilap- j
py! That's the kind of thing I used to
;hink when I was a boy. But now? '
pshaw!" Joe broke off with a tired j
laugh. "Tell them not to waste their
time! Are you going out to the Beach J
this afternoon?"
The little man lowered his eyes
moodily. "I'll be near there," he said,
scraping his patched shoe up and down
the curbstone. "That feller's in town ;
ag'in."
"What fellow?"
" 'Nashville* they call him. Ed's the
name he give the hospital. Cory?him
that I soaked the night you come back
to Canaan. He's after Claudine to git
his evens with me. He's made a raise !
somewhere's and plays the spender, j
And her?well, I reckon she's tired
waltin' table at the National House,
beraetr. It was but tl>c expression 01
ber daintiness and tbe adjunct of VL
She was tall, but If Joe could hare
spoken or thought of her as "slender"
he would have been capable of ealllng
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onjieur Beiucaire," Etc.
HARPER fc. BROTHERS
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tired o' me. too. 1 got a hint that
they're gain' out to the Beach together
this afternoon."
Joe passed his hand wearily over his
aching forehead. "I understand," he
said, "and you'd better try to. Cory's
laying for you, of course. You say he's
after your wife? He must have set
about It pretty openly if they're going
to the Beach today, for there is always
a crowd there on Sundays. Is it hard
for you to see why he's doing it? It's
because he wants to make you jealous.
What for? So that you'll tackle him
again. And why does he want that?
Because he's ready for you!"
The other's eyes suddenly became
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credibly. "Ready, Is he? He better be
ready. I""That'a
enough!" Joe Interrupted
swiftly. "We'll hare no talk like that
I'll settle this for you mjself. You
send word to Claudlne that I want to
see her at my ffflce tomorrow morning,
and you?you stay away from the
Beach today. Give me your word."
Mr. Fear's expression softened. "All
right Joe," he said. "I'll do whatever
yon tell me to. Any of us '11 do
that; we sure know who's our friend."
"Keep out of trouble, Happy." Joe
turned to go and they shook hands.
"Good day, and?keep out of trouble!"
When be bad gone Mr. Fear's countenance
again gloomed ominously, and,
shaking his head, be ruml^atlvely entered
an adjacent bar through the alley
door.
The Main street bridge was an old
fashioned wooden covered one, dust
colored and very narrow, squarely
framing the fair open country beyond,
ror ine Town nau never cruweu me
river. Joe found the cool shadow In
the bridge gracious to his hot brow,
and through the slender chinks of the
worn flooring he caught bright glimpses
Df running water. When he came out
of the. other end he felt enough refreshed
to light a cigar.
"Well, here I am," he said, "across
Main street bridge, and It must be
getting on toward noon!" He spoke
almost with the aspect of daring and
immediately stood still listening. " 'Remember,'
" he ventured to repeat,
again daring?" 'remember! Across
Main street bridge at noon!'" And
again he listened. Then be (buckled
faintly with relief,- for the voice did
not return. "Thank God, I've got rid
of that!" he whispered. "And cf the
circus band too!"
A dusty road turned to the right fol
lowing the river and shaded by big
sycamores on the bank. The mongrel,
intensely preoccupied with this road,
scampered away, his nose to the
ground. "Good enough," said the
master. "Lead on and I'll come after
rAii " . ?
But he had not far to follow. The
chase led him to a half hollow log
which lay on a low grass grown levee
above the stream where the dog'h Interest
In the pursuit became vivid:
temporarily, however, for after a few
minutes of agitated Investigation be
was seized with indifference to the
whole world, panted briefly, slept Joe
Bat upon the log, which was in the
Bbac'e, and smoked.
For the first time It struck Joe that
It was a beautiful day, and it came to
bim that a beautiful day was a thing
which nothing except death, sickness or
Imprisonment could take from him, not
even the ban of Canaan. Unforewaraed
music sounded In bis ears again,
but he did not shrink from it now.
This was not the circus band he had
beard as he left the square, but a melody
like a faraway serenade at night,
as of "the horns of elf land faintly
blowing," and he closed his eyes with
the sweetness of it.
"Go ahead," he whispered. "Do that
all you want to. If you'll keep it up
like this awhile, I'll follow with 'Little
Brown Jug, How I Love Thee!' It
seems to pay after all!"
The welcome strains, however, were
but the prelude to a harsher sound
which interrupted and annihilated
thorn?the courthouse bell clanging oul
12. "All right," said Joe. "It's noon,
and I'm 'across Main street bridge.'"
He opened his eyes and looked about
him whimsically. Then be shook bis
head again.
A lady had just emerged from the
bridge and was coming toward him.
It would be hard to get at Joe's first
impressions of her. We can find conveyance
for only the broadest and
heaviest. Ancient and modern instances
multiply the case of the sleeper who
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color and fine detail, a tale of years. In
the opening and shutting of a door. So
with Joseph in the brief space of the
lady's approach. And with him, as
with the sleeper, It must have been?
In fact it was?in hts recollections later
a blur of emotion.
He had little knowledge of the millinery
arts, and he needed none to seo
the harmony?harmony like that of the
day he had discovered a little while
ago. Her dress and hat and gloT ?v> nnd
parasol showed a pale lavender overtint
like that which he bad seen overspreading
the western slope. (Afterward
he discovered that the gloves she
wore that day were gray and that her
hat was for the most part white.) The
charm of fabric and tint belonging to
what she wore was no shame to her,
not being jjf primal Importance beyond
j Der lips ~reu, iu huilu w nv?.<.
1 not have been Joe and woO have
been as far from the truth as her lips
were from red or as her supreme delicateness
was from mere slenderness.
She was to pass him?so he thought?
and as she drew nearer bis breath
came faster.
"Remember! Across Main street
bridge at noon!"
Was this the fay of whom the voice
had warned him? With that, there befell
him the mystery of last night He
did not remember, but it was as if he
lived again dimly the highest hour of
happiness in a life a thousand years
ago; perfume and music, roses, nightingales
and plucked barpstrlngs. Yes.
something wonderful was happening
to him.
ciia Vin/l otnnnw! rilrfvtlv in front Of
rors were not always made without
intention. For example, in calcu- ,
lating the number of men who were
to make up his battalions, regiments
or divisions, he always used to increase
the sum total. One can hardly
believe that in doing so he wanted
to deceive himself, but he often
thought it useful to exaggerate the
strength of his armies. It was no
use pointing out any mistake of this
kind. He refused ta admit it and
obstinately maintained his voluntary
arithmetical error. ? Memoirs
Baron de Meneval.
It Wasn't Crap*.
WTien Opic Read was editor of the
Arkansas Traveler one of the best
reporters on the paper died, and his
death was greatly mourned by the
editorial staff. A visitor' to the office
on the day of the funeral found
the editor and his staff talking
about their loss disconsolately. "It
has been a sad loss, friends," thfe
visitor said, "a sad loss indeed." He
sighed and looked about the room.
"And I am pleased to see," he went
on, "that you commemorate the
melancholy event by hanging up
crape." Opie Read frowned.
"Crape," he said. "Where do you
see any crape?" "Over there," said
the visitor, pointing. "Crape be
hanged!" said Read. "That isn't
crape. That's the office towel 1"
Squaring the Circle.
The oldest mathematical book in
the wofld, which dates some 4,000
years back and which was written in
Egypt, contains a rule for squaring
the circle. The rule given is to shorten
the diameter by a ninth, and on
the line so obtained to construct a
square. And this, though far from
I being exact, is near enough lor most
: practical purposes. Mathematicians
| We long been convinced that the
solution was impossible, but it ia
only in recent years that they were
able to demonstrate this. A German
professor named Landmanh
published in 1882 a demonstration,
which was accepted by the scientific
world as satisfactory. W
Phrenology.
Science by its anatomical spokesmen
has long since exploded the attractive
but fallacious creed of the
phrenologist. It is now well known
that nn cranium, not even that
which inclosed the mighty intellect
of Sophocles, reveals on its outer
aspect anv certain signs of the cerebral
development within it. The
inner table alone expresses in its
form the characters of its evolution.?London
Lancet.
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The 8irloin.
The term "sirloin" of beef is a
corruption of "surloin," from the
French word "surlonge," meaning
over or upper portion of the loin;
also becinise King James I., when
dining at Hoghton hall, in Lancashire,
in one of his fits of humor
said to an attendant, "Bring hither
that surloin, sirrah, for 'tis worthy
of a more honorable post, being, as
I may say, not surloin, but Sir Loin,
the noblest joint of all."
him?stopped and stood looking at him
with her clear eyes. He did not lift
his own to hers. He had long experience
of the averted gaze of women, but
It was not only tiaL A great shyness
beset bim. He bad risen and removed
his hat. trying (ineffectually) not to
clear his throat, his every day sense
urging upon him that she was a stranger
in Canaan who had lost her way?
the preposterousnesa of any one's lotting
the way in Canaan not just now ap>
pealing to his every day sense.
"Can I?can I"? he stammered,
blushing miserably, meaning to finish
with "direct you," or "show you the
way."
Then be looked at her again and saw
what seemed to him the strangest sight
of his life. The lady's eyes had filled
with tears?filled and overfilled.
"I'll sit here on the log with you,"
she said. And her voice was the voice
which be had heard saying: "Remember!
Across Main street bridge at
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(Continued next week.)
Napoleon's Arithmetic.
Napoleon used to make mistakes
in figures, absolute and positive as
arithmetic has to be. He could have
worked out the most complicated
mathematical problems, and jet he
could rarely total up a sum correct1"
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POISON IN FLOWERS. |
Certain Death Lurk* In Many of tha ,
Beautiful Plant*.
Beautiful as flowers appear to the
eye, there lurks behind their attractiveness
certain death. They may vt
be handled with impunity and their
odors enjoyed without any danger,
but let any one taste the juice pi
some of the sweetest, and with every
drop he is taking deadly poison into
his system. Even the bulbs of such
dainty flowers as the snowdrop, narcissus,
hyacinth and the jonquil are
poisonous.
The oxalis also is not a safe thingto
put between the lips, and all the
lobelias will produce dizziness and
general disease. The monk's hood
and the beautiful foxglove are noxious
affairs, from which powerful
drugs are obtained, more than a
few drops of their extracts being
usually a fatal dose.
Certain of the crocuses if eaten,
even if nothing is swallowed but the
juice, produce vomiting. The bulb
of the intricately beautiful lady's
slipper poisons externally as the
noxious ivy, dogwood and sumac.
The quaint old jack-in-the-pulpit,
although not a garden plant, is an- other
enemy to health and life, and
60 also is the marvelous Queen
Anne's lace, which now and then
will creep in through the paling
and looks so enchanting when far
and wide it embroiders field and
roadside.
The laughing little buttercup,
that might be a drop of visible sun- '
light, is by no means as innocent as
it looks. The cow in the pasture
knows enough to avoid it. That and
all its cousins, the rich, profuse
peonies, the "dazzling blue larkspurs
and the rest, are full of toxic properties.
The oleander tree that is set outdoors
when spring conies and that
lines the streets of various of our
southern cities is another hive of
deadly poison.
The superb catalpa tree, towering'
with its great leaves and its masses
of white and fragrant flowers, is a.
charming thing in the garden, but
its bark is exceedingly injurious
and the laburnum, that looks like
a fountain of gold leaping into the
sun, is poison in leaf and flower and "J
seed, and even the grass beneath it
is best thrown away when cut ine+ao/l
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Would B? a Queen.
She was eight years old and had
been reading fairy tales until she
could think of nothing elsef. One
day recently she astonished her
mother by quietly saying, "Mamma,
I'm going to run away from home .
and go to England."
"What in the world do you want
to go to England for?"
"I want to go there to become a
kitchen girl in the king's kitchen."
"Gracious!" exclaimed the mother.
"What put that idea into your
head?"
"Well, perhaps if I became a
kitchen girl some prince will see
me and marry me and make me a
princess, and then when the kingdies
I'll be a queen."
"I think," said the mother, "that
V, o /3 kftf+on lotr wmir -fa i -rxr Kortlm
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aside and help me darn these stockings."?Columbus
Dispatch.
Was a Collector Himself.
Saint-Saens while walking along
one of the Paris boulevards one afternoon
encountered a very miserable
beggar, to whom he gave 2 sons
and passed on. A wealthy Parisian
hastened up to the beggar and said,
"Here, my man, I'll give you 5
francs for those 2 sous that gentleman
just dropped in your hat."
"What's that for ?" asked the astoni?Vipd
hficrcrar. "I want them for mv
-'n ? ? *
collection. The man who gave them
to you is Saint-Saens, the poet."
"What?him?" asked the beggar,
pointing toward the fast retreating
figure of the donor. "Yes. That's
Saint-Saens." "That being the
case," returned the beggar, "I think
I'll keep the coins. I'm a collector
myself."
Not the Same Growl.
A noted woman suffrage leader
a-11-:? til;i?j
was laming in x iiiiaucijjuia auuuu
divorce. "Ill temper is at the root
of divorce," she said.- "Men and
women are not so vicious as some
people think. Impatience causes
more divorces than immorality.
When I was living in Pittsburg I
called one day on a certain married
woman. At dinner time my hostess .
rang for the maid. She said: [ ?
" 'Marv, is that Mr. Brown.downstairs
? 1 thought I heard him just }(
now/
" 'No'm/ Mary answered. 'That fjfl
wuz the dawg what wuz growling'" fl
?Minneapolis Journal. JH
Webster's Compliment. ? 9
Mr. Webster said one of xhe B
heartiest compliments ever paid him H
was by a Maine farmer for whom'
when a young man he had gone
into Maine and tried a case. As'
they left the courtroom?it is to be
presumed flushed with victory?the flH
client with flat hand struck him a | I
blow on the back that made the dust
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