The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, October 25, 1917, Image 9
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5. INCF
1. COMMUNITY
Get together and pull tog*
of live, determined bueim
petty selMnterost, and wc
good, will put thla town e
there. Pull together to n
tive. Pull together and I
realize that in the develi
sources, in promoting n
making better schools, li
| up te lints methods of m<
lose other wmy of cemmi
j pert unities right in the *o
of uoofulneae such as oas
1 BETTER
Ignorance tends to pevt
grime. The majority of
inals In oriP county Jail a
vents crime. It oeets lew
cation and start him on a
coet later en to give him
committing a crime; ant
factory. We want our tot
aa can be found In the I
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Jp Early and Go
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[MUNITY CO-O]
tEASED FARM
CO-OPERATION
*her. A BOOSTERS' CLUB
*s inm, who will lay aside
>rk together for the general
a the map, and R will stay
take our town more attracting
our boys and girls to
jpment of our national retore
scientific farming, in
i building better roads, in
irchandising, and In countinlty-bulldtng,
there are opM
ham? tawn" for a career
i net be found dWONw.
(SCHOOLS
irty and poverty tend* to
the laantoMtan and crimoe
ttlttorofee. Educetlon pro.
i to ptve a boy a pood eduaooful
career than It would
a trial and execute him for
I the result la more satison
to have aa pood schools
tata.
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lirlwiad of T1
> to Bed Late, but You
te rind Will Never Forg
111 Be Given Tremei
PERATION
PRODUCTION
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BE A BOOSTER
It Isn't Your TownIt's
YOU
If you want to live In the kind of a
town
Like the kind of a town you like,
You needn't slip your olothee in a grip
And atari on a long, long hike.
Youti only And what yeu left behind,
For there's nothing that*s really new,
Ife a knock at yourself when yeu
knock your town.
It ien*t your town?ifs YOU.
Real towns are net made by men
afraid
Lest somebody else gets ahead.
everyone vorlts and nobody
ahirkn,
Yeu oaa raise a town from the dead.
And If, while yeu make your personal
stake
Your neighbor oan make one too,
Your foam wfll be what yeu want to
M#f
It lent your town Hfi YOU!
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Quality A
Price Alwc
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Lilt; imuvj
Men know that
are advertised j
coast to coast?i
that these clothe
claim.
They also know
as every other m
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Clotl
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satisfaci
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Will Have Had a
let It
idous Emphasis:
2. BETTER SCHC
4. GOOD CIT1ZE1
3. INCREASED FARM I
The empty Market Baakete ef 1
to America. Can we fill them
into eleeer touch with the Si
State* Deportment of Agricultu
obtaining expert, practical aUvi
I such as Fertilization, Rotation
Cultivation, Farm Labor, Farm
ing, Etc.
4. GOOD CITIZE
If you respond to the needs of
your town needs from YOU, 1
yaur vacatian may ba, jtmi art
no. Whan a dozen auoh ettiz
can leaairect a town from tha
Waal tawn to Nva In. Cnvkan
dm What la tha anvtmwmant
-. * . r.
of our town? Idaals and Am
actor. Impura wntar, foal atom
merchandize unprotected from
Wa dent want aay mere Ty|
Diphtheria, in our towa. PahH
tha greateet dieinfectanta avar
paint up oar riaidmea and ?
trace, fencaa and outhouaaa. N
I and piattlm town.
Iways Kno
lys the San
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Style pi us Clothe
'ear after year, '
that is their assui
s are what the m;
that they pay the
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rice the nation over*
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re guaranteed for we
tion. They are all
They have that res
*n recognize at a glai
designer fashions
re carefully tailored I
argest and most exper
:ations. Great vari<
and patterns. Eve
fit can be easily satis
We are also showing
New Styleplus Grade at1
cater variety of fabrics ant
odels. Suits and overcoats
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PRODUCTION '
the World are coming
? Bring the farmers
tate and the United
re for the purpose of
ce on farm problems,
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Management, MarketNSHIP
your teem with what
then no matter what
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get' together they
deed and make it an
men* creates Tendanef
the beys and girls
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back jwfi,
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Ml Fever, Malaria, ,
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discovered. Let ua ]
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The Hidden
Embezzler
The Mystery of a Man and
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Mis Uaugnter.
By AGNES G. BROGAN
The hotel keeper's wife rocked to
ind fro in her chair upon the ve anda.
"It's my opinion that there's
.omething very mysterious about the
vhole affair," slie confided to her
friend, who kept the village grocery.
Taney a stylish young lady with an
invalid mother moving into that
eaky, crumbling old House, though
10 one has seen the mother yet, far
is I can find out."
"I ought not to mention this,"
laid the other, "but it's been trouiling
me a great deal. The girl
?ame down to the store a few days
igo, and when 1 made out the little
>ill they've been owing she looked
t over carelessly, then drew off one
if her diamond rings and laid it
ipon the counter and asked tne tb
lake, it as security."
The hotei keeper's wife leaned
forward. "I believe they are stolen
foods," she said excitedly.
A soft, rustling sound at the farther
end of the veranda caused the
rnmSTi In wtorf lll^/lpnlv liw) nMt
n VUlVli It' Clf?l V OUVWV4M^ ? - - ? J.-Wthrough
a screen of tines where the
arightiy lighted end of a cigar glow*
;d in the darkness.
"Who is it V* Mrs. Briggs asked in
i whisper.
"It's a toung man from the city,"
aer friend answered; "came just before
supper. I forgot he . was
there."
The person referred to came leimrely
toward them.
"Pardon me," he said in a pleasng
voice. . "Could you direct me to
the home of Robert Reynolds? I
aave been told he moved here
ately."
"Never heard of the name," the
lotel keeper's jvife said thoughtfully,
while Mrs. Briggs volunteered
the information that the only new
arrivals in the village were the resiients
of the dilapidated old house
upon the hill, who were known as
Mrs. May and har daughter, Miss
Miriam.
The stranger thanked them and
proceeded down the roadway.
It was difficult to distinguish the
ild house through the dense growth
if trees which surrounded it, while
the wooden gate at the entrance to
Hio errnnndc vol bridorfd flPTORfi with
shrubs and overhanging branches.
The man, reaching over to examine
the interior of the garden, was met
t>y a low, threatening growl. 1
"What is it, Don?" called a clear
poung voice, and a girl's face appeared
above the brambles. It was
rather disconcerting to be thus looking
directly into a pair of questioning
blue eyes, but he managed to
stammer out his desire to locate a
certain Robert Reynolds.
"We are strangers here," the girl
told him. "I am afraid I cannot
help you."
"My name is Madden," he said
;onfidentially. "I am the bearer of
in important message for a Mr.
Robert Reynolds."
The girl looked steadily into his
face. Her own had grown very
vhite. "I repeat," she said emjhatically,
"that I cannot help you."
rhen down through the sleepy garlen
there came a querulous cry,
? j..-? ? ?
growing more imperative as euc
raited with sudden terror* in her
-}'es.
"Miriam!" wailed the voice.
'Miriam 1"
"Go, please," she whispered
jreathlesslv, then ran swiftly tovard
the house.
As Madden fastened the gate belind
him he closed his mouth de-erminedly.
If Robert Reynolds was
:oncealed there, as he had reason to
luppoee, he must not again allow a
tense of chivalry to deter him from
leeking him out, forcibly if it need
>e. One could not openly doubt a
ad/s word, but when another op>ortunity
presented itself he would
>e resolute.
The opportunity arrived when he
net the owner of the much discuss
sd house one dav at the hotel. "If
t's for sale," Madden remarked caslally,
"I might go up with you and
ook it over."
The girl whose face haunted him
lontinuallv, whose blue eves moved
lim so quickly from baffled anger to
>itv, looked up, startled, from the
lowers she was clipping as they ap)roached.
"This gentleman wants to go over
he house, Miss May. He is thinkng
of buying," the landlord ex>lained.
As thev neared the doorway with
ts quaint white pillars she turned
nddenly and looked up at Madden.
Pleadingly, entreatingly, her eyea
fught kit m she stood hesitating.
?.
"Are tou coming?" the- owner
asked.
"It is not necessary to go inside,"'
Madden said unexpectedly. "I can
form a pretty good opinion out
here."
Then the girl flashed at him a
smile of gratitude. "I thank you,"
she murmured softly. "My patient
dislikes to be disturbed."
Miriam, as in thought he called:
her, was quite friendly after that
and would often linger at the gate
to talk when he passed the house
upon one pretense or another,
though the tangled branches seemed
to bar him out as- completely aa
an iron doer might have done. But '
he had been sent upon an important
commission and still deliberated f.
long how best to accomplish his
purpose. 80 when upon a moonlight
night he had been irresistibly
drawn toward the house upon the
hill he passed noiseffessly through ?
the gateway, then on through tne
deserted gardens to where a light ,
oVinno fmrr, honoo+h a half rlnivr)
curtain. Stooping, he peered under
the blind.
"Perhaps;n said a low stocking
voice, "you will be kind enough to
tell me what yon expect to find in
my houpe." ?
Madden straightened suddenly
and looked in the direction of a
shadowy corner where a girl's white
clad figure was dimly outlined. "I
?I beg your pardon for hating
frightened you," be said in confusion.
"It is time I should be frpik
with you. The man whom I hoped
to find in that room is Bobert Reynolds,
of whom you have heard.".
The girl arose. Her face shone
very white in the moonlight, and
her eyes were wide with hurt firprise.
"He is not in that "house,"
she said slowly. "Hate I not told
you so?"
"You have," he answered doggedly,
"and you will think me Woraa
than impertinent now when I confess
that I thought yon might be
concealing this man's identity out of
a mistaken idea of benefit to him."
She interrupted him angrily. "I
will listen to you no longer," she
said. "There is no reason why I
should trouble to prove my truthfulness.
Nevertheless"?she waved
her hand toward the great, silenfe
house?"you are at liberty to convince
yourself. I will remain here."
Madden ignored the offer. "Will
you at least allow n^e the privilege
of explaining," he asked desperately,
"tomorrow, if you would be ao
kind?"
The girl turned from him and
slowly ascended the steps. At the
doorway she paused. "Yon may explain
tomor.ow/'/she said brokenly,
"while I shall confess."
She came to meet him upon the
following morning, such a pathetic,
drooping little figure that Madden
in his anxiety to hasten through the
ordeal would have spoken at once,
but she put out a protesting hand. ,
"If you please," she asked, "may I
tell my story first ?"
He silently nodded assent, then
stood looking gravely down npon her
as 6he sat before him.
"It is needless to tell you," she
began in a low, hopeless tone, "that .
Robert Reynolds is my father; You
are also acquainted with the facts
which made it necessary for ua to
hide away in thin isolated village.
They were too ready to judge him,
I think, those boasted friends of hia,
and to emblazon his guilt in all the
papers/' She covered her face with
trembling hands. "I seem to see always
the glaring headlines, 'Robert
Reynolds, Treasurer of the Elite
Club, Absconded/ But there are
some things you do not know. How
this disgrace, following as it did so
closely upon the failure of the business
which left ua penniless, changed
my father from a strong, reliant
man into a child startled at every
sound! And I, who had never been
taught to decide for myself, had now
to act for us both. So, wisely or unwiaplv
T hrmicrht him here, where I
rj , - o ? ,
have been doing my best to allay
his fears?trying to coax him back
to courage."
"I did not come to persecute your
father, child," said Madden. "I have
been searching for him, that is true,
but it was in order to bring him
good news, to clear his name of a
false imputation."
Miriam gave a little cry. "Oh,
how shall I know it is true?" she
said. "Whom can I trust ?'
He bent over, looking down at
her pityingly. "There is one whom
you would have to trust always," he
said gently. And when she asked,
doubting, who that might be he an- ,
swered her quietly, "Your husband."
And early that evening Mrs.
Briggs hurried down to visit her
friend at the hotel. "It beats all/'
she said by way of greeting. "That
mysterious lady of ours was married
at the parsonage this afternoon to
the very detective who came to arrest
her, 110 doubt, and he has
brought back all them stolen ring*.5'
Bui the other was so overcome by
Mils astonishing news that the could
linU no words to reply.