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REMOVAL --AND NEW To aooomittodafeNmy increased and increasing busi? ness, I have removed to the handsome and commodious new Brick Store next to John Reid's, opposite my old stand, where i cn* sow be found withastock of DIAMONDS, Watches, Clocks, Jewelry, Silver and Flated Ware, SPECTACLES, &c surpassing in brilliancy, extent and variety any stock of the kind ever shown in this city, with dally additions of new at? tractions, Thanking my friends and the public generally for the very liberal patronage ieatowed on SM at sir old stand, I aspe, to merit a continuasse of tl? same, tnd j I hereby extest to afl * eordia? iovita-| tion to pay me a rick at ?ty new stand, where, with a Urger stsoe?c sad increased | facilities in every way I soi better pre? pared tass ever to eater to their wants. Don't forget the plane, REID'S BLOCK, MAIN ST., SUMTER, S. C. Yous, anxious to please, L. W. FOLSOM. Every tiling ta the one of repairing done as heretofore. Oct 8 H. A. HOY1?, Successor to ?. I. 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A BOWMAN, k W. H. INGRAM, May 21 Real Estate Brokers k Agents. FOR SALE, CHEAP. SEVERAL FINE BUILDING LOTS ON Calboon aad Republican Street?, near my residence and residence of Capt. John Reid. A rare chance to buy a home. Lots all high and dry and very desirable. Terms easy. Immediate possession given. For full particulars call on, or address D. J. WINN. , gBBrter, S. C., Nor. 26, 1890. WRIGHT'S HOTEL, COLUMBIA, S. C. THIS NEW AND ELEGANT HOUSE with all modern improvements, is noa open for the reception of gnests. S. L. WRIGHT k SON, Proprietors. RUBBER STAMPS* NAME SI AMPS FOR MARK IM 6 CLQTH?N6 with indelible ink,, or for printing visiting cards, and STAMPS OF ANY KIND for stamping BUSINESS CARDS, ENVEL? OPES ur say thing else. Specimen* of varions styles on band, which will be shown with pleas are. The LOWEST PRICES possible, and orders filled promptly. Call on N. G. OSTEEN, Jnr At the Watebnean aad Southron Office Sumter S. O CITY LOTS FOR SALE. NORTHWEST SIDE. KANGING IN PRICES FROM $150 to $45* each. Size 50 to 80 feet front by 175 to 200 feet deep. Beautifully located in the healthiest part of the City-a large number of them S feet higher than at the intersection of Maio and Liberty strew. Terms, one-third cash, balance i> one and two ycacs. Apply to JNO. S. HUGHSON. A. S. BROWN. W. A. BROWS. Match 4-3D? By AUGUSTA LAMED. ?Copjrijfht, 1981, by American Press Associa? tion.] CHAPTER L She twr* made happy by bclnn allowed to fasten them to thc young lady's invitee It was a warm June morning, and birds caroled in the tall elms along Grove street Housemaids were opening parlor shutters or sweeping off verandas with a snatch of song on the lips, and that peculiar flirt of the broom that betokens fine weather and a light heart. The milkman's wild cry was expiring at one end of the long street just as the news? boy^ shrill yell broke the silence at toe other. Shadows lay cool on the brown road, and the town gardens exhaled their sweetest odors. It was just at this moment that Mrs. Northup's lodger turned into Grove street on her way io the postoffice. Mrs. Ncrthup's house was not on Grove street There were no such humble little houses, with a garden the size of a pockethanTJ kerchief and a bit of drying: lawn at the back, on that fashionable thoroughfare. All the dwellers on Grove street were carriage people, with ample incomes and everything handsome about them. Mrs. Northrup was only the wife of a conduct? or on the Appledale line, with a salary of less than a thousand a year. Her house stood in Ford's alley, and tho bit of garden above mentioned abutted on the railway, so that thc house was shaken by passing trains many times a day. The alley was filled with small mechan? ics' houses and stables, and was not a conspicuously clean little street, and the nearness of the main line, where day and night the trains whizzed past, and steam whistles emitted unearthly shrieks, made it not an ideal country residence. But Mrs. Northup's house was a shin? ing oasis amid the litter and disorder of Ford's alley. Northup was what the neighbors called a snug man, fond of delving in his garden during his spare time, and with an inherent streak of neatness, much furthered by Mrs. North up's good management As Northup was away much of the time and there was only one child. Margery, a quiet little maid, of five, Mrs. Northup let two of her rooms to lodgers. It was the new lodger who had the west corner room Mrs. Northup gazed after now, as she walked away toward the turning of Grove street A reserved, quiet young girl, Mrs. Northup could make nothing of her, and the expression on the good woman's face was puzzled and dissatis? fied. Miss March seemed always to l>e writ? ing, and the landlady when she looked into her room saw her lodger's dark head bent over a table covered with papers between her and the li'ght But Mrs. Northup bad confided that morning to John, while iu the act of shaving, that tlie new lodger, though she kept so close and said notliing about her folks and never made free with anybody, was a perfect lady. Though she had been in the house a month, John Northup had only caught sight of the young lady two or three times as she passed in and out of the little garden gate, but his wife had imparted to him all her ideas concerning the new lodger, until he felt a mys ten? ons respect for this giri-as if her pres? ence ia his household had raised the standing of his family in Littlefields "Pays her rent right on the nail," said his wife, as she served his breakfast, **and has got a brother at college named Will? ard. There aro only two of them in the world, and she expects Willard to do great things. I mistrust she is helping pay Willard's way by her writing, and don't let him know what a struggle she has to live and keep soul and body together, poor thing. Do you know, John, 1 wake up in the night and think about that girl sometimes. I've noticed marks of crying round her eyes, and it's been borne in on me she is very poor." "You always was soft hearted, rielly," the laconic John responded, as he took ms hat to go to the station. On thi-j fine June morning ilrs. North? up watched Miss March as she went down the alley-a tall, slender young girl, with abundant brown hair and large gray eyes. "She's got style," thought Mrs. North? up, 'if her dresses are poor, sleasy stuff, all black and without a frill or phut. 1 never could get my dresses to set like hers anyway whatever. Bot it's her fig ger, I guess. Yes, she has got a beauti? ful hgger, and I am dumpy, and always was. And the becomingness of that black hat of hers, without ever a plume or an artificial, is something wonderful. I do hope she'll get a letter today with good news. Sometimes I think 1 can tell by the way she steps whether the right kind of a letter has come." Miss March went slowly up ??rove street toward the center of the town breathing the early morning freshness She, V>o, was thinking of the letter or no letter that lay at the end of her walk to the iwfttoffice with a kind of shivery dread, half hoping it would not be there, that the matter might still hang in doubt, and the fatal day be put off to give her courage to go on with the work. She walked very slowly up tho street, lingering like a truant schoolboy who dreads the feruling he is sure to get at last If only the letter should not be there the chances would seem brighter. She had dreamed the night before of a ship sailing before the wind. A bad sign. But now a flock of pigeons came over from the right of Holder's pigeon cotes, three black and two white. How superstitious she had grown!" What a poor, feeble minded creature! And she almost laughed aloud at her folly. Miss March was not a very strong minded young woman, I am sorry to say. She put considerable faith in a number of foolish little signs and omens. She did not like to see the-new moon over her left shoulder, or to pass under a ladder, or to break a looking glass. With an imaginative teni per she had au instinct? ive belief in presentiments. Now, the little cold shudder that ran djowni her spine betokened bad news, and ft walked dejectedly into the post?me The clerk at tbe window knew her fa and gave her a glance of recognition he poshed ont a large, bulky envelop Miss March's hand trembled ta si reached it forth, and there was a terri h sinking sensation, as if her young lim liad suddenly given way and refused sustain her. She thrust the sad, teilta packet into the pocket of her gown, as afraid the loungers about the postofiL might guess that her story had been r jected. "Poor Willie! poor Willie!" si kept saying to herself. Never aga would she doubt the truth of present menta. She hardly knew how she got throng the long passage to the street or dow the steps without falling, things look( so dark to her young eyes, and a feelir of despair was in her heart. The mon ing sun had mounted higher and w. casting down broad waves of stearx neat The smell of the J uno roses in tl gardens made her faint She made long detour on the way home, not kno\ ing just where she was going, carele of the crossings and turnings, but wit an inward necessity of keeping on h< feet She passed the little bake shop ut heeding where she was accustomed t buy her breakfast rolls; for the walk 1 the postoffice was taken before the mon ing meal, and on har return she habitt ally fired up her little oil stove, boile water for her coffee and cooked an egg. But now all thought of breakfast ha gone out of her head with the total d< parture of appetite. She wandered aloof feeling nothing but the acuteness of h< disappointment, that sent a coldnei through her limbs and made her finget chilly until she woke up out of th; blackness of darkness, this dumb an { tearless misery, to find herself in a poo; ill smelling part of the Irish quartei j where the untidy houses stood close t< 1 gether, and children with bare feet an I unwashed faces were hanging about th doors. Among these stood a tin}' cottag with white curtains and morning glor vines at the windows, and in front neat bed of nasturiums and scarlet gi raniums. The Yankee thrift of the littl house was in such marked contrast t the other tenements in which it wa I bedded. Miss March glanced at it wit I a feeble ray of interest A tall, thi; I old woman in faded double gown an? slippers, with long, gray curls, was on in the yard watering her plants an plucking away the dead leaves. A cei tain gentility and elegance, an air of ol< fashioned grace and good breeding clun? to the old lady's figure, and printed it image on Edith's memory. For a mo ment the trouble seemed to melt awa; from her heart, and she turned her step dejectedly tow;ird Ford's alley. Mrs. Northup, that discerning woman had been L king out for her youni lodger. She saw her approach, and sait to herself: "She's had a blow of som kind, poor thing. She looks perfectly beat down and discouraged." The land lady's ample person filled the doorway ; and her broad smile hiul a ray of warm tl j and human kindness. I "Come right in and breakfast with me,' j was the greeting she gave to Edith ! "You look tired and warm from youl walk, and Margery will lie so glad t< have you eat with us. I never saw i child that loved company as she does Northpp bad to get off on the early rm and \fe are just sitting down. Then are plenty of strawberries, and 1 hav< made a fresh cup of coffee." Miss March could not resist her land lady's pleading. She went languidh into the neat little dining room, when the table was set out with its suowj doth. The fatal package ia her pockel weiglied like lead, and she suspected Mrs. Northup of having detected its pres? ence through tije folds of her gown. Margery came from the garden, and sidled np to Miss March with a bunch of old fashioned cinnamon roses in her hand, and was made happy by being allowed to fasten them to the young lady's bodice. "I never did see Margery take to any? .vvly as she has to you," said the proud mother. "I hope you got good news, miss, from your brother." "No, I did not'hear from him today. BL) is up at Tauierack camp, in the North Woods, and several miles from a post office." "I guess he don't know how han! you work and how late you sit up nights. You are looking real pale and worn, as 1 say to Northup; for you know, miss, folks can't live together in the same house like sticks and stones. They have eyes, and hearts, too. I hope." Mis3 March received this suggestive little dig from lier landlady with liecoui ing meekness. "You are mistaken, Mrs. Northup. 1 am very strong and enduring. I have always been the healthy one of our fam? ily, and there is no danger of my break? ing down. It is my brother Willard who is delicate. His chest Ls weak and he is a great student It is his desire to be a geologist, and with such a turn as he has for ii ?it ural science ic would be a shaine for him to waste his life at some uncon? genial business, lt was all my doing that he took his post graduate coarse at the scientific school." "But if he knew, Miss March, how you are slaving to keep him there, how you hardly give yourself time to eat or take a walk. I cruess he would nor 1*? easy in his mind. Northup thinks so, too, and he is a mao of uncommon sense and observation." .Don't say that, Mrs. Northup; he don't know;" and then she stopped, troubled and embarrassed, and looked down at her plate. .Then yon ain't a-giving him his edu? cation," said Mrs. Northnp, heaping fresh strawberries on her lodger's plate. She was a generous giver, but she felt she had a right to a fair equivalent for her gifts in her lodger's confidence. The COIOT, whether of indignation or embarrassment, rosed the )-oung lady's neck and cheeks and touched the tips of her beautiful ears. " We were left with a little property,; she said in a constrained voice. 'Our poor father was very un? fortunate in his last years, but there was a small snm remaining, and rt was placed in the hands of our guardian." Miss March reserved the fact that the said guardian had invested the little patrimony in wildcat stock, and there was iio? a penny left She liad token the greatest pain? to conceal this fact from li**r young briber, and why should ?lie confide it to her landlady? .Oh." said the landlady, deliberately stirring. \vv coffee, "then you don't keep him at college. Northup* and me bad taken the notion into-our heads that you was e<bleating yowr brother by your writing*-slaving away for good and all to keep him supplied---but if you have only yourself to look out for its different, of cows*-. 1 should like to know," and Mrs. Nott lvn-p settled back in her chair prepared to put a leading question^ .*whvthi-r there's raruch money to be made in writing for newspapers and magazines,'" *1 never thought of it m that light," said h??SS March slowly, as she crumbled a Wt of bread on- her plate. "Thea 1 suppose you write to getf your name in print, or just to pass the time:" *No, nor that either," in a faint voice "I had to do something. " "Well, do you know there was a marc named Sparks who" lodged with me three years ago. He used to get up comic pieces for some paper out west, and? mercy mel how he did work at these jokes. Sometimes he would come down stairs into the kitchen where 1 was baking or ironing, and say she, 'Miss Northup, Tm stuck. 1 can't thinl of anything today but funerals and graveyards and executions if my life depended. Of all the gol dong trades any man ever too ku p, this writing for comic newspapers is worst' "Sometimes I'd hear him walking the floor, a-tearing his hair to raise a joke It was dreadful, I can tell you. I guess on the whole I'd rather keep lodgers. One month he would have his pockets full of money, and the next not a cent to bless himself. Poor Sparks, Tm afraid he was a little too fond of the bottle But I got the impression that writing for a living was a pretty poor trade." "You're quite right. Airs. Northup. Thank you so much for this nice break? fast,** and Miss March rose and went to her room It was an attic chamber of ; fair size, under a long sloping roof, with three small windows so placed that there were only gleams of sky and clouds and tree tops and flitting birds to be had, while a bumble bee or a yellow jacket buzzed in and out of the open casement screened by muslin curtains. The writ? ing table stood under one of these open windows, with the narrow bed opposite, and all the furnishings were scant 2nd plain. A few photographs and sketches were pinned about the roughly plastered wall. An arrangement of wild flowers and vines in a broken nosed pitcher filled one corner nook, and Miss March's scanty supply of gowns hung under a carico curtain. The lame dressing table was propped with a block of wood, and before it was spread a breadth of faded carpet In a corner cupboard were a few dishes-two cracked teacups and a tin of dry soda crackers. The little oil stove stood on a deal table, where Miss March cooked her little meals. All was neat, trim and virginal, for as Mrs. Northup surmised, Edith March was a lady, and had been reared in a well appointed home. Now the girl threw down her hat and gloves, locked the door, and falling prone on her little bed, face down, began to sob in all the bitterness of her unspeak? able disappointment and anguish of souL What a fool she had been to undertake to keep Willie at college by the earn? ings of her inexperienced peni A few things in the early months of her career had been accepted, well paid for and praised. She had made a great and pro? longed effort to produce something bet? ter, had half starved herself and burnt the midnight oil, and now it had been flung back to her from the magazine that had taken her first story, and kind hearted but meddlesome and officious Mrs. Northup had shown her what an idiot she was to hope to succeed in a career where many wiser and better equipped had failed. ?be sobbed herself into a k ind of calm, and then she remembered she must brace up Willard with a cheerful letter. Poor boy, with his weak chest and natural habit of looking on the dark side of things, he needed a deal of brac? ing. She arose with red and swollen eyes, brushed back her tumbled hair, and felt the thick, dreadful packet still burning in the pocket of her gown. Now it was drawn forth and the seal was broken. Yes, it wa? her poor re? jected story; but instead of the heartless, cold blooded printed slip saying "the return of a MS. does not necessarily im? ply lack of merit or unfitness for publi? cation," a typewritten letter from the editor fell into her lap not unkindly worded. "Your story," it said, "shows marks of hurried composition. It is crude in parts and lacks literary finish. But the plot is a good one and capable of expan? sion. If you are willing to rewrite it, carefully eliminating at least one-half of the adjectives and reconstructing the sentences I have marked, and if you choose to expand it to twice its present size, I will then consider whether I cnn accept it for our magazine, which is now publishing a complete novelette in each number. I do not, however, pledge my? self to anything until I have re-examined the MS." The letter was brief, curt and business? like, but on the whole reassuring. A ripple of girlish laughter escaped from Edith's lips. In her wild revulsion of feeling she dashed the tears from her eyes and kissed the typewritten sheet half frantically. What a charming man that editor must be! What a friend and lover of his kind! She pictured him white haired and benevolent looking, with girls of his own whom he tenderly kissed every morning before going to his office. She flew dancing and skipping round the room, her eyes bright with excitement, for she had not completely failed after all. There was a crumb of hope left, and being young and ardent Edith could live on very small crumbs of that divine aliment CHAPTER IL * Gently raised her head from thc ground. Mrs. Northup had heard her wild pi rouette, which came near oversetting the oil stove, and wondered if, like poor Sparks, she was tearing her hair for an idea. But the landlady had liad suffi? cient experience with literary lodgers not to be surprised by unusual moises. Now Edith could write that lotter she had so much dreaded to? brace np Willie, and it would not be necessary to tell more than half the usual number of white- lies, which was comforting to a girl of her high1 monti principle. Willie was fretting at his enforced idleness while his sister slaved to support herself. If he liad known how she had taken the double burden on her shoulders! But happily he did not know, for she. had sworn their guardian to secrecy and. silence. ""Dearest Willie," she began, "how I wish you were here in my pleasant room!" (Not a word abou? the attic chamber close to the railroad.) *'But as I cannot havu you hen? I must content myself with a confidential chat on paper. I lol ag fainottely in my new quarters am in tremendous spirits. Mrs. North, i my landlady, is kindness itself. 1 br< fasted with her this morning, and talked about you. My room has three \ dows." (Not a word about their hei?, precluding a view of anything bu three cornered bit of sky and the to] a pear tree.) "ft is a capital place to ti and write in. I hope to have some sp j did" (underlined) "news for you sc for I have great expectations. Litllef is a lovely town, and I take a little w J along its shady streets every mom j before breakfast The society is of best"-(Poor girl, she had not spoken 1 soul except her landlady and the po clerk)-"a great many nice young peo; and there are numerous picnics, la tennis and archery parties. You km dear Will, how I enjoy these thin?. (May Heaven forgive her.) "There beautiful forest, called Deepdene pa where I walk nearly ever}* fine ?fl \ noon. You would be charmed with Littlefield librar}-, so well arrang with an admirable selection of bool (Fib number three; Miss March had : ? been able to subscribe.) "On tbewh< dear Will, you must think of me on very top wave, with everything love Don't worry about me, dear old boy, 1 get all the good you can out of mountains. I can see you now, w your specimen bag slung over y< shoulder, making the rocks resound w yonr geological hammer. Oh, Will am so prend of you, and when I thi you are all I have in the world to 1 for I can't tell you how my heart swe with thankfulness. Do take care yourself, and avoid wetting your fi and exposure of all kinds. I am v< happy over my prospects, but I don't tend to count my chickens before tb are hatched." "There," thought Edith, as she fold her letter, "I hope I haven't overdone Will is awfully sharp at detecting false note. Dear me, how many lies 1 do have to tell to get through life ? cently! I hope I shall be forgiven on t ground of good intentions." Will's letter out of the way, Edi turned with breathless eagerness to t revision and expansion of her story, was more of a job than she had count on and virtually involved rewriting t whole. But Edith did not flinch. S had plenty of good days' work in her ai her soul wa~ resolute. One o'clock, t\ o'clock caine. The strong western sn shine was flooding her high windows ai heating the long shingled roof, direct underneath which she sat, to the ter perature of a rolling mill Edith h? not paused to eat, and suddenly the rai way trains began to rush through b brain and the written line? to swim b fore her eyes. She was faint from hu: ger, for she had eaten nothing since eig] and now it was nearly four. She pushi away the pile of MS. and went to ransa< her cupboard for something to sustai life. She found only a quarter of a cu tard pie she had bought at the baker the previous day, a few hard cracke: and a pickle. She would make herself cup of tea: but on lifting the oil can si found it empty, so she must be contei with the pie and pickle, washed dow with a glass of tepid water. It was necessary to get out of her f u: nace of a room, for she felt tho though! flying about in her brain like mott round a candle. She was dead tire after her bout of writing seven hours o a stretch, and nothing would rest he but a ramble in Deepdene woods. Sh knotted her beautiful hair and put o her old hat, remembering she had pron ised herself to retrim it and make it look bit more tidy. Her gown was not of tb newest fashion, being a relic of two pas seasons, and having known many tun ing3 and mendings. Her boots wer cracked and gray, and demanded nev soles, bet they must answer for the pre? ent, and her gloves, of a cheap variety were coming ont at the fingers. lt was a joy to Edith to feel that sb knew not a soul in Littlefield beyond he landlady, and therefore cracked boot and ragged gloves signified little. Sh? was shabby from top to toe, and yet th< face looking from under the old hat. th form robed in the faded gown could no fail to attract the eye of a stranger Mrs. Northup had noticed it The gir had a distinguished air, even in her pooi clothes, and her face piquant, almos' brilliant with the large gray eyes an<: creamy pallor, was touched with win some loveliness. A light breeze had sprung up, cooling the fevered air, and tree shadows began to stretch long and soft across the fields. Deepdene woods belonged to the Ashley place, the grandest in Littlefield in ex? tent and picturesque beauty, though not the most pretentious. Everything about the old gray granite mansion, with its flower garden and greenhouses, a half mile from the town, was in a tone of quiet elegance. No cheap or tasteless statuary or vulgar cast iron images, but smooth velvet lawns, shaded by noble s?id treesv and with well laid out drives and Walks. The private grounds were skirted by a shady laue that ran under ^reat drooping elms by the side of the cennis court, but was divided from them by a wall of masonry, and finally lost itself in broad woodlands near the baT???f of an artificial lake furnished with rus? tic seats and a small boat house. As Miss March wal ked swiftly through the laue she saw a party of young people at play on the tennis court-Harold Ash? ley and four of his friends,, and his sister Fanny, a slight brunei te", in a well fit? ting tennis gown. A lady in white re? clined in a lounging cliair, with a book in her hand and a great St. Bernard log crouched at her feet Edith could easily have heard what tlie young people were saying had she lingered a bit in the shade of the trees, but she sped along ander her sun umbrella, where wide rents betrayed themselves in the worn ?ilk, anxious to hide herself in the thick, cool woods in a spot among the birch trees and leafy ashes, Where, sitting on % mossy log, with her feet on ferns and briony vines, she had once heard Che song of the hermit tfmfch. Thisspot lay? over the hill opposite Deepdene place, and gave glimpses of a httle secluded valley where cows wandered arning the sweetfern led by a tinkling bell, lt was lonely and delicious, and Edith, sit? ting on ber moss cushioned seat, with her bead thrown ;>ack and resting against the trunk oi a tait ash, gave herself up to reveries as she followed out the mazes of her story. She never knew" bow long she had sat there in perfect peace, her mind having flown from the thread of the tale to calculations as to how long the* money it was to bring would feed and clothe Will' at the scientific school', when a strange gasping sound canie to ber ear from the depths of the woods, something lietween; a groan and a faint despairing wail. lt might be a wounded animal or a lost child. Edith Rtarted to her feet and looked about Tho sound appealed to issue frota a little thicket to the left, rangle?! wit!? wild grapevines and blackberry V>-*<hcs. ! She made her way quickly,, clambering . ovef logs and' stones as-best she cou! to the border of at- shallow stony broo where grew a cluster of great pines ar hemlocks. At the foot of the largest tn in the dim green light she saw a vagt whiteness, lt might be a light colon dog or a young heifer that had got caugh No, it was a woman, lying face dowi clutching the moss with hershriveh hands and moaning in great pain. H< kuees were drawn up as if in a spasn Edith gently raised her head from tl ground and tried to support her with h< back to the tree. The woman's face w; deathly pale. She was old and thin an very light, and ber hair was dressed c Jong gray curls. Her gold rimmed glass? had fallen off and her bonnet hung dai gling from her neck by the strings. A li tie figured shawl of an antique patter lay on the .ground with a small dinn< basket anda manuscript book The soc lay open, and Edith saw the writing in fine woman's hand, in lines that betokei .:d poetry. Edith ran to the brook for water, an brought it in a china cup that had rolle rat of the basket She bathed the sic woman's face and chafed her icy col hands. The faded, refined old face an long gray curls seemed in some way fi miliar, and suddenly it flashed upon he memory that she had seen it that ver morning in the cottage garden arnon the Irish tenements. She was the sam tall, thin old dame with Krag curls sh had seen out in tho garden watering til Cowers. "I am 60 glad you have come," whi pered the pals lips; "I thought I shoul lie here alone." "Were you ill when you came?" Edit isked. "What caused it?* The sick woman's hand pointed vagui ly to some suspicious looking fungi ut der the pine tree. "I heard they wei good to eat, the pink gills, you know and so I thought I would try.1' "Good heavens! you have been eat?n, toadstools!"' Before the poor old creature could re ply her face turned a pinched and sick!; blue, her lips crumpled like a bit of pa per in the fins her eyes rolled up in he head, her hands clinched, and she wen off into a convulsion. Edith, wide eyed frightened and pale, found herself alon in the woods with apparently a dyini woman. She was young and strong ant the old lady was light. She seeme< wasted by fasting or sickness or perhap both. Edith must try to get her out o the thicket to the top of the lane, wher< she could call for aid. She dashed mor< water from the brook in the poor creat ure's face, but it did no good. Sh< chafed her Lands, but her teeth wen clinched, and her whole form was quit? stiff and rigid. The girl doubted if 1 spark of life was left in the old ?ame*. She took her in ber arms and half drag? ged, half carried her over the rougri bushes and brambles till she reached 1 more open path that led to the top o: the Jane. She managed to struggle for ward with her burden to the foot of ? large oak tree, where a bed of mos? grew thick" and soft about the roots, Here she put down the old woman's in sensible form, and with her handkerchief wiped away a little foam that cozec from her lips. She folded the little shawl she had picked up from the grotrnc and placed it under her bead. She seemec quite dead, but by applying her hand tc the left side she still felt a faint pulsa? tion of the heart Edith's whole body was trembling from fright and exertion. Her legs fell too weak to give her support, and she ?tnmbled along, panting breathlessly, antil she reached the lower part of the lane, within sound of the laughter anti shouts of the players on the tennis court over the wall. She took off her hat and waved it, but they did not see her. She cried out faintly, but her voice seemed muffled and lost in her throat "Oh, come, come! Help! There is a woman dying up in the woods! Come ^nick, or it will be too late!" Young Harold Ashley had just sent his ball out of bounds, and was search? ing for it near the low boundary waif when he saw this apparition of a young girl, her face pale as ashes, with great, wide, frightened eyes and parted lips, her hair, which the tree boughs had torn loose from its fastenings as she passed under them with the insensible woman in her anns, floating in a dark cloud down her ba?k. Harn* leaped over the wall, crying to the fellows who were at play to follow him, and his sister caine running after them, leaving the young invalid lady alone on the reclining chair, for even the big dog had scampered off at the heels o? his master. Now that help Was at hand Edith' sud? denly felt strength flow back into her trembling limbs and courage come into her heart. She set off with Hairy Ash? ley in advance of the others after she had given him an -inkling, of the situation. "I don't know who she is; I am a stranger in Littlefield. I found her near the brook, hing under a great pine tree. She was then in convulsions, bnt made mc understand she had been poisoned by eating toadstools." They fe*ni<l the old woman just where Edith had left her tinder the oak, still unconscious, and looking the image of death. Miss Ashley bent over thc thin Worn old frame with pi tying tenderness. "I do believe. Harry," said she, "it is old Celestina Rivers. She always has been queer and poetical, and a little wrong, 1 fear, in the head. She must har rayed elfin the Woods and perhaps ost her way." Two of the young men had made a s\ipt>ort with their arms to carry the sick woman down to the Ashley' house. While* a third set off on a run for the doctor. Edith, who had now twisted up her vagrant lock? andi put on her hat. pro? posed fo go and' look for the old hui y's belongings she had Wen forced to leave by' the brook,- and Harry Ashley and his sister followed lier through thc Miicket. ..lt was awfnl?y p?wcky of you," saki Harry, giving the yerang gir! beside him an open tookof narration,- ''iv bring- the oki lady ont of th*' woods.** "She is very light.'* responded Edith, "and I am young and *trong. f should not have felt her veiglit on open ground." "I remember all alnrat old Celestina Rivers now." said Fanny Ashley". """She's a clergyman's daughter and comes of a good family, but has lived alone many years. I know tlx ladies of the benev? olent society t ried! to get her to enter the Old Ladies- heme, but she is very queer and obstinate. 1 remember hearing her called the literary .Miss Rivers when 1? was a little girl. sive wrote a great many verses f o the moon and stars., but I don't suppose people e.\-er cared io? buy her poetry." Edith's face flushed si ightly. I1 seemed she had helped to-rese?e1 a ??Lerary sister, and instantly she thought of lier own old age, and seem eil to ste herself a creature ef Vain dream's, liviiv-- alfc*? with he? cat like po?r old Celestina They had come to the pine tree by sl\e brook, and Edith picked uptheJ?S vol? ume w>Th a kind of lingering tender? ness. She meant to keep possession* of it,.??rd restore the precious*relic ton? owner if she should recover without al? lowing- profane eyes to scan- poor old Celestina-s verses. "Hello!" said Harry, as he came across the luncheon basket and picked it up. "Here are two soda crackers. 1 fear the* old lady must have eaten the toadstools for nourishment." "No one ever goes hungry h???e in Lit? tlefield," said Miss Ashley with ci?eerful confidence. "Such a thing was never known." "People may not die absolutely og hunger," returned Harry, "but I suspect there aro cases- of slow and genteel? starvation, and it looks as if the poetess* was one of them." [TO BE COSTINCKD J THIS IS NOT A B003L IT IS SOLID, SCBSTAXTLVL, PROGRESS* j IVE PROSPERITY. TffE TfiRlVrX'G CTTY OF SUMTER-? TALK WITH ONE OP ITS ENER? GETIC CITIZENS. LF'ronr Ncws <fc Courier offne 29*11.] Mr. W. II. Ingram, of the thriving young city of Sumter, spent yester? day in the city on- a< business errand. As is everyone who comes from the Game Cock City, Mr. Ingrain- was full of the subject of its growth and prospects, and-thc account he gives" of thc place is truly one that should attract ^real attention. ''No,1* he said to a Reporter for The News and Courier, "Smaller has no boom. We believe there in Hem y Watterson's maxim of wherever you see a boom hit it. A boom is very much like a rocket ; it goes up beau? tifully, and everybody rons to sec it, but it is not hng behove ike same crowd ig scurrying around trying to? ge: out ol tho way of the stick. Now there is no stick ia Suinte? s. ?fc h straight arni strong, and while wo have had no great rush of either capi? tal or population, for tlie past five years we have been climbing steadily up until now wc occupy a position where everybody must see us. Peo? ple lia ve been coming in, tainting' with them energy, brains and money, and not an cnterpiisc bas been start? ed within the past five years that bas not succeeded in a manner m making the city richer,, more attractive ami in every way desirable as a place for cither residence or investment of capital. During the recent Colum? bia Centennial, Sumter displayed a spirit which surprised everybody, and made many an ohler and perhaps Helier city in the State open its eyes in wonder. Now this spirit was not ephemeral. It was aol gotten up for that occasion. Sumter at the Cen? tennial was on?y what Sumter is at home, pushing, thriving, energetic, ready at all times for any work her hands might find to do, and always in the forefront of the march ol' pro? gress. '.That spirit has recently evinced itself to a marked degree, and if you could just sec the confidence with which everybodj enters into the on? ward movement you would agree with me that it was the coming city of the interior of South Carolina, The scheme of erecting a big hotel, which was started some time ago, is now in shape, and the plans ami specifications are in the hands of one of the best architects in thc State who will make a report on them in a few weeks. Thc work of con? struction will be commenced not later than August, and the house will be ready for occupation by the time winter sets in. Mn addition to this another very important movement of a similiar nature is on foot. A company has recently been formed for the purpose of improving what is known as thc .Richardson estate,' about three quarters of a mile west of the cit)*. The company has purchased the place and will donate thirty acres io the eily to be made into a park. Preparations have now been entered upon to build a hard road from tins place to the centre of thc eft y ami a dummy line will be run out to it. In thc next few months big hotel for Northern tourists will be erected on the place, and the grounds around it will be marie as at? tract ive as possible. 'Thc peopie are also now beginning to realize the necessity of manufac? tures and concerted action is bein?? taken to erect a $250, OOO cotton milL The advantages that the city offers ttr this industry is apparent when it ir* remembered that within a radios ol' thirty miles is a country producing animally 20*>,??O bales of cotton, which is penetrated in? every direc? tion by railroads. Wc now have four distinct lines and two or three ot lier roads are ir course of construe* lion, 'A very lanie amount of building; is now in progress. Two big brick blocks are in course of construction, a rr* 1 peters! more will be erected during the next year or two* They aft? very much needed, as the demand for business locutions is very great and is growing steadily. Owing u* tho large and thriving section of winch Sumter is the centre, it offers pecu? liar advantages to ali k inds of whole* sale business concerns, and thc? are being established rapidly.' Mr. ingram leaves for home this morning. 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