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Beautiful Miss Annadale. By Mrs. W. E PALMEE. CHAPTER L He was placing his arm about her waist "Victor Forsyth and Alan Craig were greeting each other with restrained but xmmistakable satisfaction on the plat? form of the little station at Indian Beach. "Hello, old man!" "How are yon, Craig?" "First rate. John will take your traps. I suppose you'd rather walk-to stretch your legs?" "By all means. " . The traveler handed his well worn va Ese, his overcoat, checks, umbrella and cane to the servant, and the two young men started onward at a swinging pace. It was a late August day-warm and stflL Just as they left the station steps 'a village cart containing a couple of ladies came whirling along the sandy road. The horse wore a gold plated har? ness, and the ladies' toilets gave an.im? pression of elegance which was shared ey even the slim, straight whip dec? orated with a narrow streamer of pale bine ribbon. The occupants of the cart bowed graciously to Craig in spite of their apparent haste to reach the station. The yoong man lifted his straw hat, and his friend of course performed the same ceremony. "Whovare they?* he asked as one of the two alighted and entered the tele? graph office. "Lucille Eliot and her friend." was the answer. "Mighty good looking girls," was the careless remark of Forsyth as he and his host struck across the sandy high? way toward the beach, against which the summer sea broke in slow, caressing ripples. "Yes," was the thoughtful rejoinder; "they seem between them to unite most of the attractions of womankind. One or the other might suit even yon, For? syth-unless," with a quick glance, **you have left your heart in Germany with some of those placid frauleins." "No," said Forsyth in an indifferent way. "rire seen very little of ladies* society these past three years." He lifted his hat as he spoke and faced ! the cool salt air and the shining sea j with a tired traveler's weary satisfac? tion, j "Yon never were oversentimental | about girls,** laughed Craig, "even in our sophomore days. I doubt if you've ever been genuinely in love." "No, and I never shall be-but once and the time hasn't come yet," was the rejoinder. The two young men were near the same height and weight, but had no other point of resemblance. Victor For? syth was dark, intellectual, refined look? ing. He had gray eyes, never intended -though they were handsome eyes-for mdiscriminate service in lovemaking. He wore ins full dark beard in German fashion, and the white hand with which he chanced to stroke it as he gazed off over the amning sea was a hand for ges? ture, for persuasion or command-a hand which had soul in its nervous lines. Craig was handsomer in a more com? monplace way. His older sisters had dubbed him a "girl runner" at fifteen, He was the "masher" par excellence of his college class. At twenty-five he was still so fascinating with his elegant fig? ure, his large blue eyes and exquisite golden mustache that his pert little Cousin Clare had declared only that morning that any girl who married Alan might expect to share him with womankind in general, adding that for her part she believed in monopoly in the marriage contract All of which meant that Clare in her way was also in love with her cousin. Craig and Forsyth walked slowly along the beach. They had been great chums, and they did not dream that the three years of separation which had fol? lowed their graduation from college had brought any changes whic> "xrald affect their friendship. Nothing indeed could do that unless it was a love affair. It was perhaps the consciousness of this which caused Craig's abrupt question concerning the state of Forsyth's affec? tions. "This is a sort of lotos land, Alan," was the newcomer's remark presently. ? 'Blank ocean and mere sky*-that is what Tve been longing for. I am wearied ont with people and things. How I shall enjoy this emptiness-with you!" A quizzical smile crossed Craig's face, "Well, certainly we are not crowded hereat the beach. But I suspect you'll have to admit a good deal besides 'blank ocean and mere sky* into your life dur? ing the next month or so-duck shoot? ing, for instance." "Have you a houseful of company?" Forsyth inquired, with a sort of dis? may. "Well, my married sisters' friends keep coming and going, and my Cousin Clare-you remember her?-she is the Miss Craig now, and a more terrible child at eighteen than she was at fifteen. But the worst of it is, Victor," added Alan, with sudden seriousness, "yon and I are the only men in the family, and we cant expect much time off duty." "Then society has even invaded the lonely strip of coast?" was the mournful comment. "Bless me, man, how else came the railroad and telegraph, and tte villas, and the lawns arid-Lucille Eliot ai her friend!** "Yes, I might have known. " "But it is good society. Comfort yoi self with that. Miss Eliot is beautifr ! rich, rather serious in style. And h friend, Hope Armadale" I "Does language fail to describe hei I asked Forsyth with quiet irony as Ora I paused abruptly in his description. "Yes, it does-that is, any langua; j I can command. She is very fascina j mg." i "Ah, so? Alan Crcig's hour has strut ! then?" "You and 1 won't joke on the subjec Victor. 1-1-don't ihink I've a gho of a chance with Miss Armadale. Eve: man at the beach is more or less in lo1 with her." t "And she?" ! "Wait until you see her. She is * dine with us this evening." "A formal dinner?" sighed Forsyth. "Grot np in your honor, my philo opher. But here is Craig cottage turning toward the spacious Queen Am villa that stood in dull red outlin* against the gray sky, with clumps < bine hydrangeas massed in the center < the ?mooth green lawn. "It is scarce! five o'clock," he added, "and I propo: to smuggle you into your quarters ar ? leave yon alone Tin til seven." ! "Thanks," said Forsyth, adding. * j little knew into what a vortex I wi plunging. It is fortunate that I have dress suit" "The 'vortex* will do you good," wi the reply. "In a month those two si? nificant lines between your eyebrow will have disappeared. No, no, Victo: it is too soon for ns to begin to grow old. Forsyth found himself established i a chamber overlooking the sea, wit dressing room attached. His cases ha been opened and toilet articles arrang?e his steamer trunk unpacked, the coi tents placed in the wardrobe with soot i ing dexterity by an accomplished valel and an hour remained to him before h must dress. He had not taken this wearisome j om ney for the sake of studying dinner card I and doing the agreeable to his next neigt I bor. He felt bored in advance, and spen I the time wondering how he could con j trive to cut short his visit And as h sat by the open window listening to th ! beat of the waves against the rocks h could hear from time to time in the in tervening silence the thud of a te rmi racket, a succession of rapid soprano ea carnations and baritone protests, an? finally the laughter of the chorus. "For heaven's sake," he muttered, "i this same sort of thing going on still Has Alan kept at it steadily for the thre past years?" By and by silence fell The tenni players had dispersed. It was half ai hour before dinner, i Promptly at seven Craig tapped at hi ; friend's door, and they went toge the: j through the winding corridors, dowi : the broad stairs. The fading summe: I daylight mingled with the soft glow o ! shaded lamps, and the damp salt ai: made the scent of burning pine knot jpatefnl. "What are yon going to do with me? Forsyth asked. "You will see. My sister is 011I3 waiting our appearance to give the sig nal for dinner." Mrs. Macy, a handsome blond, lik< her brother Alan, held out a cordia hand sparkling with costly rings. "Welcome home and to Craig cot tage, Mr. Forsyth." "How do? I shall examine you later,' from Clare Craig, extending one finge: tip as she glanced with big black eyef over her bare shoulders- and returned tc her companion's story. "Kiss Eliot, permit me-Mr. Forsyth.' Forsyth found himself bowing silent! j for the third time, with the oppressive sense of the necessity of pulling himseli together and doing the agreeable. Miss Eliot ceased moving her fan. She wore a contented smile, as though life on the whole was a very pleasant af? fair, while in her large? blue eyes was a latent wonder as to whether there might not be in existence some possibili? ties not compassed by dinners and drives and sails and calls. The dinner signal was given, and For? syth and Miss Eliot were drifting tc their places among the sixteen others who assembled around the table with the centerpiece of ferns, the branching silver candlesticks, the thin stemmed glasses, and over all the becoming rose colored light. Of course, as the soup in the royal Worcester plates and the ices in the cut glass cups came and went, they talked about Indian Beach, and then about Berlin, about undertows and thronerooms, all in the subdued way of people who are bound to keep up this sort of thing, as the resigned dog keeps np the tread upon the platform which j is attached to the churn. Suddenly-Forsyth had really become j a little interested in his conversation, ; Miss Eliot was so calm, so unaffected, ! so intelligent - suddenly, therefore, j warming somewhat in his own talk, he sat upright and glanced, as he was ; speaking, down the table. Craig sat at ! the end, and on his left was a lady upon ' whom Victor Forsyth's intense eyes rested for a moment-just a moment, from which his whole after life bore the j impression, as flesh bears a scar. The ; lady was leaning forward speaking to i some one opposite. Being on the same side with Forsyth, it was her side face : that he saw. She had the low Greek : brow, but nc straight Greek line from j eyes to chin had ever the seduction that ; lurked in this slight inward curving i profile, the delicate, spirited nostrils, the ! babyish mouth, the protruding chin, the ? swelling throat, the bare shoulders. j Her dress was of the simplest-soft ' creamy silk gathered about her form as if to merely drape it She wore no ! jewels or ornaments; her dark brown ; hair was twisted to conform to the shape j of her head, a fringy ring or two straying j opon her forehead, curling against the ! white nape pf her neck. : "As she ceased speaking she moved j backward out of ranga of Forsyth's fas j cinating eyes. He recovered himself, as i if a mesmeric influence had suddenly been removed. "The young lady who was driving with yon this afternoon-is at the table, I think," he stammered. ".Miss Armadale-yes, sne is nere. ?l is my guest this summer," returned Mi Eliot with calm surprise. "True. Mr. Craig mentioned yoi names. I had just come in by the tra: as you drove to the station," persist? Forsyth. "I know. We were forewarned < your arrival, of course, on account of th dinner." "Craig and I are old friends," sai Forsyth vaguely. If Miss Eliot had been very brilliai herself she would have wondered pe haps that Victor Forsyth, of whom si had heard so much, did not appear moi brilliant. She was rather relieved i his quiet way. She had already said 1 herself: "He is a very nice fellow. 23 one would suspect he was worth half million. Now," she added mentally "it will be a pity if he, too, is going da over Hope Armadale. She has destroye Alan's peace of mind, and that is enougl though he is such a flirt." The dinner went on; Forsyth had o longer but one idea. It was to gain ai other look at the enchanting face th? had appeared and disappeared. Furtiv< almost feverish, he watched the end c the table. He could see that Craig ha eyes and thoughts only for the lady tx side him. At times a moody look cam over his handsome face which Forsyt never remembered to have seen thei before. But Miss Armadale did nc come fairly within range again. When they rose from the table Foi syth had but one motive. It was to ge presented to Miss .Armadale. F?rtha reason he devoted himself to Lucill Eliot as the most likely means of ax compHshing his purpose. But Craig an Miss Armadale had disappeared fror, the drawing room. Forsyth though the figure in the long white cloak wbic passed and repassed the windows o: Craig's arm was she, but he had no e^ cuse for joining them* Presently there was a strong touch o: the keyboard of the piano, gliding int a measured waltz. The servants wer rolling np the long rugs thatcovere* the hardwood floors, and setting th chairs against the wall. Some one wa inviting Miss Eliot to waltz. Shoes cnsed herself to Forsyth, and he rc main ed standing watching the doox Two or three couples were moving t slow waltz time np and down the floor Forsyth's attention was caught by som one clapping their hands together smart ly and calling ont in a peremptory way "Faster!" It was Hope Armadale. She and Crai< had entered by a side door, and stoo< together at the extreme end of the lon; room. She had a bunch of blue violet in her bosom, which Forsyth was sun she had not worn at dinner. Had sh just accepted them from Craig? Wa he her lover? He was placing his am about her waist. Forsyth had neve: before seen "poetry" in a woman's mo tion. His senses swam as Hope Arma dale came flying past him. "For pity's sake, Mr. Victor Forsyth have you left -your manners in Ger many? Don't you see there aren' dancing men enough to go round?" I was Clare Craig in blue wrap and sil ve: bangles, who had come np to him un perceived. "But, Miss Clare-I don't waltz." "Ridiculous. Come!" She seized hi hand. "Hold me tighter. You are t great deal too tall for me." "No matter. We are getting on al right." "Of course we are." "And-when you are through witt me, won't you introduce me to the tall est lady in the room?' "The tallest lady, Hope Armadale?" "Yes." "Of course I will, just to tease Alan.' "Is" - Forsyth'8 heartbeats almost choked him-"is Alan engaged to Mire Annadale?" "He'd like to be." Forsyth could have hugged the elfish Clare for the comfort of her saucj words. # "Come," she said, suddenly stopping midway in a revolution, disengaging herself and catching her small hands around her partner's arm. "Alan has I gone for her cloak or something. Now is your chance. Mr. Forsyth wants te ? waltz with you, Hope, .-because you're tall," she went on, all in a breath. "1 I don't show him off enough," she was j saying. Then her hands were unclasped, j and she was gone. Forsyth was murmuring something I about "pleasure." He had partial con I trol of his words, none whatever of his j eyes, which looked exaltingly into Hope ! Armadale's! j "We tall people can sympathize with j each other," she said. "If height is-a bond Ox sympathy, blessed be my many inches," laughed Forsyth. "Will yon give me one turn?" "Mr. Craig has just gone for the car j riage. We promised Mrs. Eliot to come home early." "One turn," repeated Forsyth be j tween entreaty and command. Miss Armadale rose, half undecided, ! but still she rose. He held her innis j arms. They caught the time, which the musician quickened when he saw that Miss Armadale was dancing again. Forsyth's protest to Clare was an af? fectation. He waltzed superbly. The pair moved in swift smooth circles, as though by a single will. Forsyth knew this-knew that the will they moved by was his. He breathed the odor of the blue violets in Hope Armadale's bosom, and it suffocated him. He was sure Craig had placed the flowers there. He could almost have snatched them away and scattered them underfoot. They were the last left dancing. "We must stop," Miss Armadale said. He obeyed her almost abruptly. They were face to face with Miss Eliot and Alan Craig. Miss Eliot had her wraps about her. She looked a little dis? turbed. "You are waiting for me," said Misi Armadale penitently. "You know that mamma is ill and alone with the servants." "What's that-when one is having a good time!" cried Clare Craig mock? ingly. "Clare!" said Alan gravely. "Oh, I'm speaking for people in general -not for myself. When I speak for myself it's as gool as a sermon," said the incorrigible girl.. ?''Let's have a cigar, Victor,** said Alan I Craig when the last guest had gone and the servants were putting out the lights. They went into the library together. ? pale, late tnoon looked in through the ! tall stained window, and they heard the rush of the tide without. "How did you come to dance with I Hope Armadale?" Craig asked abruptly at the end of several minutes of silence, in which both felt that something was ! brewing. His words had a hard, threat- ! ening sound. Forsyth hesitated before he said stub- j boraly, "1 suppose because 1 was de terznined to do it." And he added with I a sneer. "Is Miss Armadale private prop- j erty?" Craig's hand was clinched as it rested ? on the arm of his chair. "Let her alone, Victor," he said be- j twen his teeth, "if you care for my I friendship." Forsyth got up haughtily. "Have you a claim on Miss Armadale? j Yes or no?" he said angrily. Alan sprang to his feet also. Then his expression changed. He was an even tempered fellow on the whole. "We'll not quarrel tonight, Victor, it takes two to quarrel," he said. "I trust ; we shall never quarrel about a woman, i Bul;-we used to be confidential of old. ! I am ready to keep up the habit. And j so-I am going to tell you tliat about all I care for in the world is to win Hope Armadale." Forsyth winced. "1 wish you had not told me." "I've flirted with lots of girls, as you know," Craig went on. "I've fancied I myself in love several times, and have j discovered that I was mistaken. But | now I tell you frankly I am in for it. ? If I can't win Hope Armadale 1 shall go to the dogs. I am a different fellow since I've known her. Tve thought, you know, that 1 was irresistible!" with a i short, nervous laugh. "Well, now Tve ! no pride left-as you may judge from what I'm saying. I have just one desire, one determination, and that is to make myself necessary to that girl." Forsyth's face was stern and unsym? pathetic. "I suppose I ought to feel honored by your confidence, Craig; but, to tell the truth, there are some sentiments which men had better keep to themselves." The two were standing. The cold moonlight streamed through the stained window into the dimly lighted room. Their faces looked fierce and ghostly in the wan light. "Do you mean that we are to be ri? vals?" asked Craig slowly. "You have no reason to fear a book? worm like me," equivocated Forsyth contemptuously. "And besides, since you have set the example of confidence, I will tell you that my investments have failed; that 1 am no longer a rich man" A gleam of triumph crossed Craig's handsome face. "She has got .to marry a man with money-she has none," he said. "All right, then," retorted Forsyth fiercely; "she can choose between us." And he lighted his candle by the one burning on the table. "Come," he said, "let ns give up the struggle for tonight, and tomorrow-when I patch up some excuse for taking myself out of your house, and when afterward it is found that I have not left the beach after all, you will understand that it is best to let my reasons stand unchallenged." "One word more," said Craig. "Miss Armadale has as good as accepted ma I have no right really to tell this. But tonight-on the piazza, after dinner, I said irrevocable words-to which she listened without dissent If you-should -cut me ont, Forsyth, you can have the satisfaction of knowing that in her heart she has already accepted me." "Forewarned is forearmed," said For? syth, moving to the door. And for the first time in their eight years of friend? ship he felt a sense of superiority to his friend-that superiority in things in? tellectual which tells even in a contest for a woman's heart. [TO BE CONTINUED.] MUST FACE DANttEES. THUS OUR SOULS GROW AND OUR MISSIONS ARE FULFILLED. . Reflections on the Uselessness of Shallow Water Explorer?-Where Should the Blame Rest For Many Fallares?-The Re? sponsibility of Paternity* What would be thought of a ship that was launched from its docks with flour? ish of music and flowing wine, built to sail the roughest and deepest sea, yet manned for an unending cruise along shore? Never leaving harbor for dread of storm. Never swinging out of the land girt bay because, over the bar, the j waters were deep and rough. You ? would say of such a ship that its captain j was a coward and the company that j built it were fools. And yet these souls of ours were I fashioned for bottomless soundings. ! There is no created thing that draws j as deep as the soul of man; our life lies I straight across the ocean and not along shore, but we are afraid to venture; we ? bang upon the coast and explore shal? low lagoons or swing at anchor in idle bays. Some of us strike the keel into riches and cruise about therein, like men-of-war in a narrow river. Some of us are contented all our days to ride at anchor in the becalmed waters of self? ish ease. There are guns at every port? hole of the ship we sail, but we use them for pegs to hang clothes upon or pigeonholes to stack full of idle hours. We shall never smell powder, although the magazine is stocked with holy wrath wherewith to* fight the devil and his deeds. When I see a man strolling along I at his ease, while under his very nose j some brute is maltreating a horse, or some coward venting his ignoble wrath upon a creature more helpless than he, whether it be a child or a dog, I involun? tarily think of a double decked whaler content to fish for minnows. Their uselessness in the world is more appar? ent than the uselessness of a Cunarder in a park pond. What did God give you muscle and girth and brain forif^not to launch you on the high seas? TJp and away with j yon then into the deep soundings where yon belong, ? belittled soul! Find the work to do for which you were fit? ted and do it, or else ron yourself on the first convenient snag and founder. Some great writer has said that we ought to begin life as at the source of a river, growing deeper every league to the sea, whereas, in fact, thousands enter the river at its month and sail inland, finding less and less water ev? ery day, until in old age they lie shrunk and gasping upon dry ground. But there are more who do not sail at all than there are of those who make the mistake of sailing up stream. There are the women who devote their lives to the petty business of pleasing worth- I less men. What progress do they make even inland? With sails set and brassy stanchions polished to the similitude of gold, they hover a lifetime chained to a dock and decay of their own useless? ness at last, like keels that are mud slugged, it is not the most profitable thing in the world to please. Suppose it shall please the inmates of a bedlam house to see yon set fire to your clothing and burn to death, or break your bones one by one upon a rack, or otherwise destroy your bodily parts that the poor lunatics might be entertained. Would it pay to be pleasing to such an audi? ence at such a sacrifice? We were put into this world with a clean way bill for another port than this. Across the ocean of life our way lies, straight to the harbor of the city of gold. We are freighted with a consignment from roomage hold to keep which is bound to be delivered sooner or later at the great Master's wharf. Let us be alert, then, to recognize the seriousness of our own destinies and content ourselves no longer with shallow soundings. Spread the sails, weigh the anchor and point the prow for the country that lies the other side of a deep and restless sea. Sooner or later the voyage must be made; let us make it, then, while the timber is stanch and the rudder true. When you look at a picture and find it good or bad, as the case may be, whom do you praise or blame, the owner of the picture or the artist who painted it? When you hear a strain of music and are either lifted to heaven or cast into the other place by its harmonies or its discord, whom do you thank or curse for the benefaction or the infliction, whichever it may have proved to be, the man who wrote the score or the mu? sic dealer who sold it? You go to a restaurant and order spring chicken which turns out to be the primeval fowl. Who is to blame, the waiter who serves it or the business man of the concern who does the marketing? And so when you encounter the bad boy, whom do you hold responsible for his badness, the boy himself or the mother who trained him ? I declare, as I look about me from day to day and see the men and women who play so poor a part in life, it is not the poverty of their per? formance that astonishes me sc much as the fact that it is as good as it is. With the parents that many boys and girls have and the training they receive 1 am perfectly amazed that they ever attain to even half way respectability. Did you ever stop to think, I wonder, what an awful responsibility is laid upon you with every child given to your home? If you appreciate the risk and take the responsibility 1 shouldn't think yon would find much time for other callings. A man who is drawing up the plans for a new house attends to j his business closely and doesn't go ol on many picnics or sail over seas in pursuit of pleasure while his plans are ] pending. A man who has entered a young horse for the Derby spends most of his time training the colt. He doesn't loaf about town or read novels or lie abed late; he is alert and on hand if he expects to win the race. Carelessness and indifference never brought a win ning horse under the wire yet.-Amber | in Chicago Herald. A Rival to Oak. The representative of a well known firm of builders informs me that he be? lieves that he has hit upon a discovery in a Borneo wood called "bilian." It bas a very close grain and in appear? ance is not unlike ebony, more especial? ly after exposure to the air. Its main i virtue, however, consists in its break? ing strain, which is greater even than that of English oak. Moreover, .*bil ian" is not a particularly heavy wood, since it onlyweighs 60 pounds per cubic foot, against the 80 pounds of boxwood. Further, it seems remarkably free from the propensity to swell in water, and so would be extremely useful for subaque? ous piles, besides being most suitable for beams and uprights in domestic ar? chitecture.-London Cor. Manchester Courier. Fun In Haine. Tears have often been shed over the partiality of the red ear at the husking, although nobody up to date has ques? tioned that kissing should go by favor, but we see by the report of a Vassal boro husking bee, in the Waterville Mail, that for once the old rule was set aside, and the ideas of some of our so? cialistic friends as to "fare and fare alike" got in their work, for "no mat? ter how reserved in manners or how fas? tidious and how short the acquaintance, every woman was smacked, and it was hard to tell who acted the worse, the boys or that portion of the assembly made up of the older men, the bald headed men or old bachelors."-Lewis? ton Journal. Shooting a Burglar. The story told of a great man and very learned judge is related by an ear witness to the followingeffect: Mr. Justice Willes j was asked, "If I look into my drawing ! room an cf see a burglar packing np the clock, and he cannot see me, what ought I to do?" He replied as nearly as may be: "My advice to you, which I give as a man, as a lawyer and as an English judge, is as follows: In the supposed circumstances this is what you have a right to do, andi am by no means sure that it is not your duty to do it: Take a double barreled gun, carefully load both barrels, and then, without attracting the burglar's attention, aim steadily at his heart and shoot him dead.,"-Saturday. Review. A Cotton Factory to Supplant the Bath Paper Mill. The purchasers of rhe Bath Paper Mills have determined to convert the property into a cotton factory. The Bath Paper Mills, it will be re? membered, was purchased at public auction on Salesday in December for $10,100 by Messrs F. Henderson H. M. Dibble and John Gary Evans, Since theo Messrs. Charles Estes. Presi? dent of the. King Mill, and Mr. Thomas Barrett, of the Langley Manufacturing Company, have each purchased a one fifth interests in the Paper Mill Com? pany's mill. These gentlemen made an appli? cation to the Secretary of the State of South Carolina for the incorporation of a cotton factory. The amount of stock to be sub? scribed, as specified in the application is not less than $300,000 or ni?re than $1.000.000. The company will? be thoroughly organized and the officers elected jnst as soon as the charter is granted. The new owners do not intend to re? model or enlarge the old building as was contemplated, but they will tear down the old dilapidated structure and build a modern building suitable for all the purposes of a cotton factory. The capacity of the mill for the present will be 15,000 spindles, but it is ex? pected that that number will be largely increased after the factory is well estab? lished. The factory will be run by water power furnish by Horse Creek, that noble stream which is now being utilized in turning the wheels of Vaucluse, G ran i te vi Ile and Langley, and which will turn the wheels of the new enterprise. . It will very likely be called the Aiken Cotton Mills Only- the best grade and quality of yarn goods mooing from numbers 28 to 40, will be made. The location of the company's offices will be determined on by the stockhold? ers. Of course bar Aiken stockholders will use their best efforts to have the company's offices ideated here. The manufacturing of paper has not proven a profitable investment in Aiken County, but the manufacturing of cot? ton has, and it is hoped this new enter? prise will not prove an exception. Success to the new enterprise.-Aiken Journal and Review. Hotel Dispensaries. Boles and regulations governing ho? tels ceiling liquor, under Section 21 of the dispensary law : First. The manager of the hotel after giving the required bond, must receive a written appointment as as? sistant to the dispenser from whom . said liquors are obtained. Second. He will use the request books for orders from guests the same ss though purchased at the dispensary, and the sales must conform in every respect to the requirement of the law, j especially as ro crossing out the labels, and writing the requests, using ink in j ail cases. Third. No liquors shall be sold ex? cept by the bottle. Fourth. The prices on the wine card must be those charged at the dispensary. Fifth. He will obtaio the liquors or wine by the case from the dispenser and report all sales, and pay over the amount due each day, getting new re? quest book whenever needed and turn? ing them over to the dispenser as fast as filled. Sixth. No liquor shall be sold to any one bnt " bona fide" guests of the hotel, whose names are on the register. Seventh. Sales to minors or to men already intoxicated are forbidden and no second sales shall be made to any g nest who becomes intoxicated. LC27-A ESS "AMOUNT OP HONEY Is lost annually by parties purchasing worth? less fruit trees, roses, Ac. Get them from a firm that grows their own trees, sends ont nothing but good stock and sells at reason? able prices. We want the address of every farmer or gardener in yonr section and will make you a liberal offer, write for particulars and prices at once, send stamp for descriptive Catalogue. Agents wanted everywhere. Address, CHEROKEE NURSERY CO., Waycross, Ga. (Mention this Paper.) Notice? No Hack-Drivers, Hotel Porters or News? boys are allowed on the Passenger Depot Platform while Passenger Trains are at the Station. B. K. DELORME, Agent, C. S. AN. R. R. JOS. F. RHAME. WM. C. DAVIS. RHAME & DAVIS, ATTORNEYS AT LAW; MANNING, S. . C. Attend to busioess in any part of the State Practice in ?. S. Courts. Sept. 21-x. DM JIMMI DENTIST. Office OVER BROWN A BROWN'S STORE, Entrance on Main Street Between Brown A Brown and Durant A Son. OFFICE HOURS; 9 to 1.30; 2 to 5 o'clock. April 9. 2 OSBORNES COLLEGE, Augusta,Ga. One of the most coro ticte Institutinns m the South. Actual Business. College Currency. Many graduates in good paying positions. Full course, 4 months. Shorthand and Typewriting alsc aught. Free trial lessons. S?nd for circu?'?-. ?