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?HE SUMTER WATCHMAN, Katabiished April,.1850. "Be Just and Fear not-Let all the Ends thou Aims't at, be thy Country's, thy God's and Truth's." THE TRUE SO?THKON, Established Jone, 136 Consolidated Aug. 2,1881. SUMTER, S. C., WEDNESDAY, MAY 8, 1895. Xew Series-Vol. XIV. No. 41 % sri* Sou?ljro?t. Pnblisisi Every Wednesday, JXT. O. Osteen, SUMTER, S. C. TERMS : Two Dollars per anoum-in advance. AD TERTISEIISKT: One Square first insertion.$1 00 Every subs?quent insertion........ ~?. 50 Contracts for three months, or longer will be made at reduced rates. All communications which subserve private interests will be charged foras advertisements. Obituaries and tributes of respect will be eharged for. CHAPTER IV. THE STOBT OF THE BALD-HEADED MAN. We followed the Indian down the sordid and common passage, ill lit and worse furnished, until he came to a door upon the right, which he threw open. A blaze of yellow light streamed ont upon ns, and in the center of the glare there stood a small man with a very high head, a "bristle of red hair all round the fringe of it, and a bald shining Scalp, which shot out from.among it like a mountain peak from fir trees. He writhed his hands together as he stood, and his features were in a perpetual jerk, now smiling, now scowling, but never for an instant in repose. Nature had given h?TP a pendulous lip, and a too visible line of yellow and irregular teeth, which he .strove feebly to conceal by constantly passing his hand over the lower part of his face. In spite ?* his obtrusive baldness, he gave the impres? sion of youth. In point of fact he had just turned his thirtieth year. "Your servant, Miss Mors tan," he kept repeating in a thin, high voice. "Your servant, gentlemen. Pray step into my little sanctum. A small place, miss, but furnished to my own liking. An oasis of art in the howling desert of South London." We were all astonished by the ap? pearance of the apartment into which he invited us. In that sorry house it looked as out of place as a diamond of the first water in a setting of brass. The richest and glossiest of curtains and tapestries draped the walls, looped back here and there to expose some richly mounted painting or Oriental vase. The carpet was of amber and black, so soft and so thick that the foot sank pleasantly into it, as into a bed of moss. Two great tiger-skins thrown athwart it increased the sug? gestion of eastern luxury, as did a huge hookah which stood upon a mat in the corner. A lamp in the fashion of a silver dove was hung from an almost invisible golden wire in thc center of the room. As it burned it filled the air with a subtle and aromatic odor. "Mr. Thaddeus Sholto," said the little man, still jerking and smiling. "That is my name. You are Miss Mors tan, of course. And these gentlemen-" "This is Mr. Sherlock Holmes, and this Dr. Watson." "A doctor, eh?" cried he, much ex? cited. "Have you your stethoscope? Might I ask you-would you have the kindness? I have grave doubts as to my mitral valve, if you would be so very good. The aortic I may rely upon, but I should value your opinion upon the mitral." 1 listened to his heart as requested, but was unable to find anything amiss, save indeed that he was in an ecstasy of fear, for he shivered from head to foot. "It appears to be normal, ' I said. "You have no cause for uneasi? ness." "You will excuse my ansiety, Miss j Morsta.ru" he remarked, airily. "I am ! a great sufferer, and I have long had suspicions as to that valve. I am de? lighted to hear that they are unwar? ranted- Had your father, Miss Mor stan, refrained from throwing a strain upon his heart he might have been alive now." ?- could have struck the mau across the face, so hot was I at this callous and off-hand reference to so delicate a matter Miss Morstan sat down ano her face grew white to the lips. "I knew in my heart that he was dead," i said she. "I can give you every information," said he, "and, what is more, I can do you justice; and I will, too, whatever Brother Bartholomew may say. I am so glad to have your friends here, not only as an escort to you, but also as witnesses to what I am about to do and say. The three of us can show a bold front to Brother Bartholomew. But let us have no outsiders-no police or ofd cials. We can settle everything satis? factorily among ourselves, without any into: f ero nee. Nothing would annoy Brother Bartholomew more than any publicity'." He sat down upon a low settee and blinked at us inquiringly with his weah, watery blue eves. "For my part." said Holmes, "what? ever you may choose to say will go no further." I nodded to show my agreement. "That is well! That is well!" said he' "May I offer you a glass of Chianti, Miss Morstan? Or of Tokay? I keep no other wines. Shall I open a flask? No? Well, then, I trust that you have no objection to tobacco smoke, to the mild balsamic odor of the eastern to? bacco. I am a little nervous, and I find my hookah an invaluable sedative." He applied a taper to the great bowl, and the smoke bubbled merrily through the rose water. We sat all three in a semicircle, with our heads advanced, and our chins upon our hands, while the strange, jerky little fellow, with his high, shining head, puffed uneasily in the center. "When I first determined to make this communication to you." said he, "I might have given you my address, but I feared that you might disregard my request and bring unpleasant peo? ple with you. I took the liberty, there? fore, of making an appointment in such a way that my man Williams might be able to see you first. I have complete confidence in his discretion, and he had orders, if he were dissatisfied, to pro? ceed no further in the matter. You will excuse these precautions, but I a:n a man of somewhat retiring, and I might even say refined, tastes, and there is nothing more unassthetic than a policeman. I have a natural shrink? ing from all forms of rough material? ism. I seldom come in contact with the rough crowd. I live, as you see, with some little atmosphere of ele? gance around rae. I may call myself a patron of the arts. It is my weakness. The landscape is a genuine Carot, and, though a connoisseur might perhaps throw a doubt upon that Salvator Rosa, there cannot be the least question about the Bouguereau. I am partial to the modern French school." "You will excuse me. Mr. Sholto," said Miss Morstan. "but I am here at your request to learn something which you desire to tell me. It is very late, and I should desire the interview to be as short as possible." "At the best it must take some time." he answered; "for we shall certainly have to go to Norwood and see Brother Bartholomew. Yve shall all go and try if we can get the better of Brother Bartholomew. He is very angry with me .or taking the course which has seemed right to me. I had quite high words with him last night. You can? not imagine what a terrible fellow he is when he is angry." "If we are to go to Norwood it would perhaps be as weU to start at once," I ventured to remark. He laughed until his ears were quite red. 4That would hardly do," he cried. "I don't know what he would say if I "THAT WOULD HARDLY DO," HE CRIED. brought you in that sudden way. No, I must prepare you by showing you ' how we all stand to each other. In the first place, I must tell you that there are several points in the story of which ? am myself ignorant. I can only lay the facts before you as far as I fctaow I them myself. j "My father was, as you may have guessed, Maj. John Sholto. once of the Indian army. He retired some eleven years ago, and came to live at Pondi cherry lodge in Upper Norwood. He had prospered in India, and brought back with him a considerable sum of money, a large collection of valuable curiosities and a staff of native serv j ants. With these advantages he bought ! himself a house and lived ir. great lux? ury. My twin brother Bartholomew and I were the only children. "1 very well remember the sensation which was caused by the disappear? ance of Capt Morstan. We read the de tai] s in the papers, and, knowing that he had been a friend of our fa? ther's, we discussed the case freely in his presence. He used to join in our speculations as to what could have hap? pened. Never for an instant did we suspect that he had the whole secret hidden in his own breast-that of all men he alone knew the fate of Arthur Morste? n. "We did know, however, that some mystery-some positive danger-over? hung our father. He was very fearful of going out alone, and he always em? ployed two prize fighters to act as por? ters at Pondicherry lodge. Williams, who drove you to-night, was one of them. He was once light-weight cham pion of England. Our father would ne^ver tell us what it was that he feared, but he had a most marked aversion to men with wooden legs. On one occa? sion he actually fired his revolver at a wooden-legired man, who proved to be a harmless tradesman canvassing for orders. Wc had to pay a large sum to hush the matter np. My brother and I ; used t.? think this a mere whim of my j father's, but events haw- since led us j to change our opinion, j "Early in 1SS2 ray father received a ; letter from india which was a great J shock to him. He nearly fainted at the ; breakfast table when he opened it, and j from that day he sickened to his death. What was in the letter wc could never discover, bat 1 coul \ se?' as he held it that it was short and written in a scrawling hand. He had suffered for years from an njnrged spleen, but he now became rapidly worse.and towards the end of April wa were informed that he was beyond all hope, and that he wished to make a last communication to us. "When we entered his room he wa: propped np with pillows and breathing heavily. He besought us to lock th< door and to come upon either side o: the bed. Then, grasping our hands, h< made a remarkable statement to us, ii a voice which was broken as much b-\ emotion as by pain. I shall try .an< give it to you in his own very words. " 'I have only one thing,' he said. Vilich weighs upon my mind at thii supreme moment. It is my treatmeni of poor Morstan's orphan. The cursec greed which has been my besetting sii through life has withheld from he: the treasure, half at least of whicl should have been hers. And yet I hav< made no use of it myself-so blind anc foolish a thing is avarice. The me? feeling of possession has been so deai to me that I could not bear to share il with another. See that chaplet tipped with pearls beside the quinine bottle' Even that I could not bear to part with, although I had got it out witt the design of sending it to her. You, my sons, will give her a fair share oi the Agra treasure. But send her noth? ing-not even the chapletr-until I arr gone. After all, men have been as bad as this and have recovered. " T will tell you how Morstan died, he continued. 'He had suffered foi years from a weak heart, but he con? cealed it from everyone. I alone knew it. When in India, he and I, through a remarkable chain of circumstances, came into possession of a considerable treasure. I brought it over to Eng? land, and on the night of Morstan's ar? rival he came straight over here tc claim his share. He walked over from the station, and was admitted by my faithful old Lal Chowdar, who is now dead. Morstan and I had a difference of opinion as to the division of the treasure, and we came to heated words. Morstan had sprung out of his chair in a paroxysm of anger, when he sudden? ly pressed his hand to his side, his face turned a dusky hue, and he fell back? wards, cutting his head against the corner of the treasure-chest. When I stooped over him I found, to my horror, that he was dead. "'For a long time I sat half dis? tracted, wondering what I should do. My first impulse was, of course, to caU for assistance; but I could not but ! recognize that there was every chance j that I would be accused of his murder. ! His death at the moment of a quarrel, ! and the gash in his head, would be black against me. Again, an official 1 inquiry could not be made without ! bringing out some facts about the ! treasure, which I was particularly anxious to keep secret. He had told me that no soul upon earth knew where he had gone. There seemed to be no necessity why any soul ever should know. " 'I was still pondering over the mat? ter, when, looking up, I saw my serv? ant, Lal Chowdar, in the doorway. He stole in, and bolted the door behind him. "Do not fear, sahib,'" he said. "No one need know that you have killed him. Let us hide him away, and who is the wiser?" "I did not kill him," said L Lal Chowdar shook his head, and smiled. "I heard it all, sahib," said he. "I heard you quarrel, and I heard the blow. Dut my lips are sealed. All are asleep in the house. Let us put him away together." That was enough to decide me. If my own servant could not believe my inno ! cence. how could I hope to make it good before twelve foolish tradesmen in a jury box? Lal Chowdar and I dis ? posed of the body that night, and I within a few days the London papers ! were full of the mysterious disappear ; ance of Capt. Morstan. You will see j from what I say that I can hardly be I blamed in the matter. My fault lies, in the fact that we concealed, not only the body, but also the treasure, and that 1 have clung to Morstan's share as well as to my own. I wish you, therefore, to make restitution. Put your ears down to my mouth. The treasure is hidden in-' At this instant a horrible change came over his expression; his eyes stared wildly, his jaw dropped, and he ! yelled in a voice I can never forget: j 'Keep him out! For Christ's sake keep him out!' We beth stared round at the window behind us upon which his gaze was fixed. A face was looking in at us out of the darkness. We could see the whitening of the nose where it was pressed against the glass. It was a [ bearded, hairy face, with wild, cruel e\*es and an expression of concentrated malevolence. My brother and I rushed towards the window, but the man was gone. When we returned to my father his head had dropped and his pulse had ceased to beat. "We searched the garden that night, but found no sign of the intruder, save that just under the window a single footmark was visible in the flower-bed. ! But for that one trace, we might nave thought that our imaginations had con? jured up that wild, fierce face. Wre soon, however, had another and more striking proof that there were secret agencies at work all around us. The window of my father's room was found open in the morning, his cupboardsand ! boxes had Wer. rifled, and upon Iiis i shest was fixed a torn piece of paper, with the words 'The sign of the four' scrawled across it. What the phrase meant, or who our secret visitor may have been, wc never knew. As f ir as we can judge, none of my fathers property had been actually stolen, though everything ?tail been turned out. My brother and I naturally asso ! ciated thus peculiar incident with thc j fear which haunted my father during his Hf.-: but it is still a complete mys? tery to us." The little man stopped to relight his hookah, and puffed thoughtfully for a few moments. We had all sat absorbed, listening to his extraordinary narra? tive. At the short account of her fa? ther's death Miss Morstan had turned* deadly white,-and for a moment "I feared that she ivas about to faint. She rallied, however, on drinking- a glass of water which I quietly poured out for her from a Venetian carafe upon the side table. Sherlock Holmes leaned back in his chair with an abstracted expression and the lids drawn low over his glittering epes. As I glanced at him I could not but think how on that very day he had complained bit? terly of the commonplaceness of life. Here, at least, was a problem which would tax his sagacity to the utmost. Mr. Thaddeus Sholto looked from one to the other of us with, an obvious pride at the effect which his story had pro? duced, and then continued between the puffs of his overgrown pipe. "My brother and I," said he, " were, as you may imagine, much excited as to the treasure which my father had spoken of. For weeks and for months THE LITTLE MAN SHOPPED TO LIGHT HTS HOOKAH. we dug and delved in every part of the garden, without discovering its where? abouts. It was maddening to think that the hiding place was on his very lips at the moment that he died. We could judge the splendor of the missing riches by the chaplet which he bad taken out. Over this chaplet my brother Bartholomew and I had some little discussion. The pearls were evi? dently of great value, and he was averse to part with them, for, between friends, my brother was himself a lit? tle inclined to my father's fault. He thought, too, that if we parted with, the chaplet it might give rise to gossip, and finally bring us into trouble. It was all that I could do to persuade him to let me find out Miss Morstan's ad? dress and send her a detached pearl at fixed intervals, so that, at least, she might never feel destitute." '*It was a kindly thought," said our companion, earnestly. "It was ex? tremely good of .you." The little man waved his hand dep? recatingly. "We were your trustees," he said. "That was the view which I took of it, though Brother Bartholo? mew could not altogether see it in that Light. Wc had plenty of money our? selves. I desired no more. Besides, it would have been such bad taste to have treated a young lady in so scurvy a. fashion. 'Le mauvais gout men? au 2rime.' The French have a very neat way of putting these things. Our dif? ference of opinion on this subject went i so far that I thought it best to set up rooms for myself; so I left Pondicherry lodge, taking the old khitrnutgar and Williams with me. Yesterday, how? ever, I learned that an event of ex? treme importance has occurred. The treasure has been discovered. I in? stantly communicated with Miss Mor? otai!, and it only remains for us to drive out to Norwood and demand our share. I explained my views last night to Brother Bartholomew: so we shall be expected, if not welcome, visitors." Mr. Thaddeus Sholto ceased, and sat twitching on his luxurious settee. We all remained silent, with our thoughts upon thc new development which the mysterious business had taken, iiolmes was the first to spring to his feet, "You have done well, sir. from first to last," said he. "It is possible that we may be able to make you some small return by throwing some light upon that which is still dark to you. But, as Miss Morstan remarked just now, it is late, and we had best put the matter through without delay." Our new acquaintance very delib? erately coiled up the tube of his hookah, and produced from behind a curtain a very long befrogged t > coat with Astrakhan collars and cuffs. This he buttoned tightly up, in spite of the extreme closeness of the night, and finished his attire by putting on a rab? bit-skin cap. with hanging lappets which covered the ears. so that no part of him was visible save his mobile and I peaky face. "My health is somewhat j fragile,"' he remarked, as he led the way down the passage. "I am com? pelled to be a valetudinarian." Our cab was awaiting us outside, and our programme was evidently prear? ranged, for the driver started off at once at a rapid pace. Thaddeus Sholto talked incessantly, in a voice which rose ! high above the rattle of the wheels. I "Bartholomew is a clever fellow.'1 ! Raia lie. "How do you think he found j out where tho treasure was? Lie had come t" the conclusion that it was ' somewhere indoors: so h ? worked out : all the cubic space <>f the house and 1 made measurements everywhere, so ; that ::<>t one ii!. . ?i should lu- unaccount- : ; ed for. Among other things, he found j : that the height "f the building was | : seventy-four feet, but on ad.ling to- | gcthcr the heights <>f all the separate , rooms, and making every allowance i r?ir the space between, which he as , certamed by borings, he could not i bring tlie total to more than seventy j feet. There were four feet unaccount ! ed for. These could only be at the top j of the building Ile kocked a hoie, therefore, in the lath-and-plaster ceil ing"?f the highest room," and There, sure enough, ne came upon another little garret above it, which had been sealed up and was known to no one. In the center stood the treasure-chest, resting upon two rafters. He lowered it through the hole, and there it lies. He computes the value of the jewels at not less than half a million sterling." At the mention of this gigantic sum we all stared at one another open-eyed. Miss Morstan, could we secure her rights, would change from a needy governess to the richest heiress in Eng? land. Surely it was the place of a loyal friend to rejoice at such news; yet I am ashamed to say that selfish? ness took me by the soul, and that my heart turned as heavy as lead within me. I stammered out some few halt? ing words of congratulation, and then sat downcast, with my head drooped, deaf to the babble of our new ac? quaintance. He was clearly a con? firmed hypochondriac, and I was dream? ily conscious that he was pouring forth interminable trains of symptoms, and imploring information "s to the com? position m and action of innumerable quack nostrums, some of which he bore about in a leather cass in his pocket. I trust he may not remember any of the answers which I gave him that night. Holmes declares that he overheard me caution him against the great danger of taking more than two drops of cas? tor oil, while I recommended strych? nine in large doses cs a sedative. How? ever that may be, I was certainly re? lieved when our cab pulled up with a jerk and the coachman sprang down to open the door. "This, Miss Morstan, is Pondicherry lodge," said Mr. Thaddeus Sholto, as he handed her out. CHAPTER V. THE TRAGEDY OF PONDICHERRY LODGE. It was nearly eleven o'clock when we reached this final stage of our night's adventures. We had left the damp fog of the great city behind us, and the night was fairly fine. A warm wind blew from the westward, and heavy clouds moved slowly across the sky, with half a moon peeping occasionally through the rifts. It was clear enough to see for some distance, but Thaddeus Sholto took down one of the side-lamps from the carriage to give us a better light upon our way. Pondicherry lodge stood in its own grounds, and was girt round with a very high stone wall topped with broken glass. A single narrow iron clamped door formed the only means of entrance. On this our guide knocked with a peculiar postman-like rat-tat. "Who is there?" cried a gruff voice from within. "It is I. McMurdo. You surely know my knock by this time." There was a grumbling sound and a clanking and jarring of keys. Th? door swung heavily back, and a short, deep-chested man stood in the opening with the yellow light of the lantern shining upon his protruded face and twinkling, distrustful eyes. "That you, Mr. Thaddeus? But who are the others? I had nc orders about them "from my master." "No, McMurdo? You surprise me! I told my brother last night that I should bring some friends." "Ile hain't been out o' his room to- ! day, Mr. Thaddeus, and I have no or? ders. You know very well that I must stick to regulations. I can let 3-ou in, but your friends they must just stop where they are." This was an unexpected obstacle. Thaddeus Sholto looked about him in a perplexed and helpless manner. "This is too bad of you, McMurdo!" he said. "If I guarantee them, that is enough for }*ou. There is the young lady, too. She cannot wait on the pub? lic road at this hour." "Very sorry. Mr. Thaddeus," said the 1 porter, inexorably. "Folk may be j friends o" yours, and yet no friends o' ! the master's. He pays me well to do I my duty, and my dun* I'll do. I don't j know none o' your friends." "Oh, yes, you do, McMurdo," cried ? Sherlock Holmes, genially. "I don't ? think vou can have forgotten me. I Don't you remember the amateur who j fought three rounds with you at Ali- ; son's rooms on the night of your bene- j fit four vears back?" "Not Mr. Sherlock Holmes!" roared ; the prize fighter. "God's truth! how j could I have mistook you? If instead I o' standin' there so quiet you had just stepped up and given me that cross hit of yours under the jaw, I'd ha' known you without a question. Ah. you're j one that has wasted your gifts, you ! have! You might have aimed high, if j you had joined the fancy." "You see, Watson, if all else fails me j I have still one of the scientific profes- | sions open to me," said Holmes, laugh- j lng. "Our friend won't keep us out in ? the cold now, I am sure." "In you come, sir, in you come-you } and your friends," he answered. "Very ; sorry. Mr. Thaddeus, but orders are j very strict. Had to be certain ol" your j friends before 1 let them in." Inside, a gravel path wound through desolate grounds toa huge clump of a house, square and prosaic, all plunged in shadow save where a moonbeam 6truck one ?-"nier and glimmered in a | garret window. The vast size of the I building, with its gloom and its deathly ; silence, struck a chill to the heart. | Even Thaddeus Sholto seemed iii at ease, and the lantern quivered and rat? tled in his hand. "I cannot understand it," he said. "There must be some mistake. I dis? tinctly told Bartholomew that we should be here, and yet there is no light in his window. I do not know what to make of it." "Does he always guard the premises in this way?" asked Holmes. "Yes; he has followed my father's custom. He was the favorite son, yon know, and I sometimes think that py father may have told him more tfcan he ever told me. That is Barthol? omew's window np there where the moonshine strikes. It is quite brigh" but there is no light from within, I think." "None," said Holmes. "But I see the glint of a light in that little win? dow beside the door." "Ah, that is the housekeeper's room. That is where old Mrs. Bernstone sits. She can tell us all about it. But per? haps you would not mind waiting here for a minute or two, for if we all go in together, and she has no word of our coming, she may be alarmed. But hush! What is that?" He held up the lantern, and his hand shook until the circles of light flickered and wavered all round us. Miss Mor stan seized my wrist, and we all stood with thumping hearts, straining our ears. From the great black house there sounded through the silent night the saddest and most pitiful of sounds the shrill, broken whimpering of a frightened woman. "It is Mrs. Bernstone," said Sholto. "She is the only woman m the house. Wait here. I shall be back in a mo? ment." He hurried for the door, and knocked in his peculiar way. We could si?e a tall old woman adm?t him and sway with pleasure at the very sight o:: him. "Oh, Mr. Thaddeus, sir, I am so glac you- have come! I am so glad yon have come, Mr. Thaddeus, sir!" We heard her reiterated rejoicings until the door was closed and her voice died away into a muffled monotone. Cur guide had left us the lantern. Holmes swung it slowly round, and peered keenly at the house, and at the KE HELD UP THE LANTERN. great rubbish heaps which cumbered the grounds. Miss Morstan an? ? stood together, and her hanjupes iii atine. A wondrous subtle thi?jP Iff&ve, for here were we two who had ii&?i ?cen each other before that day. between whom no word or even look of affection had ever passed, and yet now in an hour of trouble our hands instinctively sought for each other. I have marveled at it since, but at the time it seemed the most natural thing that I should go out to her so. and. as she has often told me, there was in her also the instinct to turn to me for comfort and protec? tion. So we stuod hand in hand, like two children, and there was peace m our hearts for all the dark things that surrounded us. "What a strange place!" she said, looking around. "It looks as though all the moles in England had been let loose in it. I have seen something of the sort on the side of a hill near Ballarat, where the prospectors had been at work." "And from the same cause," said ITolmes. ' "These are the traces of treasure-seekers. You must remember that they were six years looking for it.. No wonder that the ground looks like a gravelpit." At that moment the door burst open, and Thaddeus Sholto came running out, with his hands thrown forward and terror in his eyes. "There is something amiss with Bar? tholomew!" he cried. "1 am fright? ened! My nerves cannot stand it." He was. indeed, half-blubbering with fear, and his twitching, feeble face, peeping out from the great Astrakhan collar, had the helpless, appealing expression of a terrified child. "Come iuto the house/' said Holmes, in his crisp, firm way. "Yes. do!" pleaded Thaddeus Sholto. "I real ly do not feel equal to giving di? rections." We all followed him into the house? keepers room, which stood upon the left-hand side of the passage. The old woman was pacing up and ?own with a scared look and restless, picicing fingers, but the sight of Miss Morstan appeared to have a soothing effect anon "God bless your sweet calm face!" vit.' cried, with a hysterical sob. "It ?HE SUMTER WATCHMAN, Katabiished April,.1850. "Be Just and Fear not-Let all the Ends thou Aims't at, be thy Country's, thy God's and Truth's." THE TRUE SO?THKON, Established Jone, 136 Consolidated Aug. 2,1881. SUMTER, S. C., WEDNESDAY, MAY 8, 1895. Xew Series-Vol. XIV. No. 41