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-r-i m THE STRANG ~- fl c MORRO' BYRUDYAf .'Very weil," was the unmoved re "Perhaps not tomorrow nor the sSay after nor subsequently, but in the aaa! and for many years, you will catch -crows and eat crows, and you will ifcank your European God that you lasve crows to catch and eat." 1. could haye cheerfully strangled him fa this, but judged it 'best under the circumstances to smother my resent ment An hour later I was eating one t the crows and, as Gunga Dass had nid, thanking my God that I had a row to eat Never as long as I live shall I forget that evening meal The ?whole population were squatting on the -iard sand platform opposite their dens, Jniddled over tiny fires of refuse and dried rushes. Death, having once laid ins hand upon these men and forborne to strike, seemed to stand aloof from them now, for most of our company :were old men, bent and worn and twisted with years, and women aged to j&LL appearance as the fates themselves. "They sat together in knots and talked -God only knows what they found to jffiscuss-in low, equable tones, curious ly in contrast to the strident babble -with which natives are accustomed to make day hideous. 25bw and then an access of that sud den fury which had possessed me in the morning would lay hold on a manor woman, and with yells and imprecations the suiferer would attack the steep slope :Hntil, baffled and bleeding, he fell back on the platform incapable of moving a limb. The others would never even raise their eyes when this happened, as men too well aware of the futility of their fellows' attempts and wearied with their useless repetition. I saw four such outbursts in the course of that evening. Gunga Dass took an eminently busi nesslike view of my situation, and while we were dining-I can afford to laugh at the recollection now, but it was painful enough at the time-pro pounded the terms on which he would consent to"do" for me. My 9 rupees 8 annas, he argued, at the rate of 3 annas a day, would provide me with food for 51 days, or about seven weeks -that is to say, he would be willing to' cater for me for that length of time. JLt the end of it I was to look after my self. For a further consideration-vi delicet my boots-he would be willing, to allow me to occupy the den nest to Isis own and would supply me with as much dried grass for bedding as he could spare. "Very well, Gunga Dass," I replied.' "To the first terms I cheerfully agree, Irat as there is nothing on earth to pre sent my killing you as you sit here~ana taking everything that you have"-I thought of the two invaluable crows at thc time-"I fatly refuse to give you Joy boots and shall take whichever den Dlease." The stroke was a bold one, and I was glad when I saw that it had succeeded. Gringa Dass changed his tone immedi ately, and disavowed all intention of asking for my boots. At the time it did sot strike me as at all strange that I, a civil engineer, aman of 13 years'stand ing in the service, and, I trust, an aver age Englishman, should thus calmly threaten murder and violence against fae man who had, for a consideration, it is true, taken me under his wing. I bad left the world, it seeme^. for cen turies. I was as certain then as I am ow of my own existence that in the accursed settlement there was no law ave that of the strongest, that the liv ing dead men had thrown behind them every canon of the world which had cast them out, and that I had to depend for my own life on my strength and vigilance^ alone. The crew of the ill fated Mignonette are the only men who would understand my frame of mind.. **At present, " I argued to myself, "I am strong and a match for six of these wretches. It is imperatively necessary ihat I should, for my own sake, keep both health and strength until the hour of my release comes-if it ever does. " Fortified with these resolutions, I ate and drank as much as I could, and made Gunga Dass understand that I in tended to be his master, and that the least sign of insubordination on bis part would be visited with the only punish ment I had it in my power to inflict sudden and violent death. Shortly after this I went to bed That is to say. Gunga Dass gave me a double armful of dried bents, which I thrust down the mouth cf the lair to the right cf his, and followed myself, feet foremost, the hole running about nine fett into the sand with a slight downward inclina tion, and being neatly shored with tim bers. From my den, which faced the river front, I was able to watch the waters of the Sntlej flowing past under the light of a young moon and compose mvself to sleeD as best I mieht The horrors of that night I shall never forget. My den was nearly as narrow as a coffin, and the sides had been worn smooth and greasy by the contact cf innumerable naked bodies, added to which it smelled abominably. Sleep was altogether out of question to one in my excited frame of mind. As the night were on it seemed that the entire amphitheater was filled with legions of unclean devils that, trooping np from the shoals below, mocked the unfortunates in their lairs. Personally I am not of an imagina tive temperament-very few engineers are-but on that occasion I was as com pletely prostrated with nervous terror as SET worran. After half an hour or ?MTM iE RIDE I IF S WB E JUKES. ll) KIPLING. so,* However,'! was a Die once niore to calmly review my chances of escape. Any exit by the steep sand walls was of conrse impracticable. I had been thoroughly convinced of this some time before. It was possible, just possible, that I might in the uncertain moon light safely run the gantlet of the rifle shots. The place was so full of terror for me that I was prepared to undergo any risk in leaving it Imagine my de light, then, when after creeping stealth ily to the river front I found that the infernal boat was not there. My free dom lay before me in the next few steps! By walking out to the first shallow pool that lay at the foot of the project ing left horn of the horseshoe I could wade across, turn the flank of the crater and make my way inland. With out a moment's hesitation I marched briskly past the tussocks where Gunga Dass had snared the crows and out in the direction of the smooth white sand beyond. My first step from the tufts of dried grass showed me how utterly futile was any hope of escape, for as I put my foot down I felt an indescriba ble drawing, sucking motion of the sand below. Another moment and my leg was swallowed up nearly to the knee. In the moonlight the whole sur face of the sand seemed to be shaken with devilish delight at my disappoint ment. I struggled clear, sweating with terror and exertion, back to the tus socks behind me and fell on my face. My only means of escape from the semicircle was protected with a quick sand! How long I lay I have not the faint est idea, but I was roused at last by the malevolent chuckle of Gunga Dass at my ear. "I would advise you, pro tector of the poor" (the ruffian was speaking English), "to return to your house. It is unhealthy to lie down here. Moreover, when the boat returns, you will most certainly be rifled at " He stood over me in the dim light of the dawn chuckling and laughing to him self. Suppressing my first impulse to catch the man by the neck and throw him on to the quicksand, I rose sullenly and followed him to the platform be low the burrows. Suddenly and futilely, as I thought while I spoke, I asked, "Gunga Dass, what is the good of the boat if I can't get out anyhow ?" I recollect that even in my deepest trouble I had been specu lating vaguely on the waste of ammu nition in guarding an already well pro tected foreshore. Gunga Dass laughed again and made, answer: "They have the boat only in daytime. It is for the reason that there is a way. I hope we shall have the pleasure of your company for a much longer time. It is a pleasant spot when you have been here some years and eat en roast crow long enough." I staggered, numbed and helpless, to ward the fetid burrow allotted to me and fell asleep. An honr or so later I was awakened by a piercing scream the shrill, high pitched scream cf a horse in pain. Those who have once heard that will never forget the sound. I found some little difficulty in scram bling out of the burrow. When I was in the open. I saw Pornic, my poor old Pornic, lying dead on the sandy soil How they had killed him I cannot guess. Gunga Dass explained that horse was better than crow, and 4'greatest good of greatest number is political maxim. We are now republic. Mr. Jukes, and you are entitled to a fair share of the beast. If you like, we will pass a vote of thanks. Shall I propose?" Yes, we were a republic indeed-a republic of wild beasts penned at the bottom of a pit, to eat and fight and sleep till we died ! I attempted no pro test of any kind, but sat down and stared at the hideous sight in front of me. In less time almost than it takes me to write this Pornic's body was di vided, in some unclean way or other. The men and women had dragged the fragments on to the platform and were preparing their morning meal. Gunga Dass cooked mine. The almost irresisti ble impulse to fir at the sand walls un til I was wearied laid hold of me afresh, and I had to struggle against it with all my might. Gunga Dass was offensively jocular till I told him that if he addressed another remark of any kind whatever to me I should strangle him where he sat. This silenced him till silence became insupportable and I bade him say something. "You will live here till you die like the other Feringhi, " he said coolly, watching me over the fragment of gris tle that lie was i nc~-'~" **What 'oilier sahib, you swine? Speak at once, and don't stop to tell me alie." "He is over there," answered Gunga Dass, pointing to a burrow mouth about four doors to the left of my own. "You can see for yourself. He died in tbe burrow as you will die and I will die and as all these men and women and the old child will also die. " "For pi y's sake, tell me all you know about him. Who was he? When did he come, and when did he die?" This appeal was a weak stop on my part. Gunga Dass only leered and re plied. "I will not-unless you give me something first. " ^ Then I recollected where I was and struck the man between the eyrs, par tially stunning him. Ho stepped down from the platform at once and. cringing and fawning and weeping aud attempt ing to embrace - my feet, led me round to the burrow which he had indicat c "I know nothing whatever about ti gentleman. Your God be my witnc that I do not. He was as anxious to ? cape as you were, and he was shot fro the boat, though we all did all things prevent him from attempting. He w shot here. " Gunga Dass laid his hai on his lean stomach and bowed to ti earth. "Well and what then? Go on!" "And then-and then, your heno we carried him into his house and ga1 him water and put wet cloths on tl wound, and he lay down in his hon and gave np the ghost." "In how long? In how long?" "About half an hour after he r ceived his wound. I call Vishnu to wi ness," yelled the wretched man, "th; I did everything for him. Everythii which was possible, that I didi" He threw himself down on the grour and clasped my ankles. But I had ir doubts about Gunga Dass' benevolen< and kicked him off as he lay protes ing. "I believe you robbed him of ever thing he had. But I can find out in minute or two. How long was the sahi here?" "Nearly a year and a half. I thin he must have gone mad. But hear nc swear, protector of the poer! Won your honor hear me swear that I nev touched an article that belonged t him ? What is your worship going i do?" 1 had taken Gunga Dass by the wah and had hauled him on to the platfori opposite the deserted burrow. As I di so I thought of my wretched fellow prisoner's unspeakable misery arnon all these horrors for 18 months and th final agony of dying like a rat in a hoi with a bullet wound in the stomact Gunga Dass fancied I was going to ki! him and howled pitifully. The rest c the population, in the plethora tha follows a full flesh meal, watched u without stirring. "Go inside, Gunga Dass," said ] "and fetch it out." I was feeling sick and faint wit! horror now. Gunga Dass nearly rolle off the platform and howled aloud. "But I am Brahman, sahib-a big] caste Brahman. By your soul, by you father's soul, do not make me do thi thing!" "Brahman or no Brahman, by my sou and by my father's soul, in you go!" said, and, seizing him by the shoulders I crammed his head into the mouth o the burrow, kicked the rest of him in and, sitting down, covered my fae with my hands. At the end of a few minutes I hean a rustle and a creak, then Gunga Das in a sobbing, choking whisper speaking to himself, then a soft thud-and I un covered my eyes. The dry sand had turned the corps intrusted to its keeping into a yellov brown mummy. I told Gunga Dass t< stand off while I examined it. The bod] -clad in an olive green hunting sui ' much stained and worn, with leathe] pads on the shoulders-was that of man between 30 and 40, above middh height, with light, sandy hair, lon mustache and a rough, unkempt beard. The left canine of the upper jaw wai missing, and a portion of the lobe of th< right ear was gone. On the second fin ger of the left hand was a ring-a shielc ahaped bloodstone set in gold, with monogram that might have been eithei "B. K." or "B. L." On the third fin ger of the right hand was a silver ring in the shape of a coiled cobra, much worn and tarnished. Gunga Dass de posited a handful of trifles he had pick ed out of the burrow at my feet, and, covering the face of the body -with mj handkerchief, I turned to examine these. I give the full list ' in the hope that il may lead to the identification of the un fortunate man : 1. Bowl of a brier wood pipe, serrated et the edge, much worn and blackened, bound with string at the screw, j 2. Two patent lever keys, wards of both broken. 3. Tortoise shell handled penknife, silver or nickel name plate, marked with monogram "B. K. " 4. Envelope, postmark undecipher [ able, bearing a Victorian stamp, ad dressed to "Miss Mon"-(rest illegi ble)- "ham"-"nt. " 5. Imitation crocodile skin notebook with pencil. First 45 pages blank, 4* illegible, 15 other filled with private memoranda relating' chiefly to three persons-a Mrs. L. Singleton, abbrevi ated several times to "Lot Single," "Mrs. S. May" and "Garmison," re ferred to in places as "Jerry" or "Jack." 6. Handle of small sized hunting knife. Blade snapped short. Buck's horn, diamond cut, with swivel and ring on the butt ; fragment of cotton cord attached. It must not be supposed that I inven toried all these things on the spot as fully as I have here written them down. The notebook first attracted my atten tion, and I put it in my pocket with a view to studying it later on. The rest of the articles I convoyed to my bur row for safety's sake, and there, being a methodical man, I inventoried them. I then returned to the corpse and or dered Gunga Dass to help me to carry it out to the river front. While we were engaged in this the exploded shell of an old brown cartridge dropped out of one of the pockets and rolled at my feet. Gunga Dass had not seen it, and I fell to thinking that a man does not carry exploded cartridge cases, espe cially "browns, " which will not bear loading twice, about with him when shooting. In other words, that cartridge case had been fired inside the crater. Consequently there must be a gun some where. I was on the verge of asking Gunga Dass, but checked myself, know ing that he would lie. We laid the body down on the edge of the quicksand by the tussocks, lt was my intention to push it out and let it be swallowed np. the only possible mode of burial that I could think of I ordered Gunga Dass to go away. Then gingerly put the corpse ont on the quicksand. In doing so-it was lying face downward-I tore the frail j and rotten khakis shooting coat open, disclosing a hideous cavity | the bi I have already told yon that the sand had, as it were, mummified body. A moment's glance showed 1 the gaping hole had been caused I gunshot wound. The gun must h been fired with the muzzle aln touching the back. The shooting c< being intact, had been drawn over body after death, which must have I instantaneous. The secret of the i wretch's death was plain to me ii flash. Some one of the crater, presi ably Gunga Dass, must have shot 1 with his own gun-the shot that m the brown cartridges. He had never tempted to escape in the face of rifle fire from the boat. I pushed the corpse out hastily saw it sink from sight literally ii few seconds. I shuddered as I watch Ia. a dazed, half conscious way I tur: to peruse the notebook. A stained J discolored slip of paper had been ins ed between the binding and the b; and dropped out 8s I opened the pag This is what it contained: "Four - from crow clump; 8 left; 9 out; right; 3 back; 2 left; 14 out; 2 left out; 1 left: 9 back; 2 right; 6 back right; 7 back." The paper had b< burned and charred at the edges. Wi it meant I could not understand. I down on the dried bents, turning over and over between my fingers ui I was aware of Gunga Dass stand: immediately behind me with glow: eyes and outstretched hands. "Have ycu got it?" he pant "Will yon not let me look at it also swear that I will return it." "Got what? Return what?" I ask "That which you have in your han It will help us both." He stretched < his long, birdlike talons, trembling w eagerness. "I could never rind it, " he continu "He had secreted it about his perse Therefore I shot him, but neverthel I was unable to obtain it." Gunga Dass had quite forgotten 3 little fiction about the rifle bullet. I : ceived the information perfectly cal ly. Morality is blunted by consort! with the dead who are alive. "What on earth are you ravi about ? What is it you want me to gi you?" "The piece of paper in the notebec It will help us both. Oh, you fool ! Y fool! Can yon not see what it will for us? We shall escape." His voice rose almost to a screa: and he danctd with excitement befe me. I own I was moved at the chan of getting away. "Don't skip! Explain yourself. .1 you mean to say that this slip of pap will help us? What does it mean?" "Read it aloud ! Read it aloud i I b and I pray to you to read it aloud." I did so. Gunga Dass listened d lightedly and drew an irregular line the sand with his fingers. "See now! It was the length of ii gun barrels without the stock. I ha1 those barrels. Four gun barrels ci from the place where I caught crows straight out ; do you follow me? Th* three left. Ah, how well I rememb when that man worked it out night af er night ! Then nine ont, and so o: Out is always straight before you aero the quicksand. He told me so before killed him." "But if you knew all this why dian you get out before?" "I did not know it. He told me thi he was working it out a year and a ha ago, and how he was working it ot night after night when the beat hu gone away and he could get out net the quicksand safely. Then he said thi we would get away together. But I w afraid that he would leave me behin one night when he had worked it a out, and so I shot him. Besides, it i not advisable that the men who one get in here should escape. Only I, an< I am a Brahman. " The prospect of escape had brough Gunga Dass' caste back to him. H stood up, walked about andge?ticulate< violently. Eventually I managed t< make him talk soberly, and he told m< how this Englishman had spent si: months night after night in exploring inch by inch, the passage across thi quicksand ; how he had declared it U be simplicity itself up to within a bou 20 yards of the river bank after turning the flank of the left horn of the horse shoe. This much he had evidently no: completed when Gunga Dass shot hin with his own gun. In my frenzy of delight at the possi bilities of escape I recollect shaking hands effusively with Gunga Dass afte: we had decided that we were to inak< an attempt to get away that very night. It was weary work waiting thrcughoul the afternoon. About 10 o'clock, as far as I could judge, when the moon had just riser above the lip of the crater, Gunga Das. made a move for his burrow to bring out the'gun barrels whereby to measure our path. All the other wretched in habitants had retired to their lairs loni; ago. The guardian boat drifted down stream some hours before, and we were utterly alone by the crow clump. Gunga Jass, while carrying the gun barrels, lot slip the piece of paper which was to I be our guide. I stooped down hastily to recover it, and as I did so I was aware that the diabolical Brahman was aim ing a violent blow at the back of my j head with the gun barrel. It was too i late to turn round. I must have received the blow somewhere on the nape of my neck. A hundred thousand fiery stars danced before my eyes, lind I fell for ward senseless at the edge of the quick sand. When I recovered consciousness, the moon was going down, and I was sensi ble of intolerable pain in the back of my head. Gunga Dass had disappeared, and my mouth was full of blood. I lay down again and prayed that I might die without more ado. Then the un reasoning fury which I have before mentioned laid hold upon me, and i staggered inland toward the walls of the crater. It seemed that someone was calling to me ina whisper, "Sahib! Sahib1 Sahib!" exactly as my bearer used to call me in the mornings. I fancied that I was delirious until a handful of saud fell at my feet. Then I looked up and saw a head peering down I into the amphitheater- the- 'head 'of \ Dnnnoo, my dog boy, who attended to ! my collies. As soon as he had attracted j my attention he held np his hand and showed a rope. I motioned, staggering to and fro the while, that he should throw it down. It was a couple of leather punkah ropes knotted together, with a loop at one end. I slipped the loop over my head and nnder my arms ; heard Dnnnoo nrge something forward; was conscious that I was being drag ged, face downward, up the steep sand slope, and the nest instant found my self, choked and half fainting, on the sand hills overlooking the crater. Dnn noo, with his face ashy gray in the moonlight, implored me not to stay, but to get back to my tent at once. It seems that he had tracked Pornic's footprints 14 miles across the sands to the crater; had returned and told my servants, who flatly refused to meddle with any one, white or black, once fallen into the hideous village of "he dead, whereupon Dnnnoo had taken one of my ponies and a couple of punkah ropes, returned to thc crater and hauled me ont, as I have described. To cut a long story short, Dnnnoo is now my personal servant on a gold mobur a month, a sum which I still think far too little for the services he has rendered. Nothing on earth will in duce me to go near that devilish spot again or to reveal ita whereabouts more clearly than I have done. Of Gunga Dass I have never f onnd a trace, nor do I wish to do so. My sole motive in giv ing this to bc published is the hope that some ono may possibly identify, from the details and the inventory which I have given above, tlie corpse of the man in the olive green hunting snit. Britons Unable to Speak English. It is not generally realized what a large number of Britons, born and bred at home, have never succeeded in mas tering the national language. In Wales, according to tue last census taken, there are no fewer than 508,036 people who cannot speak English, Welsh being their only language. In Scotland there are 43,738 persons who can speak nothing but Gaelic. And in Ireland there are 32,121 who can express themselves only in the Irish tongue. Of course, these are mostly old people, and English is gradually dislodging the native lan guages of Ireland and Wales. It is a curious circumstance that while in Wales fewer people speak both English and Welsh than Welsh only, in Scotland nearly five times as many use both languages as these speaking Gaelic alone, while in Ireland 20 times as many spea?- English and Irish as those vho speak Irish only. Pretty Poor Pickings. The following story must be true, since it was told by one of Cleveland's clever schcol principals, who claimed to have witnessed the incident. She was in the basement of a big department store when she observed a rural looking party passing before some cheap prints of famous paintings. There was a mid dle aged man, plain, but evidently with a thirst for information, who was "ex plaining" the pictures to three tired looking children. "Here's a picture called 'Millet,' " he was saying as they gazed open mouthed at "L'Angelns." "That's what it says at the bottom. Millet's a kind of grain. See 'em lookin at the ground'? They ain't plantin, but I guess they're just pickin up the seed. Mighty poor farmin there. Come along." After all, what does fame amount to? -Cleveland Plain Dealer. Splintering tbe Speaker's Desk. When Samuel J.Randall was speaker of the house he proved himself an ar tistic and scientific desk splinterer. During the Forty-fourth congress.when the electoral vote was counted and Mr. Hayes was declared president, Mr. Randall pounded the top of his desk out of shape three times. Employees of the capitol who do the repairing of fur niture assert that there never has been a speaker who did not leave the desk at the close of a session in bad con dition, but that Mr. Reed succeeded in splintering it more effectively than any other speaker.-Pittsburg Dispatch. Atlantic Coast Lina WILMINGTON, COLUMBIA AND AF GUSTA RAILROAD. Condensed Schedule. Dated April 17, 1893. TRAINS GOING SOUTE. ND. 55 No. 35 P L . Leave Wilmington *3 45 Lea vj Marien 0 Zi Arrive ?;ornnce 7 15 p ra a. rc Leave Florence 7 45 *3 21 Arrive Ssa ter S s 7 4 29 No. 52 Leave Sumter 8 57 *S 40 Arrive Cc uc:b a IO 20 ll 00 No. 52 runs thronen from Charleston via CantrL'! R. R , leivicg Charlesrrr: 7 a. m.. Lanes 3 34 a m, Manning S OS a m TRAINS GOING NOR?ri No. 54 No. 53 a. m. p.m. Leare Columbia *6 40 *4 00 Arrive Sumter S 05 5 13 No. 32 s. m. p m. Leare Sumter 8 05 *6 05 Arrive Florence [9 20 17 20 a. m. Leave Florence 9 50 Leave Marion 10 30 Arrive Wilmington 1 15 .Daily, f Daily escept Sunday. No 53 runs through to Charleston, S. C. v.a Central R. R., arriving Mann.og 5 41 p rn, Lanes 6 17 p rr, Charles'cn 8 00 p m. Trains cn Conway Branch leave Chad bourn 5 35 p m, arrive Conway 7 40 pm, return ing leave Conway 8 3:1 a rn, arrive CL.fld b'.)urn ll 20 nm, leave vhndbcurn ll 50 a tc, rrive Hub 12.25 p m, re'urrrir.g ieavp Heb 3.00 pm, arrive Chadbourn 3 35 am, Daily except Sunday. J. R KENLY, Gcn;l Manager. T M. EMERSON, Traffic Manager. H. Vi. EMERSON, Gen'IPass. Agent. SOUTHERN RAILWAY. Condensed Schedule in Effect June 11th, 1899. NO.11 NO. 3| P^TFRV TIME !S?-wjS?42 Drily Daily EASTERN TIME. jDaily-Daily 5 30p 7 GOaLv.. Charleston ... Arjll OOaj 817p 6 00p 7 41a; ,4 ..Summerville.. '* 10 Ka 7 50p 8 55a| " ...Branchville... 44 j 8 53a| 602p 324p' 9 23a " ...Oransebuig... " 8^a o: ? 920p 10 15a 44 .... Ringville .... 44 j 7 30a| 438? ..1048a 44 Camdon JunctionLv!.| 350? .1140aAr.Camden.Lv.{ 30 ? ' _. -_ . .1- ? ? 10lOp ll00a Ar....Columbia.Lvi 6 45al 355? *5S0p| 7 00a Lv.. ."Charleston ... Ar ll 00a 750pl 915s 44 ...Branchville... " 852a 819p 9 41a; 44 . ..Bamberg .... 44 ; 8 24a 8 Sin 9 52a| 41 .... Denmark ..." i 8 lia SSOp'lOlOa1 41 ... .Blackville." ; 7 56a 957pll09a; 44.Aiker..... 7 02a 10 45p!ll51a!Ar.Augustaun.d.Lv 44 6 20a Ex. j Sun. Sun. only 817p 602p 533o 519T3 503? 4 GOo 310p Ex. Sun. Lv. Augusta.! 7 00a 9 30a 5 21p Ar. Sandersville.! lOOp 119p 9 09? 44 Tennille.j 130pj 130p! 921p Lv. Tennille.| 5 ioaj 310pj 3 Op 44 Sandersville.o2oa 321p 3 23? Ar. Augusta.j 9 OOaj 710p| 830? i Mir. Mix-! LDailyiExsu; Lv. Allendale.. 44 Barnwell... 44 Blackville . Ar. Batesburg. 6 45aJ.! 7 25aH1230p' 7 45a lOOp' . 330p j Mix. I Mix. :Exsu Ex su Sun. only Lv. Batosburg. . ...... i2SP\ik ,-- ' " Blackville.. 1020a! 7OOpilQloa " Bcrnwoll. 10 45a 735p lOSoa Ar. Allendale.1.} 830pllll5a Atlanta and Beyond. Lv. Charleston... 7 a; 5bOp!. Ar. Augusta.ll 51a 10 45p|. 44 Atlanta. *20pj 5OOaj...... Lv. Atlante.ll 00p 5 15aj 400? Ar. Chattanooga. 5 45a; 9 25a 8 40? Lv. Atlanta.! 5 SOaj 415? Ar. Birmingham.ll 20ajl0 IC? 44 Memphis. <viu Birmingham)...] 930p; < 4 >a Ar. Lexington.! 500p| 5 00a 44 Cincinnati. 730p; 7 45a 44 Chicago.! 7 15a; o 30? Ar. Louisville. 735p: 7 55a 44 St. Lords. 7 04a 600? Ar. Memphis. ( via Chattanooga).. I.i 7 4Ca To Asheville-Cineirnati-IiOaisville. _EASTERS TIMK. , jggg .fff-g Lv. Augusta.I 24Up| 9 80? 44 Batesburg.j 419a:12 07a Lv. Charleston.! 7C0aj 5 30? Lv. Columbia (Union Depot ;.ll 4Ca| 8 30a Ar. Spartanburg .! 3 iOp ll 25a 44 Asheville . 700p 240? 44 Knoxville.I 415a 7 20? " Cincinnnati. 730p 7 45a 44 Louisville (via Jellico).!. 6 50a To Washington and the East. Lv. Augusta.[ 240y! 930? 44 Batesburg. 419pl2 07a 44 Columbia (Union Depot). 523p: 215a Ar. Charlotte. j 845p! 915a Ar. Danville.! 12 55aj 122? Ar. Richmond.j 6 00a 625? Ar. Washington. 14 Baltimore Pa. R. R. 44 Philadelphia. 44 New York. 7 40a! 905-^ 912a|ll25o 1135a! 25Ca 203pl 6 23a Sleeping Car Line between Charleston and Atlanta, via Augusta, malting connections a Atlanta for all points North and West. Solid Trains between Charleston and Ashe ville, carrying elegant Pullman Buffet Parlor Cars. Connections at Columbia with through trains for Washington and the East ; aiso for Jackson ville and all Florida Points. FRANK S. GANNON, J. M. CULP, Third V-P. & Gen. Mgr., Traffic Manager, Washington, D. C Washington, D. C GEORGE B. ALLEN, Div. Pass. Agt.. Charleston, S. C. W. A. TURK, S. H. HARDWICK, Gen'l Pass. A gt. Asst. Geni Pass. Agt. Washington, D. C. Atlanta. Ga. ATLANTIC COAST LINE North-Eastern R. R. of S. C CONDENSED SCHEDULE. TRAINS GOING SOUTH Dated No. No. No. Aol. 17, '99 35 23* 53 am pm Le Florence 3 25 7 45 Le King6tree 8 55 Ar Lanes 4 33 9 13 pm Le Lanes 4 33 9 13 6 20 Ar Charleston 6 03 10 50 8 00 TRAINS GOING NORTH. No. No. No. 78 32 J 52* am pm am Le Charleston 6 33 4 49 7 00 Ar Lanes 8 03 6 14 8 33 Le Lanes 8 03 6 14 Le Ki E gs tree 8 20 Ar Florence 9 20 7 20 am pm am Daily, fDaily except SaDday. No. 52 rans through to Columbia via Cen tral R. R. of S. C. Trains Nos. 78 and 32 ron via Wilsen sr.5 Fayetteville-Short Line-and make cle=c connection for all points North. Trains on C. & D R. R. leave Fiorenc* daily except Sunday 9 50 a rx, arr>e Darling ton 10 15 a rr, Hartville 9 15 a rn, Oberau ll 30 a rn, Wadesboro 2 25 p m. Leave Florence daily except Sunday 7 55 p m. ar rive Darlington S 20 p m, B?nnettsvi!le'9 17 p m, Gibson 9 45 p ra. Leave Florence Sunday only 9 30 am. arrive Darlington 10 05 a m Leave Gibson daily except Sunday 6 CC a m, Bencettsviile 7 00 a rn, arrive Darling ton 8 CO A rn, leave Darlington 8 50 a m, ar rive Florence 9 15 am. Le*-* Wadesboro daily excrpt Sunday 3 00 pm, Cberaw 4 45 pm, Bensville 7 00 a rn, Darlington 6 2? p rn, arrive Florence 7 CO p m. Leave Dar lington Sunday only 8 50 a m, arrive Flor ence 9 15 am. J. R. KENLEY, JNO. F. DIVINE, Geo'l Manager. Gen'l Sup'f T. M. EMERSON, Traffic Manager " H. M EMERSON, Gen'l Pass. ACent Vinegar. I have on hand a lot of Home-made Vinegar of very fine quality. The flavor is del icate, while the strength is equal to any to be had. Will be sold at my residence for 40 cents per gallon. Mi Cr. OSTEEiV