The watchman and southron. (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, September 20, 1899, Image 8
A LETTER. .
"I am prepared for and expect the
worst, so do not pity me if your pride
and judgment decide that we must part.
I have told you that I can bear it. My
arrangements are made for leaving Ben?
ton the coming week, and if I must leave
you also do not let me look upon you
again. It would not be wise. I know
well what your position demands, and
? accept my destiny. God bless you al?
ways. Adieu."
Thus ended my answer to David
Woolsey's proposal for my hand. He
^ had never asked me to tell him of my
former life, and I might have evaded it
with him as I had with others, but I
scorned to do that, so I sat dow:a and
coolly and deliberately told him all
how that poverty had followed me with
a relentless hand and forced me into
the hot and stifling factory when I was
but 8 years old-would his pride cringe
when he read that: I thought so-how
that two yeajrs more found me working
as a servant girl, and so, step by 3tep, I
wrote down for him the whole of my
strangely checkered life.
I was not disappointed when the week
went by without his coming-I should
certainly have been had it been other?
wise, and it was with a steady and de?
termined hand that I finished my prepa?
rations for leaving. I was going to
Brierwood Brent as governess. My pres?
ent; needs would be supplied. That was
same satisfaction, and if David Woolsey
chose to take another for his bride, as I
expected he would, all I could ask of
him was to keep away from my eyes.
I stood out of doors the night before
1 left, looking over the dear old hills
which had almost become a part of my?
self since my stay in Benton, and was
' bidding each a silent, tearful farewell,
when I saw David Woolsey riding slowly
by. I did not wait to think, but, raising
my. finger for him to stop, ran down
through the yard into the street and
reached up my hand in his.
* 'I go in the morning, David. Good?
bye"
"Have you nothing more for ne?" j
His face grew whiter than this paper
J am writing on while he spoke. I hard
* 3y understood him, but answered :
"Nothing more. May God keep you,
David Woolsey."
He bent down until his breath floated
. over my face, looked full into my eyes,
as though it were the last time-as in?
deed it was for many a day-then with
a look cf such superb scorn that it thrill?
ed every nerve in my body he turned
his horse's head and galloped away.
If we had parted friends, I believe I
csold have borne it better, though I did
not hate him for his scorn. It was not
possible for me to. My love for him was
too full and perfect for that. I had told
him that I could bear it, and should I
allow the burden to crush me now? God
knows I was very weak.
I found Brierwood Brent a quiet
home. It was a quaint, curious pile,
with its wide verandas, its odd looking
wings and its high and sharply pointed
arches. I had two pupils, both little
girls, daughters of Mr. Bethel, my em?
ployer. Details are tedious, and I will
net dwell upon them. Enough to know
that I resolutely kept the past away
from my mind and turned my attention'
to the present
I had been there about six months
when one evening there came a call for
me. It was an unusual thing, for a gov?
erness has few acquaintances and fewer
friends, but I- did not stop to think who
it was. If I had, I should, I suppose,
have concluded that it was some one to
see me on business, perhaps to hire a
governess or something of the sort. I
went directly to the parlor and found a
Mr. Clayton there. I knew him by rep?
utation as an honorable and influential
man, but never spoke to him. Mrs.
Bethel met me at the dcor, introduced
ns and left us alone. He commenced the
conversation by saying :
"Miss Hyde, do not be startled at
what I am going to say. I am a man of
few words, and I came here tonight to
ask you to be my wife. Your hand may
not be free to bestow upon any one, but
if it is have I any hope?"
It was a-romantic courtship, wasn't
it, reader? I did not say a word for fully
five minutes, and then I said:
"I thank you, Mr. Clayton, for hon?
oring me by asking for my hand. It is
certainly unexpected, but I have an an?
swer fer you. I will be yours on one
condition."
"K?me it."
"That you never refer to or ask about
my past, lt has been very bitter, and it
must slumber in its grave now. Enough
that my character is unstained. "
"I am satisfied. It shall be as you
say. Tomorrow evening, with your cou?
sent, I will spend hore. Good" night."
He bowed and left the room.
In six weeks I was married. Nov, to?
night, as I sit here with the moonlight |
flooding into my room and think over
those years of my life, it seems like
some brilliant, troubled dream. My am?
bition was aroused. It had been kept at
bay ail my life, but now it was unloosed,
and, as love was nothing to me, that
ruled my heart like an evil spirit. But
let me tell you how I met David Woolsey
agaiu.
We, my husband and I, had received
cards fora magnificent bull, and, as usu?
al, we attended. During the evening,
while I stood conversing with a group
of gay ones, I felt a hand laid lightly
upon my shoulder and turned to con?
front the lightning glance of David
Woolsey. I know I paled fearfully, but
I did not lose my sc If command. Ho
bent down to my ear and whispered,
"Follow me in a few moments to tho
conservatory. "
There was determination iu his voice
and something in his eye s which said,
"Disobey if you dar?'!" I had no in?
clination to, at ali events-. I would
have seen him there if it had cost me
my liff*. While the rest were talking I
glided from the room and went where
he directed. He was waiting alene to
receive me.
"I see that I am not forgotten, Mrs.;
Clayton. I am disappointed. How many
hearts have you held and thrown aw ay j
ginee mine lay upon frour altar? How i
rn^nv?" 1
He came close to me and fairly flung
the words into my face. What did he
mean? Before I had time to reply he
went on :
"I see that you have grown restless
since we parted. I am restless, too, but
-you see, I mean what I say-I will
have quiet upon one subject tonight.
As ycu hope for mercy hereafter tell me
truly, Helen Hyde, whether you were
trifling with me when you seemed to
love me? No shrinking. I will know, I
tell you!"
I answered him slowly and bitterly :
"You demand to know perhaps what
I have no right to say, but no matter. I
loved you then, I love yon n?w, and I
shall love you always better than any?
thing else upon earth. God is more
merciful than man, and he may forgive
me. If it is a sin, I cannot help it. But,
David Woolsey, because yon chose to
sacrifice my heart to your ambition it"
He stopped me.
"I sacrifice! How?"
"Did you not receive a letter from me
four days before I left Benton contain?
ing my life?' *
"Never!"
It was explained now. Through some?
body's carelessness it had been either
mislaid or lost or found its way to the
dead letter ofi?ce. It made little differ?
ence which. I told him what I had
written and what I had, of course,
thought of him. And thus we parted
forevermore.-New York News.
A Reporter's Mishap.
"A number of years ago," said a
well known court official, "when Unit?
ed States Supreme Justice Brown was
on the bench in this city, I was assign?
ed as a member of the staff to inter?
view the judge at his home out on
Jefferson avenue. I recollect that as
the servant ushered me into the hall 1
observed a lot of rugs scattered here
and there and that as I stepped upon
the clean.spaces along the corridor l
discovered that the floor was waxed to
a magnificently slippery degree. I was
forced to move with mincing caution
far from graceful.
"Approaching the library door I saw
a rug-a white bear skin, I believe, and
resolved to make a leap over it. With
a spring I vaulted, my foot landed on
the rug, the rug slid away and down I
went flat upon the floor. Meanwhile
Judge Brown had arisen from his li?
brary table and. noticing my mishap,
he began laughing. Reaching me, he
helped me to my feet and remarked
with assumed dignity:
" *Look here, sir. Don't you know
that in this age, this land and this
house, such servile formality ls not at
all necessary?'
"And then I got my interview and
found it an agreeable undertaking."
Detroit Free Press.
The Sword Walking: Trick.
"I had a little party of Jap jugglers
on the road in 1S01," said an ex-the?
atrical manager, "and got on to a good
many of their tricks. Most of them
were surprisingly simple in reality,
and one that I don't remember ever
having seen explained was the feat of
walking bqj-ef coted up a ladder of sharp
swords. The swords were of the na?
tive straight bladed shape and were so
keen that they would easily slice a
handkerchief in two in mid air.
"Before sticking them through the
uprights to form the ladder the head
Jap always passed his thumb along the
edge of each from hilt to tip. As he
aid so he drew out a narrow steel tape
which was coiled on a spring in the
handle. The tape had a |^>le in the
end which caught on the point and
held it in place, and it completely
shielded the edge. After the walking
was over it was quietly released as the
swords were being taken out and flew
up into the handle again. The weapon
could then be passed around for in?
spection. Most people supposed that
the Jap used some chemical to toughen
his soles, but the truth was as I have
ctated."--New Orleans Times-Demo?
crat.
A Story of Cullom.
Just at the busv time one afternoon
when the crowds from the depart?
ments packed the cars a tired looking
man with ii painful limp came in with
the crowd at the Fifteenth street
transfer station and stood clinging to
a strap just in front of Senator Cul?
lom. The senator looked up, and, see?
ing the weary face, instantly rose and
offered his seat. The man demurred.
Thc senator insisted.
"Sit down, sit down," said he cheer?
ily. "You mustn't stand; sit down."
The man sank into the seat, and the
tall Illinoisan contented himself with
a strap. From beneath a great poppy
laden hat the bright eyes of a little
girl, near whom he stood, peered up
at him eagerly. At last he looked
down and saw her.
"Won't you take my seat?" she said
politely.
The senator smiled down at her and
shock his head.
"No, thank you, child," he said. "You
mustn't ever give up your seat to a
man. It sets a bad example."-Chi?
cago Tribune.
rhotOKraphins; by Heat.
A sensitive plate exposed to dark
heat waves will ultimately become af?
fected. With the piate still covered
the same result would occur from light
waves, such as proceed from the sun?
light. A fair test is to expose an
aluminium disk to their action. X rays
penetrate this metal, and it is probable
that heat waves and others can affect
ihe photographic plate.
Hardly Sentimental.
Mrs. Julia Ward Howe's sense <>f the
ridiculous has always been a saving
grace, leading her t?> avoid grandilo?
quence.
()n one occasion a lady at Newport,
trying to get a ? i 11 ? * sentiment out of
her. s:iid one moonlit, evening on :t
vine hung veranda, "Airs. Howe, do
s:iy something lovely about my i>;:r,:
y.a!" Whereupon ev.-ry one listened for
the reply.
In her delicately cultivated voice
Mrs. Howe responded, "I think it is a
bully piaz."-San Francisco Argonaut.
AMS AS FIGHTERS.
THE TINY WARRIORS ARE FEROCIOUS
IN BATTLE.
So Vicion* Are They That Even the
Largest Animals Dare Xot Meet
Them lu Combat - A Man Whom
Their Bites Made a Raving Maniac.
"I was one of six American miners
who were routed from their camp by a
Venezuelan ant army," said a mining
expert who lately arrived from Vene?
zuela. "We retreated before the in?
vaders without making a fight, and for
two good reasons. In the first place
we would have got the worst of the
encounter, and, secondly, we knew
that if we let them alone they would
do us a good service.
"Shortly after dawn one Sunday our
native cook burst in upon us with the
news that we were about to be attack?
ed by an army of ants. We had heard
enough about ant armies to know
what to do. We arose hastily, and ev?
ery ounce of provisions that was not
sealed in cans or in jars was hurriedly
piled on a table, the four legs of which
were immersed in as many basins of
water. Every maneuver that is known
to the armies of civilized humans you
may safely expect from an ant army,
but the little black warriors have never
/earned to swim. Our provisions thus
protected, we left the camp to itself
and -went out to reconnoiter for the in?
vaders and to watch their assault
from a distance. The army was mak?
ing fair time. An irregular patch of
black 10 feet wide and double as long
was swarming steadily toward our
camp. As the army was in no way
disturbed by our presence it was pos?
sible to approach its lines closely.
There must have been millions upon
millions of little soldiers marching hip
to hip. At the head marched the lead?
er. On went the army, up the posts
of the camp and then within.
"Once within, the army spread itself
in all directions, forming hundreds of
little attacking parties. The camp was
an old palm thatched affair and so in?
fested with scorpions, centipeds and
spiders that we had been on the point
of destroying it. Now, however, the
ants had come and would clean house
for us, and therefore they were wel?
come. The ants swarmed up the joists
and the dry leafy walls, and wherever
there was a spider or a bug there was
a brief tussle and a dead foe. But
there was bigger game in store for the
invaders.
"The star battle was with an im?
mense centiped, one of the bluish
gray kind, about seven inches long and
as big around as your middle finger.
He darted out of a hole like a blue
streak, evidently trusting to his speed
and superior strength to run through
the enemy's ranks. But he didn't go
three feet before he was stopped. Ants
literally covered him. He turned on
himself and swept them from his back,
but before he had gone another three
feet he was buried beneath another
swarm of his plucky assailants. And
then began a fight to the death. Again
and again he swept his tormentors
from his back while from all sides
humed streams of ants to take the
piace of fallen comrades. The wrig?
gling of the big fellow became less vio?
lent as the fight progressed, and final?
ly, after an effort, which I well knew
was a desperate last one, he remained
quiet while what little life was left in
him was bitten out of him. Later, when
the army had retreated and when we
had swept up the centipeds and scor?
pions and lizards and a tarantula
which the ant army had vanquished,
we put the hero of the star battle un?
der a quartz magnifying glass. The
bodies of dead ants still clung to their
foe. From his back, from his legs,
from wherever there was a chance for
a hold, the bodies of ants dangled, hold?
ing on, I suppose, by their teeth.
"Perhaps you wonder what would
happen to a man who would under?
take to fight an army of ants, assum?
ing, of course, that the man relies 0:1
his natural means of defense-his
hands and feet. I can best illustrate
that by the rare story of an unfortu?
nate who was brought to a hospital in
Caracas shortly before my return
home. The man was a coolie who had
worked on a cocoa plantation in a creek
not far from Caracas. Following a
habit of some of his countrymen, tho
coolie, owing to the heat, had left his
comp and stretched himself on the
ground to sleep outdoors. Exactly
what followed no ene can say with cer?
tainty. Presumably he was surrounded
and covered by au army of ants be?
fore he awakened. At dawn the shrieks
and cries of a man in agon}* aroused
the inmates of the camp, who ran out
to learn the cause.
"The man was gesticulating wildly
and calling for help, whiled he squirm?
ed and writhed and slapped his face
and neck and chest and legs in a mad
effort to slap himself all ever at once.
Ile was standing in the midst of an
army of ants and was too distracted
with pain to run away. Then he did
exactly \vha| a panther or leopard does
when he is being overcome, -he man
threw himself to the ground to roll hts
tormentor ro death. A single active
white man could have saved the poor
wretch, but thc? stupefied, barelegged
coolies (hired not, or thought not, of
rosene, while the victim himself was
too crazed with agony to seek other
than instant relief. From a slight per?
sonal experience 1 know the poor fel?
low was burning in a fire which would
take hours to kill him.
"Finally a bystander regained his
wits and rushed into the midst of the
army and dragged tin* man after him
.-?nd threw him i||<? the creek. The j
rescue came too late. The victim be
came unconscious. His velvety, brown
skin was a pink mass ol' raw bites.
When he came to the hospital, he was !
bound hand and foot, a maniac, whose i
continuous notion was th.it he was be- j
ing eaten by auls."-New York Sun.
Most people who rob Peter to pay
Paid forget the last part of the. con?
tract.- .New York News.
THE END OP A BANDIT
HOW SAM BASS MET A VIOLENT
DEATH IN A TEXAS TOWN.
The Shooting of the Notorious Des?
perado Wa? the Outcome of a De?
liberate Marier Committed hy One
of His Gang- of Outlavrs.
"In the little town of Round Rock, in
Williamson county, Tex., not more
than 30 miles distant from Austin, re?
pose the remains of on i of the most
desperate highwaymen that ever oper?
ated in our section," said Mr. I. N.
Crocker of the Lone Star State to a re?
porter.
"It was in the spring of ISIS that
Sam Bass met his fate in this sleepy
little town, and when he died with his
boots on the southwest was rid of a
criminal who was easily the peer of
Jesse James, though he hadn't quite as
long a run as that noted outlaw. Bass
was a product of Michigan-at least
his sister, a gentle girl, came down
from some town in that state to see
that his body was decently interred.
"Bass had collected about him a com?
pany of as hardened thieves as ever
engineered a hold up. The gang had
robbed a number of trains in Missouri
and Arkansas and concluded they
would make one more good haul in
Texas before riding across the border
into Mexico, where they proposed to
stay in retirement for a season.
"Bass had planned the looting of the
only bank at Round Rock as an easier
job and doubtless a better paying one
i than tackling a train, which feat had
\ been performed too often to be thor?
oughly safe. By changing his pro?
gramme to raiding a village bank there
might be more lucre and less risk.
"So on that lovely morning in May
when he and his fellow thieves rode
into the unsuspicious town they
chuckled to think what an easy job it
would be to transfer the bank's cash to
their pockets. So thoroughly certain
were they of getting off with the
? plunder that they were in no haste
about the matter. One wanted to get a
I shave, another went into a restaurant
and so they scattered singly over the
' place, but there was an understanding
I as to the time of attack, and a rendez
! vous was fixed upon.
"Meanwhile, unknown to the bandits,
a squad of mounted Texas rangers had
! been pressing hard upon the trail of
j the bad men, and within an hour after
the Bass outfit entered Round Rock
Sergeant Dick Ware, with eight or ten
rangers, also reached* the scene. He
wasn't aware of the presence of the
robbers, nor did they dream that the
officers of the law were in that vicinity.
Neither did any citizen of the town
have the remotest idea of the identity
of certain rough looking men, strangers
in the place. But they might be cow?
boys from some distant west Texas
cattle ranch, for the presence of such
was too common to occasion notice.
"The climax came quite by accident.
One of the ruffians who had sauntered
into a store to make a few purchases,
in reaching for his purse to make pay?
ment disclosed a big Colt's revolver.
The Texas law against carrying guns
was strict, and it so happened that the
man who saw the weapon was none
other than the town marshal, as brave
a fellow as ever lived, lie walked up
to the desperado and said quite cour?
teously:
"'My friend, I'll have to relieve you
of that six shooter.'
" '111 give it to you, then,' said the
robber with an oath, and in a second
had drawn his weapon and fired upon
the marshal, who fell dead at the re?
port.
"Upon this the robber rushed out of
the store, and immediately his com?
rades came running to the spot, but no
faster than did the rangers with their
Winchesters, ready for action. In a
second it seemed as if both sides had
the situation revealed, and the robbers
turned to run to where their horses
stoo<l tied, a block from where the
murder of the marshal occurred. Be?
fore he had run 50 yards Dick Ware
had sent a bullet into the head of
Barnes, Bass' lieutenant, which laid
the highwayman low.
"Bass, mortally wounded, managed
to get upon his horse, which he urged
to breaknock speed. The animal ran
for about three miles till he reached
the open prairie and stopped to graze.
As he did so his rider, unable to sit
longer iu the saddle from loss of blood,
fell to the ground.
"When they found him a few hours
later, he was dying. Ile recognized
Sergeant Ware as the man who had
killed him and said he wanted Ware to
have his horse. He regretted their
procrastination in robbing the bank,
for if they had ouly known the ran?
gers were so near they could have fin?
ished the job and escaped."-Washing?
ton Post
In tho Ideal Society.
In the ideal society the host will not
entertain the stranger guest with aston?
ishing statements of the money getting
achievement of his neighbors and fel?
low revelers. When a noble portrait
painted by some great foreign artist of
the host's wife or daughter is exhibited,
the guest will not be allowed to know
tho amount of the chick rendered in lieu
of it. If thc host has written a rather
successful book upon political economy
or finance, he will not confide tin- retail
price of the volume in question when
about to offer to present a copy t>> his
friend. Il a man takes a stranger for a
drive behind a beautiful and covetable
pair o?' weil bred horses, the stranger
will not nei d i<> know thc price paid for
them in order to appreciate their merits.
If a new room-some grand salon titted
with tapestries i?om a decayed palace
of the ?.hi world-is thrown open, the
astonishing cost of these sumptuous
draperies will not be whispered about
among tho guests. When a lovely wom?
an is pointed out at a ball, the chain of
jewels around hi r swanlike neck will
not be appraised by her exhibitor. I al?
most think that, in your id? al society,
there should be n<? such word as dollar.
-North America)! Review.
Fish as Fighter*.
The inhabitants of Cochin China and
Siam have known the fighting capacity
of a savage little fish for many years,
and have long been in the habit of
making matches between those owned
by different men, just as Mexicans
match gamecocks and some Americans
and Englishmen bull puns. When a
match is made the parties to it having
laid their bets bring their specimens
of the fierce little Betta pugnax in
globes of water. Both are put into one
globe and without a moment's hesita?
tion they fly at cac1' >ther and do not
cease fighting unth one of the com?
batants is killed by the other.
It is only a year or two since speci?
mens of this fish were brought to
Paris, but now many are owned in
Paris, and it is said that the demand
for good specimens is constantly on the
increase. They are beautifully spotted
with red and blue and would attract
attention in any aquarium by their
colors alone. The savage nature be?
hind the beauty would hardly be sus?
pected-Chicago Inter Ocean.
No Cure For Seasickness.
Notice should be taken of the efforts
which have from time to time been
made by the marine architect to miti?
gate the miseries of seasickness. He
has doubled his ship, he has slung his
ship as in a cradle. To no purpose. The
life of the channel steward remains an
arduous one. Seasickness is not to
be conquered by the shipwright. If
it was merely the rolling motion that
creates nausea, then a hammock or a
cot would be as sure a relief as a twin
ship or a cradle hung saloon. Sea?
sickness is caused by the several mo?
tions of the sea combined, and the
worst of these movements the builder
cannot possibly deal with-I mean
the trough into which the ship falls,
and the liquid acclivity to whose
frothing head she leaps.-Clark Rus?
sell in Pall Mall Gazette.
- i
Missed the Opportunity.
Mrs. Bargane-Haven't you got a
toothache. John?
Mr. Bargane-No, my dear. Why?
Mrs. Bargane-Oh, I am so sorry that
you have not. I bought a new tooth?
ache cure today at a bargain, and I
wanted you to try it-Baltimore Jew?
ish Comment.
"What to Say About the Baby.
The wise bachelor who is called upon
to compliment the new heir of his
wedded friend can make himself popu?
lar by declaring with emphasis, "Well,
that is a baby." There is no gainsaying
that. It isn't a bit complimentary and
sounds like strong praise.-Philadel?
phia Times.
Atlantic Coast Line.
WILMINGTON, COLUMBIA AND AF
GUSTA ?RAILROAD. *
Condensed Schedule.
Dated April 17, 1893.
TRAINS GOING SOUTH.
Leave Wilmington
Leave Marion
Arrive Florence
Leave Florence
Arrive Sumter
Leave Sumter
Arrive Columbia
?No. 55 No. 35
p. ta.
*3 45
? 34
7 15
p. m. a. m
*7 45 ?3 25
8 57 4 29
No. 62
!8 57 *9 40
IO 20 ll 00
No. 52 runs through from Charleston via
Centrel R. R , leaving Charleston 7 a. m..
Lanes S 34 a rn, Manning 9 09 a m
TRAINS GOING NORTH
Leav-e Columbia
Arrive Sumter
Leave Sumter
Arrive Florence
Leave Fl&i-ence
Leave Marion
Arrive Wilmington
*DaiIy. tDaily eicept Sunday.
No. 53 runs through to Charleston, S. C.1
Central R. R., arriving Mann.ug 5 41 p
na, Lanes 6-17 p rr, Charleston 8.00 p m.
Tr:\inson Conway Branch leave Chadoourn
5 35 p m, arrive Conway 7 40 p m, return?
ing leave Conway 8 30 a m, arrive Ctiad
bourn ll 20 am, leave Chadnourn ll 50 a m.
arrive Hub 12 25 p rn, returning ?eave Hub
3.00pta, arrive Chadbourn 3 35 am, Daily j
except Sunday.
J. R KEN IT, Gen'I Manager.
T M. EMERSON, Traffic Manager.
3. M. EMERSON. Gen'IPass Agent
Atlantic Coast Liie Railroad
Company of Senth Carolina. |
CONDENSED SCHEDULE.
In effect November 20th, 189S.
SOUTHBOUND.
No. 35 No blt
8 02 am
8 45 am
9 25 am !
4 29 am
5 17 am
5 45 am j
9 15 am i
5 40 am
6 12 am
No. 54 No. 53
a. m. p. m
*S 40 ?4 00
8 05 5 13
No. 32
a. m. p. m.
8 05 *6 06
|9 20 .7 20
a. m.
9 50
10 30
1 15
Lv Darlington,
Lv Elliott,
Ar Sumter,
Lv Sumter,
Ar Creston,
Lv Creston,
Ar Pregoalls,
Ar Orungeourg,
Ar Denmark,
NORTHBOUND.
No 32 No. SOU
4 17 pm
4 00 pm
10 00 am
3 1)0 pm
5 13 pm
6 03 pm
6 40 px I
7 20 pm !
8 05 pm :
IPailv exe pt Sunday.
Trains 82 ami 35 ctrrv tbrouzh Pullman
Palace Buffet Hepping <:ars be* ween Nev^ j
York and Macon via Augusta.
T. M EMERSON, H. il. EMERSON, j
Traffic Manager. Gen'l Pass A?t |
J. R. KENLY, Gen 1 Manager. !
Lv Denmark
Lv OrHtiiif'burg,
Lv Pregm'.Us,.
Ar Creiton,
Lv Creston,
Ar Sumter,
Lv Sumter,
A: ElHott,
Ar Darlington,
SOUTHERN R?ILW?Y.
Condensed Schedule in Effect June 11th, 1899.
No.ll No. :i\ " TTV" ?No. 6'No 12
Doily Daily EASTERN TIM... pafiy-Daily
630p 7 00a Lv... Charleston ... Ar;ll 00a! 81Tp
609p 7 41a: 14 ..Summerville.. " 1018a 732p
750p 855a " ...Branchville... " 8 52a: 602p
8 24p' ?? 23a " .. .OrangebuJi:... " S 22a 5 2?>p
9 2Up 10 15a "... Ringville .... 44 7 SUa! 4 38p
10 48a! 44 Camdon JunetionLv'. 350p
1140aAr.Camden.Lv. 300p
10 lOp ll 00a [Arv. ..Columbia... ..Lv 6 45a: 355r>
*630pl 7 OOa'Lv.. .TTa?rl?st?n ? . . Ar~?l O?a 817p
750p! ?l?a " ...Branchville... " 8 52a 602p
819p! 9 41a 44 ....Bamber? 44 8 24a 533p
831p? 9 52a 44 ... Denmark .... 44 , 8 Ila 519p
850p 1010a: 44 .. .Blackville.44 ! 7 56a 503p
957p!ll0?a: ".Aiker." 7 02a! 400p
1045p'll51a:Ar.Augustaun.d.Lv 44 I 6 20a! 310p
! Ex. I Sun. I Es.
! Sun. ' only ? Sun.
Lv. Augusta . 7 00ai 9 30aj 5 21p
Ar. Sandersville. 100p? 119p 9 09p
44 Tennille.j 130p 130p; 9 21p
Lv. Tennille.j 5 15a? 310p| 310p
44 Sandersville. 5 25a 321p 3 23p
Ar. Augusta. 9 00a 710p 830p
i Mix. i Mix. j
jDailylExsuj
Lv. Allendale.
44 Barnwell...
44 Blackville .
Ar. Batesburg.
6 45a
725a
45a
1230p'
100p'
330p!
j Mix. ! Mix. : Sun.
|Exsu:Exsu only
Lv. Batesburg.?.j 4 2op.
44 Blackville. 10 20a? 7 OOpilQ loa
44 Barnwell.;l0 45a 7 35p?10 35a
Ar. Allendale.. ? . . !.1 830plll 15a
Atlanta and Beyond.
Lv. Charleston..-. 7 UOa! ?S?pf.
Ar. Augusta.ll 51a:1045p.
44 Atlanta. *20p? 5 00a;.
Lv. Atlanta.ll00p 515a 400p
Ar. Chattanooga.. 5 ?5a? 9 25ai 840p
Lv. Atlanta.! 580a! 4l5p
Ar. Birmingham.?ll 20a 1010p
44 Memphis, (via Birmingham)... 880p; 7 45a
Ar. Lexington..| 500p! 5 00a
44 Cincinnati.:. 730p! 7 45a
44 Chicago.j 7 15a ; 530p
Ar. Louisville.! 7 85p 7 55a
44 St. Louis. 7 04ai 600p
Ar. Memphis. (via Chattanooga >..!_..| 740a
To Asheville-Cincinnati-Louisville.
EASTERN TIME. j Daily .Daily
24<?pj 93?p
4 19a 12 07a
Lv. Augusta...
44 Ba'cesburg.
Lv. Charleston.
7 00a! 5 30p
Lv. Columbia (.Union Depot ).?ll 40a! 8 30a
Ar. Spartanburg .;310p:1125a
44 Asheville. 700p 240p
" Knoxville.I 415al 7 20p
" Cincinnnati.! 730pl 7 45a
" Louisville (via, JeDico).I.| 6 50a
To Washington and the East.
Lv. Augusta.i 240p| 930?
44 Batesburg.! 419pl207a
44 Columbia (Union Depot).? 523p? 215a
Ar. Charlotte.\ 845p| 915a
Ar. Danville.jl2 55aj 122p
Ar. Richmond.?? 6 00a; 625p
Ar. Washington.j 7 40a! 905p
44 Baltimore Pa. R. R.! 912a 1125D
" Philadelphia.ill 35a; 250a
" New York.! 203p; 6 23a
Sleeping Car Line between Charleston and
Atlanta, via Augusta, making connections at
Atlanta for all points North and West.
Solid Trains between Charleston and Ashe?
ville, carrving elegant Pullman Buffet Parlor
Cars.
Connections at Columbia with through train.?
for Washington and the East : also 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. Agt. Asst. Gen'l Pass. Agt.
Washington. D. C. Atlanta, Ga.
Vinegar.
I have on hand a lot of
Home-made Vinegar of very
fine quality. The flavor is dei
icate, while the strength is
equal to any to be had.
Will be sold at my residence
for 40 cents per gallon.
UT, G. ?STEEft.
ATLANTIC COAST LINE
North-Eastern R. R. of S. C
CONDENSED SCHEDULE.
TRAINS GOING SOUTH
Dated No. No. No.
API. 17, '99 35? 23* 53?_
am pm
Le Florence 3 25 7 45
Le Kingstree 8 55
Ar Lane3 4 33 9 13 po ' ^
Le Lanes 4 33 9 13 6 20
Ar Charleston 6 03 10 50 8 00
TRAINS GOING NORTH.
No. No. No.
78* 32* 52*
a tn pm am
Le Charleston 6 33 4 49 7 00
Ar Lane* 8 03 6 14 8 32
Le Lanes 8 03 6 14
Le Kingstree S 20
Ar Florence 9 20 7 20
am pm am
?Daily. tDatly except Sunday.
No 52 runs through to Columbia via Cen?
tra! R. R. of S. C.
Trains Nos. 78 and 32 run via Wilson and
Fayetteville-Short Line-and make close
connection for all points North.
TiAins on C. & D R. R. leave Florene? *
daily except Snncay 9 50 a m, arrve Darling?
ton 10 15 a ru, Hartville 9 15 a m, Cberaw
ll 30 a m, Wadesboro 2 25 p m. Leave
Florence daily except Sunday 7 55 p m, ar?
rive Darlington 8 20 p m. Bennettsville 9 17
pm, Gibton 9 45 p m. Leave Florence
Sunday only 9 30 am. arrive Darlington
10 05 a m
LeaV? Gibson dai! except Sunday 6 00
a rn, Bennettsville 7 00 a m, arrive Darling?
ton 8 00 H ta, leave Darlingron S 50 a m, ar?
rive Florence 9 15 ara. Leave Wadesboro
daily exc?pt Sunday 3 00 pm, Cberaw 4 45
pm, Hartville 7 00 a m, Darlington 6 S^^?
p rn, arrive Florence 7 00 p m. Leave D$f?H
lington Sunday only 8 50 a m, arrive Flor-^^
ence 9 15 a ra.
J. R KENLEY, JNO. F. DIVINE.
G?o: Manager. Gen'l Sup'tj
T. M. EMERSON, Traffic Manager.
H. M EMERSON, Gen'l Pasa. Agent