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?^.SNSS-^NJK^?*^ ..... A I IN HB STEPS, j H-jg ? g 3csus So?" I ?J^lj it ?By Charles M. Sheldon. | t^Sp^^^^B ? Coyxfrioktcd and published in book form by the S ^^^^O'^Wff^K^ SS i w Advance Publishing Co, of Giicago. <k> ^^mmM'vr^mS^naBSsa CHAPTER XL Ttighteousness shall go before him and shal i- jf in the way of his steps. TheN bishop was not in the habi carrying much money with him, ; the man with the stake, who 1 searching him, nttered an oath at small amonnt of change he found. lie nttered it the man with the pi; savagely said: "Jerk out his wat We might as well get all we can ont the job." The man with the stake was on point of laying hold of the chain wi there was the sound of footsteps com: toward them. "Get behind the fence! We have half searched him yet. Mind yon k< stint now if yon don't want" The man with the pistol made a s nificant gesture with it, and his co panion pulled and pushed the bist down the. alley and through a rag| broken opening in the fence. The th: stood still there in the shadow until 1 . footsteps passed. "Now, then, have yon got 1 watch?" asked the man with the pist "No; the chain is caught son where!" And the other man s wc again. "Break it, then!" "No; don't break it," the bish said, And it was the first time he h spoken. "The chain is the gift of very dear friend. I should be sorry have it broken. " At the sound of the bishop's voi the man with the pistol started as if had been suddenly shot by his ov weapon. With a quick movement of 1 other hand he tnrned the bishop's he; toward what little light was shinii from the alleyway, at the same tir taking a step nearer. Then, to the ev dent amazement of mV companion. ] said roughly: "Leave the watch alone. We've g the money. That's enough. " "Enough! Fifty cents! Yon don reckon" Before the man with the stake con say another word he was confront* "with the muzzle of the pistol, turne from the bishop's head toward his ow: "Leave that watch be and put ba< *~ the money too. This is the bishop we'"* held np-the bishop! Do yon hear?" "And what of it? The president < the-United States wouldn't be too goc to hold np if" "I say, yon put the money back, ( in five minutes I'll blow a hole throng your head that'll let in more sense tha yon have to spare now. ' ' said the othe: For a second the man with the stat seemed to hesitate at this strange tur in events, as if measuring his compai ion's intention. Then he hastily droi ped the money back into the bishop pocket. "Yon can take your hands dowr sir." The man with the weapon kr? ered it slowly, still keeping' an eye o the other man and speaking with roug respect. The bishop slowly brought hi arms to his side and looked earnestly a the two men. In the dim light it wa difficult to distinguish features. He wa evidently free to go his way now. bu he stood there, making no movement. "Yon can go on. Yon needn't sta; any longer on our account. ' ' The ma: who had acted as spokesman turned an? sat down on a stone. The other ma: stood viciously digging his stake int tiie ground "That's just what I'm staying for.' replied the bishop. He sat down on ; board that projected from the broke] fence. "Yon must like our company. It i hard sometimes for people to tear them selves away from us." the man stand ing np said, laughing coarsely. "Shut up!" exclaimed the other "We re on the road to hell, though that's sure enough. We need bette: company than ourselves and the devil. ' "If you would only allow me to b< ?f any help"- The bishop spoke gen tly, even lovingly. The man on th< stone stared at the bishop t hr or. gb th?, darkness. After a moment of silence hi spoke slowly, like one who had Snail; decided upon a eourse he had at fir M rejected. "Do you remember ever seeing mt before?" "No." said the bishop. "The light i> not very good, and I have really not had a good look at you. " **Do yon know me now':** The man soddenly took off his hat ana. getting ni) from the stone, walked over to the bishop ontil they were near enough ie touch each other. The man's hair was coal black, ex o>i?>t one spot on the top of his head about as larg" as the palm of the hand, which was white. The minnie the bishop saw that ho started. Th;' memory of 13 years ago began to stir in him The man helped him. "Don't you remember one day back in 'bl or 'S3 a man came to your house and told it story about his wife and child having been horned to death in a tenement lire in New York?" "Yes; I begin to recall now." mur? mured tlie bishop. The other man seemed to be interested. He ceased dig? ging his stake in the ground and stood f=tii!. li.>tonin??. "Do 3'ou remember how you took me into your own hoose that night and spent all the next day trying to find me a job and how. when yon succeeded in getting me a place in a warehouse as foreman, I promised to quit drinking . 2)ecanse yon asked me to ?' " ".*! rememb^erit now^L' the_bishop_rej: j plied gently. "I hope yon have j your promise. [ The man laughed savagely. The ; struck his hand against the fence i such sudden passion that he drew bl "Kept it! I was drunk inside week. I've been drinking ever si but I've never forgotten you or ; prayer. Do you remember, the mon after I came to your house and ? breakfast, you had prayers and a: me to come in and sit with the r That got me. But my mother use pray. I can see her now kneeling di by my bed when I was a lad. Fa" came in one night drunk and kic her while she was kneeling there me, but I never forgot that praye jours that morning. You prayed me just as mother nsed to, and you not seem to take count of the fact t I was ragged and tough looking ; more than half drunk when I rung y doorbell. My God, what a life 1 lived! The saloon has housed me ; homed me and made hell on earth ma But that prayer stuck to me all jtime. My promise not to drink \ broken in a thousand pieces inside two Sundays, and I lost the job 3 found for me and landed in a police s tion two days afterward, but I ne forgot you or your prayer. 1 do know what good it's done me. bm never forgot it. and 1 won't do a harm to you nor let any one else you're free to" go. That's why The bishop did not stir. Somewb a church clock struck 1 The man h put on his hat and gone back to his S? on the stone. The bishop was thiaki hard. "How long is it since you had work he asked, and the man standing answered for the other "More'n six months since either us did anything to tell of. unless y count holding up work I call it pr?t wearing kind of a job myself, especial when we put in a night like this o and don't make nothing. " "Suppose I found good jobs for bo of you. Would you quit this and beg all over?' "What's the use?' The man on tl stone spoke sullenly "I've reformed hundred times Every time I go dov deeper The devil's begun to forcelo on me already It's too late. ' "No.'" said the bishop, and never b fore the most entranced audience hi he felt the desire for souls burn np ; him so strongly All the time he s; there during the remarkable scene 1 prayed "O Lord Jesus, give me tl .souls of these two for thee ! I am hui gry for them! Give them to me!' "NoI" the bishop repeated. "Wh? does God want of you two men? doesn't so much matter what 1 wan but he wants just what 1 do in th case. You two men are of infinite valr to him. " And then the bishop's woi derful memory came to his aid in a appeal such as no one else on eart among men could make under such eil cumstances He had remembered tb man's name in spite of the wonderfull busy years that lay between his comin to the house and the present moment "Burns."" he said, and he yearne over the men with an unspeakable \orni ing for them both, "if you and you friend here will go home with me tc night I will find you both places c honorable employment. I will believ in you and trust you You are bot! comparatively young men. Why shoul< God lose you? It is a great thing fe win the love of the great Father It i a small thing that I should love you but if you need to feel again that ther i is love in the world you will believt me when I say. my brothers, that I lov< you. and in the name of him who wa: I crucified for our sins I cannot bear t< I see you miss the glory of the humai I life. Come ! Be men ! Make another tr] ! for it. God helping you No one bu' God and you and myself need evei know anything of this tonight He ha: forgiven it. The minute you ask him tc you will find that true. Come! We'I fight it out together, von two and I lt's worth fighting for Everlasting lift is. It was the sinner that Christ came to help I'll do what I can for you C ; God. give me the souls of these twe : men !'* ! The bishop broke into a prayer tc j God that was a continuation of his ap? peal to the men His pent up feeling had no other outlet Before he had prayed many moments Barns was sit? ting with his face buried in his hands, j sobbing Where were his mother's prayers now? They were adding to the power of the bishop's. And the other ? man. harder, less moved, without a previous knowledge of the bishop, leaned back against the fence, stolid at first, but as the prayer went on he was moved by it What force of the Holy Spirit swept ove r his dulled, brutal, coarsened life nothing but the eternal records of the recording ang? 1 can ever disclose, but that same supernatural presence that smote Paul on the road to Damascus and poured through Henry Maxwell's church the morning he asked disciples to follow in Jesus* steps and had again i broken irresistibly over the Nazareth Avenue congregation now manifested himself inthisfoul corner of the mighty city and over the natures of these two ; sinful, sunken men. apparently lost to ! all the pleadinj?s of conscience and memory of God The bishop's prayer seemed to break open the crust that had ! for years surrounded these two men and shut them off from divine communica j tion. and they themselves were thor? oughly startled by the event . The bishop__cease_dv and at. first he himself did not realize what had pened. Neither did the two men. J still sat with his head bowed bel his hands. The man leaning again fence looked at the bishop with ; in which new emotions of awe. rc ance, astonishment and a broken ? of joy struggled for expression. The bishop rose. "Come, my brothers I God is You shall stay at the settlement tor and 1 will make good my promise the work. ' The two men followed the bish silence. When they reached the s ment, it was after 2 o'clock. The b let them in and led them to a roon the door he paused a moment. His commanding figure stood in the way. and his pale face, worn witl recent experiences, was illumii with the divine glory. "God bless yon. my brothers I said. and. leaving them his benedic he went away. In the morning he almost dreadi face the men. but the impression o night had not worn away. True t promise, the bishop secured worli them. The janitor at the setilei needed an assistant, owing to the gre of the work there. So Burns was g the place The bishop succeeded in ting his companion a position as dr for a firm of warehouse dray manu tarers not far from the settlement. And the Holy Spirit, struggling these two darkened, sinful men. b? his marvelous work of regeneration. It was the afternoon following 1 morning when Burns was installed his new position as assistant jan that he was cleaning off the front s if the settlement when he pausei moment and stood up to look about h The first thing he noticed was a 1 sign just across the alley. He could most touch it with his broom fi where he stood. Over the street im: diately opposite were two large saloc and a little farther down were tl more. Suddenly the door of the nearest loon opened, and a man came out the same time two more went in. strong odor of beer floated up to Bu as he stood on the steps of the set ment. He clutched his broom han tight and began to sweep again, had one foot on the porch and anot on the step just below. He took anotl step down, still sweeping The sw stood out on his forehead, although 1 day was frosty and the air chill 1 saloon door opened again, and three four men came out. A child went with a pail and came out a momc later with a quart of beer. The ch went by on the sidewalk just below hi and the odor of the beer came up him. He took another step down, si sweeping desperately His fingers wc purple as he clutched the handle of t broom. Then suddenly he pulled himself one step and swept over the spot he h just cleaned He then dragged hims< by a tremendous effort back to the fio of the porch and went over into the cc ncr of it farthest from the saloon a: began to sweep there "0 God." ' cried, "if the bishop would only cor back!' The bishop had gone ont wi Dr Bruce somewhere, and there w no one about the settlement that 1 knew He swept in the correr for two > three minutes. His face was draw with the agony of the conflict. Gradi ally he edged out again toward the ste1, and began to go down them. He look( toward the sidewalk and saw that 1 had left one step unswept The sigl seemed to give him a reasonable excu; for going down there to finish his swee] ing He was on the sidewalk nov sweeping the last step, with his fa< toward the settlement and his bac turned partly on the saloon across tr. alley He swept the step a dozen time The sweat rolled over his face and droj ped down at his feet. By degrees he fe that he was drawn over toward tht end of the step nearest the saloon H could smell the beer and rum now a the fumes rose around him. It was Iii the infernal sulphur of the lowest heh and yet it dragged him. as by a giant* hand, nearer its source. He was down in the middle of th sidewalk now. still sweeping. He cleai ed the space in front of the settlemen and even went out into the gutter ani swept that. He took o?r his hat and rub bed his sleeve over his face. His lip wer?1 palid. and his teeth chattered H trembled all over like a palsied mai and staggered back and forth, as if hi were already drunk. His soul shool within him. He had crossed over the little piece o: stone flagging that measured the widtl of the alley, and now he stood in fron' of the saloon, looking at the sign anc staring into the window at the pile ol whisky and beer bottles arranged in i great pyramid inside. He moistened hi; lips with his tongue and took a stet forward, looking around him stealthily The door suddenly opened again, and some one came out Again the hot. penetrating smell of the liquor swept ont into the cold air. and he took an? other step toward the saloon door, which bad shut behind the customer As he laid his fingers on the door handle a tall figure came around the corner lt was tlie bishop lie seized Burns by the arm and drag? ged him back upon the sidewalk The frenzied man. now mad for drink, shrieked ont a curse and struck at tie..* bishop savagely It is doubtful if li" really km w at first who was snatching him away from his rain. The blow fell upon the bishop's face .and cut a gash in iris cheek Iii- never uttered a word, but over his face a lookof majestic sorrow swept He {ticked Burns np as if he had been a child and actually camed him up the steps into tli" settlement He placed him down in the hall and then shut the door and put his back against it Bums fVl] on his knees, sobbing and praying The bishop stood there, pant? ing with his exertion, although liurns was a slight built man and had not been a gTeat weight for one of the bishop's strength to cany. The bishop was moved with unspeakable pity. "Prayv Burns-r?ray a.?. rou. nev er prayed before' Nothing else will i yon!" "O God: Pray with mel Save Oli. save me from my hell!" c Br ms. and the bishop kneeled by in the hall and prayed as only he co After that they arose, and Bi went into bis room. He came ont < that evening like a humbie child, the bishop went his way. older f: ! that experience, bearing on his b j the marks of the Lord Jesus. Tm]j was learning something of whal means to walk in his steps. j But the saloon ! It stood there, all the others lined the street like i |iany traps set for Burns. How 1 would the man be able to resist j smell of the damnable stuff V The bis was out on the porch. The air of ! whole city seemed to be impregna with the odor of beer. "How len g God. how long?" the bishop prayed. Dr. Bruce came out, and the 1 friends talked over Burns and his tei tation. j "Did you ever make any inqui: about the ownership of this prope adjoining us?" the bishop asked. j "No: I haven't taken time for it. will now if you think it would be wo: while. But what can we do, Edwa: against the saloon in this great city ? is as firmly established as the chnrcl or politics. What power can ever move it?" "God will do it in time, as he : moved slavery," replied the bish gravely. "Meanwhile I think we hs a right to know who controls this-salo so near the settlement." "I'll find ont." said Dr. Bruce. Two days later he walked into t business office of one of the members Nazareth Avenue church and asked see him a few moments. He was o dially received by his old parishiom who welcomed him into his room a: urged him to take ail the time wanted. "I called to see you about that pro erty next to the settlement, where t bishop and myself now are, you kn?1 I am going to sneak plainly, beean life is too short and too serious for both to have any foolish hesitate about this matter. Clayton, do y< think it is right to rent that proper for a saloon ?" Dr. Bruce's question was as dire and uncompromising as he had mea: it to be. The effect of it on his old p rishioner was instantaneous. The hot blood mounted to the face i the man who sat there, a picture < business activity in a great city. Thf he grew pale, dropped his head on h hands, and when he raised it again D Bruce was amazed to see a tear rc over his parishioner's face. "Doctor, did you know that 1 toe the pledge that morning with the otl ers?" "Yes. I remember. " "But you never knew how I hav been tormented over my failure to kee it in this instance. That saloon proi erty has been the temptation of th devil to me It is the best paying ii vestment at present that I have, an yet it was only a minute before yo came in here that I was in an agony c remorse to think how I was letting little earthly gain tempt me into denis of the very Christ I had promised t follow I know well enough that h would never rent property for such purpose. There is no need, dear doctor for you to say a word more. " Clayto: held out his hand, and Dr. Bruce graspei it and shook it hard After a little h wtnt away, but it was a long time aft erward that he learned all the trutl a/oont the struggle that Clayton ha< known It was only a part of the his f tory that belonged to Nazareth Avenu j church since that memorable mornin;: when the Holy Spirit sanctioned thi I Christlike pledge. Not even the bisho-; I and Dr. Bruce, moving as the}* now di< in the very presence itself of divine im pulses, knew yet that over the whol< sinful city the Spirit was brooding wit! mighty eagerness, waiting for the dis ciples to arise to the call of sacrifice anc Buffering, touching hearts long dull anc cold, making business men and nioner makers uneasy in their absorption bj the one great struggle for more wealtl and stirring through the church as never in all the city's history the chnrcl: had been moved. The bishop and Dr Bruce had already seen some wonderful things in their brief life at the settle? ment They were to see far greater soon, more astonishing revelations of the Divine power than they had sup? posed possible in this age of the world. Within a month the saloon next the settlement was closed. The saloon keep? er's lease had expired, and Clayton not only closed the property to the whisky men. but offered the use of the building to the bishop and Dr. Bruce for the set? tlement work, which had new grown so large that the building was not suffi? cient for the different industries that were planned. Ons of the most impor? tant of these was the pure food depart I ment suggested by Felicia. It was not ' a month after Clapton turned thesaloon ! property over to the settlement that : Felicia found herself installed in the ; very room where souls had been lost as head of a department not onlv of cook mg. but ot a course ot housekeeping for girls who wished to go oat to service She was now a resident of the settle i ment and found a home with Mrs Bruce and the other young worn? n from : the city who were residents Martha, the violinist, remained at the place where the bishop had first discovered the two giris and came ov< r to the set? tlement certain evenings to give lessons in music "Felicia, tell ns your plan in full now." said the bishop one evening : when, in a rare interval Of rest fri ?rn th*..-great pressure of work, he, with i)r Bruce and Felicia, had come in from the other building "Well. 1 have long thought of the hired girl problem." said Felicia, with :m air of wisdom that made Mrs. Bruce smile as sin- looked at the enthusiastic vital beauty of yenni; ?u'irl. trans? formed into a new creature by the promise she had made to live the Christ like life, "and I have reached certain j conclusions in regard to it that you 1 cien vsc not yet ?ble rp fathom, but Mrs. iiruce here will understand nae. 'r "We acknowledge our infancy. Fe? lic:::. Go on." said the bishop humbly "Then this is what I propose todo The old saloon building is large enough to arrange into a snit of rooms that will represent an ordinary house. My plan is tn have it so arranged and then teach housekeeping and cooking to girls who will afterward go out to service. The course will be six months long. In that time I will teach plain cooking, neatness, quickness and a love of good work. " "Hold on, Felicia!" the bishop inter? rupted. "This is not an age of mira? cles. " [TO BE COXTIXUED.] ,<Jij? CUBAN OIL cures Cuts, Burns, Bruises, Rheuma? tism and Sores. Price, 25 cts Sold by HughsoD-L'con Co. THOSE BOER LADIES. By Middle Life They Arc Almost Too Fat to Walk. The Boer woman is very little like the trim, handsome Dutchwoman of her ancestral Holland. She is seldom pretty. Her complexion is her princi? pal charm, and she guards this care? fully whenever she goes out. She is never, seen outdoors without a great peaked bonnet on her head, her visits to church being made behind an al? most oriental seclusion of veils. This is necessary to preserve the pink and white ef her skin, for the climate would otherwise soon tan it to the col? or of sole leather. Her eyes are small and set close together, and her features are irregular. Her cheeks are broad and flat, and her hair is naturally light in color, although time and weather soon bleach it from its early straw color. At a very early age she loses all her teeth, for she is constantly chewing sweet cakes aud confection? ery. A European woman would replace the molars that nature has deprived her of with well mounted works of art, but the Boer woman does not do this. She thinks it would be impious thus to try to duplicate the work of the Creator. Her figure is thick and almost waistless. While still a young woman she begins to grow fat. and by *Ue time middle life is reached she is often so unwieldy that the only ex? ercise she is able to take is to waddle cumbrously from one armchair to an? other. She is clad ia a loose, scantily made gown, devoid of trimming and /apparently waistless. The day gar? ments of the Boers are also their night? clothes, so the gown is generally wrin? kled.-Charleston News and Courier. Sa mon'H Talking Man. Samoa's talking man, or "tolafali," is a character. All the affairs of state of the village in which he holds office are carried upon his shoulders. In or? dinary he is the chief adviser, persuad? er, convincer and restrainer of the loading chiefs. Having the gift of eloquence, he makes ?.he most of it. He enjoys im? munity from many things. He cannot be spoken of in ordinary terms. If it should be necessary to speak of his eyes or his mouth or his limbs, special honorable words must be used, words which attach to him alone and have never been applied to the personal parts of ordinary men. As he stands to deliver his soft, per? suasive, mellifluous oratory, with staff of office in his hand and his fly duster thrown over his shoulder, any one can see that he is a man of great impor? tance, or if this is not apparent from his attitude it may be gathered from the attention paid to his utterances by gray haired chiefs and by youths and maidens. If the talking man is a clev? er fellow and understands his busi? ness, he is the chief ruling power in his tribe, although the nominal headship is always vested in a chief or patri? archal figurehead. Peculiarity of Snake?. A snake tamer who had tramed a serpent to follow him around the house and even out of doors happened one day to take it with him to a strange place. The snake, unused to the local? ity, suddenly seemed to forget all his training and, escaping into the bushes, resisted capture with bites and every indication of wildness. When caught, it at once resumed its tame habits. This tendency to become wild imme? diately upon obtaining their freedom and to again become tame when caught is said to be a peculiarity of snakes. New York Tribune. Mnsie For Fish Rait. An eccentric hermit named William Schneller, who lives at Franklin. Mich is said to be one of ?he most successful fishermen i:i his part of the country, and he claims io call tho tish to him by singing "Old Hundredth." He goes out ia his boat and rakes a station in fairly deep water, '?'hen he sings, at the same time keeping his eyes on thc; wale.- in search of fish. Gradually the lis!i crowd about his boat, lie claims, and when eno::gh are gathered togeth? er the wily fisherman casts a net and c?tela s Ci')Zt at a single han! The old genth niau has a famous voice, and his neighbors are inclined to believe his strange story.-Chicago Record. The Byzantine princes played a game which differed very little from our modern polo. FOR SALK. EXTRA FINK B?RRED P LYMOUTHS ?W*'-, Kegs for Ha'chb 2 l? for ?-J 00 Xicelj/ Packed it; X< :r Baskets JOHN A CULLOM, Ridge Spring, S. C. J?n 21 4a O crop can grow with= ?out Potash, j Every blade of i Grass, even* grain ! of Corn, all Fruits ? and Vegetables must have it. If enough is supplied you can count on a full crop I? too little, the growth will be " scrubby/' Send for our books telling all about composition of fertilizers best adapted for all crops. They cost yoo nothing. GERMAN KALI WORKS, 93 Nassau St., New Y<8*? Kodol Dyspepsia Cure. Digests what you eat. It artificially digests the food arr\aid? Nature in strengthening and recon? structing the exhausted digestive or? gans. It is the latest discovered dist? ant and tonic. Ko other preparation j.can approach it in efficiency. It in ' stantly relieves and permanently cures Dyspepsia, Indigestion, Heartburn, Flatulence, Sour Stomach, Nausea, SickHeadache, Gastralgia,Cramps, and all other results of imperf ect digestion. . Prepared by E. C. DeWitt & Co.. Cblcago Forsale in Sumter by J S Huebson & Co STMB?R? ERES STALLION Modoc Will Stand the Season in Sumter -AT Boyle's Stables. Chestnut Stallion, foaled May 1892; bred bylMaj. Campbell Brown, Ewell Stock Farnv T?ii33seet "MODOC," sired by McEween. 2.18$; fir3 iam Lady Radowa ; registered in Vol. 12 American Stnd Book. He is one of tbeSoeet bred etallicnd in the r-tate: bred for sise 3f> le, beauty and speed He 13 of kind and. contle di8DOSition A snre foal setter "BARRED PLYMOUTH ROC?T EGGS From Thoroughbred Prize Wioners ?1 50 FOR 15. Safe Arrival Guaranteed. L. C. DARSEY, Box 12. SuDny Side, Ga. Jan 31 2m Atlantic tel Lise Railroad Company of Mil Carolina CONDENSED SCHEPULS. In effect January 14th, iSOO SOUTH NORTH. No No No No ?35 f57 1*6 *32 8 02 Lv Darlington Ar 8 05 8 45 Lv Elliott Ar 7 20 9 25 Ar Sumter LT 6 40 3 46 Lr Sumter Ar 6 IS 4 43 Ar Creston Lv 5 27 5 45 Lv Creston Ar 3 50, 9 15 Ar Prevails Lv 10 00 5 10 Oranqeburg 5 OS 5 48 Denmark 4 2* 7 55 Augusta 2 30 a m a a p m p m *D*iiv f D*i!y exe-pt ?uiday. Trains 32 acd 31 carry through Pullman Palace Buffer Sleeping Cars between New York Hnd Macon via Augusta. T V: EMERSON H M EV5ERSON, Truth".; Mander. Geo'] Pass. Agt. J R KEN LY, Ger.'l Mansger. Pictures The nj cst popular pictares this Peaton are the artistic sod beautiful Platina prirreand Arto typos. The Platica prims have a!! rho Scclrj fo detail of a . photograph ss well S3 the ?nisb ana artistic m?a-e o? a steel plats repaving. The Artonprs are high c?a.-s crtift'a prints-ccpte9 >.<: faci?os paintiBfrs. We have n v: ry ?i.e ?ire of piolares !0 ?,c;ncc(Sie fr?:nes that we Are r. ?:C? s>f less prices for this class of work '.hut v?e have ever htiown ta Sumter. Oar pic Sores oiuke suitable weridiog presents, for nothing ie more aeccp'tbi? than O?? or c?ore fine pic-ares. We have recently added this linc of p;e?uros to oar stock ?Dd wo ?Lvito an inspection of cor pictures. Mary sizep, varioqjs pry les of frames, aod prices to sait. H. Gr. Osteen & Co.