The watchman and southron. (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, February 28, 1900, Image 8
IN HIS STEPS. I
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By diaries M. Sheldon.
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"Then I will make it one," repl
Felicia. "I know this seems like an i
possibility, bnt I want to try it. I kn
a score of girls already who will ta
the course, and if we can once cstabl:
something like an esprit de corps arno
the girls themselves I am sure it ^
"be of great value to them. I know
?eady that the pure food is working
revolution in many families. "
"Felicia, if yon can accomplish hi
cf what yon propose to do, it will ble
this whole commnnity," said Mi
Brace. "I don't see how yon can do :
trat I say 'God bless yon!' as you try
"So say we all!" cried Dr. Bruce ai
the bishop, and Felicia plunged into t.
working ont of her plan with the e
thusiasm of her discipleship, which e
err day grew more and more practic
and serviceable.
It nmst be said here that Felicia
plan succeeded beyond all expectation
She developed wonderful powers of pe
suasion and taught her girls with asto;
ishing rapidity to do all sorts of hons
work. In time the graduates of Felicia
cooking school came to be prized 1
housekeepers all over the city. But th;
V is anticipating our story. The histoi
cf the settlement; has never yet bee
written. When it is. Felicia's part wi
be found of very great importance.
The depth of winter found Chicas
presenting, as every great city of tl
world presents, to the eyes of Christel
dom that marked contrast betwee
riches and poverty, between cultur<
refinement luxury, ease and ignorant
depravity, destitution and the bitte
struggle for bread It was a hard wir
ter, but a gay winter. Never had thei
been such a succession of parties, recej.
tions, balls, dinners, banquets, fetes
gayeties: never had the opera and th
theater been so crowded with fashior
able audiences; never had there bee
such a lavish display of jewels and fin
dresses and equipages, and, on the otb
er hand, never had the deep want au
suffering been so cruel,, so sharp, s
murderous ; never had the winds blowi
so chilling over the lake and throng]
the thin shells of tenements in th
neighborhood of the settlement; neve
had the pressure for food and fuel an<
.clothes been so urgently thrust U]
against the people of the city in thei
most importunate and ghastly form.
Night after night the bishop and Dr
Bruce, with their helpers, went out an<
helped to save men and women anc
children from the torture of physica
privation. Vast quantities of food anc
clothing and large sums of money wert
donated by the churches, the charitable
societies, the civic authorities ?nd tht
benevolent associations, but the persona]
touch of the Christian disciple was very
hard to secure for personal work
Where was the discipleship that was
obeying the Master's command togo it?
self to the suffering and give itself with
its gift, in order to make the gift ol
value in time to come? The bishop
found his heart sink within him as he
faced this fact more than any other.
Men would give money who would not
think of giving themselves, and the
money they gave did not represent any
real sacrifice because they did not miss
it They gave what was the easiest to
give, what hurt them the least. Where
did the sacrifice come in ? Was this fol?
lowing Jesus? Was this going with
him all the way ? He had been to many
members of his own wealthy and aris?
tocratic congregation and was appalled
to find how few men und women of that
luxurious class in the churches would
really suffer any genuine inconvenience
for the sake of suffering humanity
Is charity the giving of wornout gar?
ments? Is it a ten dollar bill given to a
paid visitor or secretary of some be?
nevolent organization in the church?
Shall the man never go and give his
gift himself? Shall, the woman never
deny herself her reception or her party
or her musical and go and actually
touch the foul, sinful sore of diseased
humanity as it festers in the great me?
tropolis? Shall charity be conveniently
and easily done through some organiza?
tion ? ls it possible to organize the af?
fections so that love shall work dis?
agreeable things by proxy?
All this the bishop asked as he plunged
deeper into the sin and sorrow of that
bitter winter He was bearing his cross
with joy. but he burned and fought
within over the shifting of personal
love hythe many upon the hearts of the
few And still, silently, powerfully, re
sLstlessIy, the Holy Spirit was moving
through the church upon even the aris?
tocratic, wealthy, ease loving members,
who shunned the terrors of the social
problem as they would shun a con?
tagious disease
This far-t was impressed upon the
bishop and the settlement workers in a
startling way one morning Perhaps no
one incident t i i ;i t winter shows more
plainly how much of a inonu ntnrn had
already grown out of the movement of
Nazareth Avenue church and tit" action
of Dr Bruce and the bishop that fol?
lowed the pledge to do as Jesus would do.
The breakfast hour at the settlement
was the one hour iii the day when the
whole resident family found a little
breathing space T?> fellowship together
It was an hour of relaxation There
was a great deal of good natured re?
partee and much real wit and enjoyable
fun at this hour The bishop told his
best stories I>r Bruce was at his best
in anecdote This company of disciples
was healthily humorous in spite of the ?
atmosphere of sorrow that constantly ;
surrounded them. In fact, the bishop
often said that the faculty of humor
his own case it was the only safe
valve he had for the tremendous pre
tire pnt upon him.
This particular morning the bish
was reading extracts from a morai
j paper for the benefit of the others. Sr
I denly he paused, and his face instanl
grew stern and sad. The rest look
up, and a hush fell over the table.
"Shot and killed while taking a lui
of coal from a car. His family tv
freezing, and he had had no work ?
sis months. His six children and a w:
all packed into a cabin with thr
rooms on the west side. One child wra
ped in rags in a closet "
These were headlines that the bish
read slowly. He then went on and re;
the detailed account of the shooting ai
the visit of the reporter to the teneme
where the family lived.
He finished, and there was silen
around the table. The humor of tl
hour was swept out cf'existence by th
bit of human tragedy. The great eil
roared about the settlement. The awfi
current of human life was flowing in
great stream past the settlement hons
and those who had work were hurryir
to it in a vast throng, but thousanc
were going do^n in the midst of th;
current, clutching at last hopes, dyim
literally in a land of plenty, beean.'
the boon of physical toil was denie
them.
There were various comments on tl
part of the residents. One of the nev
comers, a young man preparing for tib
ministry, said: "Why didn't the ma
apply to one of the charity organizi
tions for help or to the city i It certaii
ly is not true that, even at its wors!
this city full of Christian people woul
knowingly allow any one to go wi thou
food or fuel. "
"No; I don't believe that it would.1
replied Dr. Bruce. "But we don't kno^
the history of that man's case. He ma
have asked for help so often before tha
finally, in a moment of desperation, h
determined to help himself. I hav
known such cases this winter. " *
"That is not the terrible fact in thi
case," said the bishop. "The awfu
thing about it is the fact that the mai
had not had any work for six months. '
"Why don't such people go out into
the country?" asked the divinity stu
dent.
Some one at the table who had mad?
a special study of the opportunities fo:
work in the country answered the ques
tion. According to the investigator, th*
places that were possible for work ii
the country were exceedingly few foi
steady employment, and in almost ev
ery case they were offered only to mei
without families. Siippose a man's wif<
and children were ill. How could hi
move or get into the country? How
could he pay even the meager sum nec?
essary to move his few goods? There
were a thousand reasons probably why
this particular man did not go else?
where.
"Meanw??le there are the wife and
children, " said Mrs. Bruce. "How aw?
ful ! Where is the place, did you say ?'
The bishop took up the paper.
"Why, it's only three blocks from
here. This is the Penrose district. I be?
lieve Penrose himself owns half of the
houses in that block. They are among
the worst houses in this part of the
city, and Penrose is a church member. "
* ' Yes ; he belongs to the Nazareth Av?
enue church," replied Dr. Bruce in a
low voice.
The bishop rose from the table the
very figure of divine wrath. He had
opened bis lips to say what seldom
came from him in the way of denuncia?
tion when the bell rang and one of the
residents went to the door.
"Tell Dr. Bruce and the bishop 1
want to see them. Penrose is the name
-Clarence Penrose. Dr. Bruce knows
me. "
The family at the breakfast table
heard every word. The bishop exchanged
a significant look with Dr. Bruce, and
the two men instantly left the table
and went out into the hall.
"Come in here. Penrose." said Dr.
Bruce, and he and the bishop ushered
the visitor into the reception room.
They cloded the door and were alone.
Clarence Penrose was one of tho most
elegant looking men in Chicago. He
came from an aristocratic family of
great wealth and social distinction. He
was exceedingly wealthy and had large
property holdings in different parts of
tlx' city. He had been a member of Dr
Bruce's church all his life.
This man faced the bishop and his
former pastor with ;t ]<">k of agitation
on his countenance that showed plainly
the mark of some unusual experience
ll" was very pale, and his lij> trembled
as he spoke. When had Clarence Pen?
rose ever lu-for?- yielded ? > such a strange
emotion of feeling?
"This affair of the shooting- you un?
derstand. Y-.-? have read it. Thefamily
lived ia one of my hons? s. lt is a terri
ble event. But that I - n<>; the primary
cause <u my Y?.-?? " ji<- stammered and
looked anxiously into th" faces of thi
other two: men The bishop still looked
stern He could not help feeling tl mt .
this elegant man of leisure <-<<!ii<i have
done n great deal to alleviate the 1 o?T
rors in his tenements, possibly have pre
vented ??:is tragedy, it' he had sacrificed
sonn- of his personal ?-ase and luxury t"
better the condition of lie* ]??<>{?]<. in his
district
Penrose turned to Dr Bruce.
"Ductor." he exclaimed, and there
was almost a child's terror in his voice. :
"I came to say that 1 have had an cv- j
perience'xso unusual that nothing but j
remember ? was one of those who 1
the pledge to do as Jesus would do
thought at the time, poor fool thi
was, that I had all along been doing
Christian thing. I gave liberally on
my abundance to the church and cl
ity. I never gave myself to cost me ;
suffering. I have been living in a ]
feet hell of contradictions ever sim
took the pledge. My little girl, Dia
you remember, also took the pie
with me. She has been asking m
great many questions lately about
poor people and where they lived. 1i
obliged to answer her. Two of her qt
tions last night touched my sore. Di
own any houses where those peo
lived ? Were they nice and warm 1
ours ? You know how a child will
questions like these. I went to bed 1
mented with what I now know to
the divine arrows of conscience. I co
not sleep. I seemed to see the judgm
day. I was placed before the Judge,
was asked tc give account of my de
done in the body. How many sin
souls had I visited in prison ? What 1
I done with my stewardship? H
about those tenements where peo
froze in winter and stifled in sumin
Did I give any thought to them, exe
to receive the rentals from the:
Where did my suffering come i
Would Jesus have done as I had dc
und was doing? Had I broken ]
pledge ? How liad I used the money a
the culture and the social influence
possessed? Had I used them to bl?
humanity, to relieve the suffering,
bring joy to the distressed and hope
the desponding ? I had received muc
How much had I given ?
"All this came to me in a wald:
vision as distinctly as I see yon tn
men and myself now. I was unable
see the end of the vision. I had a co
fused picture in my mind of the snff<
ing Christ pointing a condemning fing
at me, and the rest was shut out
mist and darkness. I have not had sie
for 24 hours. The first thing I saw th
morning was the account of the shoe
ing at the coalyards- I read the accou
with a feeling of horror I have not be<
able to shake off. I am a guilty creatu
before God. "
Penrose paused suddenly. The tv
men looked at him solemnly. Wb
power of the Holy Spirit moved tl
soul of this hitherto self satisfied, el
gant, cultured man who belonged
the social life that was accustomed
go its way, placidly unmindful of tl
great sorrows of a great city and pra
tically ignorant cf what it means 1
suffer for Jesus' sake ?
Into thatjroom came a breath such i
before swept over Henry Maxwell
church and through Nazareth Avenu
and the bishop laid his hand on tl
shoulder of Penrose and said: "M
brother, God has been very near to yoi
Let us thank him. "
"Yes. yes," sobbed Penrose. Hess
down on a chair and covered his fae?
The bishop prayed Then Penrose quiei
ly said, "Will yen go with me to tha
house?"
For answer both Dr. Bruce and th
bishop put on their overcoats and wen
out with him to the home of the dea
man's family. This was the beginnin
of a new and strange life for Clarenc
Penrose. From the moment he steppe*
into that wretched hovel of a home an
faced for the first time in his life a de
spair and suffering such as he had rea?
of. but did not know by personal con
tact, he dated a new life. It would b
another long story to tell how. in obedi
ence to his pledge, he began to do wi tl
his tenement property as he knew Jesu
would do. What would Jesus do witl
tenement property if he owned it ii
Chicago or any other great city of tin
world? Any man who can imagine an?
true answer to this question can easil]
tell what Clarence Penrose began to do
Now. before that winter reached it:
bitter climax many things occurred ir
the city that concerned the lives of al
the characters in this history of the dis
ciples who promised to walk in his steps.
It chanced, by one of those remark?
able coincidences that seem to occui
preternaturally, that one afternoon, jusl
as Felicia came out of the settlement
with a basket which she was going tc
leave as a sample with a baker in the
Penrose district, Stephen Clyde opened
the door of the carpenter shop in the
basement and came out of the lower
door in time to meet Felicia as she
reached the sidewalk.
"Let me carry your basket, please. "
he said.
"Why do you say 'please?' " asked
Felicia, handing over the basket.
"I would like to say something else, "
replied Stephen, glancing at her shyly
and yet with a boldness that frightened
him. for he had been loving Felicia
more every day since he first saw her.
and especially since she stepped into the
shop that day with the bishop, and for
weeks now they had been in many ways
thrown into each other's company
"What else?" asked Felicia innocent?
ly, falling into the trap.
"Why."' said Stephen, turning his
fair, noble face full toward her and
eying her with the look of one who
would have th- best of all things in the
universe. "I would like to say. 'Let me
carry your basket, dear Felicia.'
Felicia never looked so beautiful in
her life. Sin- walked en a little way
without even turning her fare toward
him lt was no secret with her own
heart that she had given it io Stephen
some time ago Finally she turned and
said shyly, while her face grew rosy
and her eyes tender. "Why don't you
say ir, then ':'
"May Iv" cried Stephen, and he was
so careless for a minute.of the way ho
held Ti:;- basket that Felicia exclaimed:
"Yes ' But. oh. don't drop my goodies. !"
"Why, ! won Uhf 1 drop anything so
precious for ali the world, 'dear Fe?
licia. >::;<! Stephen, who now walked
on air for several blocks, and what else
w;:*- said during th.-?t walk is private
correspondence that we have no righi
to read, only it is matter of history that
day that the basket never i-?*.-1?. 11. -i 1
destination and that over in the other
direction lal?- in the afternoon the
bishop, walking along quietly in a
rather secluded spot near the outlying
part of the settlement district, heard a j
JjimLLiajL_vid?^^ tell me. Fe- I
lida, when did you begin to love nie?"
"I fell in love with a little pine shav?
ing .inst above your ear that day I saw
yon in the shop. ' ' said the other voice,
with a laugh so clear, sc pure, so sweet,
that it did one good to hear it.
The next moment the bishop turned
the corner and came upon them.
"Where are you going with that
basket?" he tried to say sternly.
"We're taking it to-where are we
taking it to. Felicia?"
"Dear bishop, we are taking it home
to begin"
"To begin housekeeping with, "fin?
ished Stephen, coming to the rescue.
"Are you ?" said the bishop. "I hope
you will invite me in to share. I know
what'Felicia's cooking is. "
"Bishop, dear bishop," said Felicia,
and she did not pretend to hide her
happiness, "indeed you shall always be
the most honored gu est. Are you glad ? ' '
"Yes, I am," replied the bishop, in?
terpreting Felicia's words as she wished.
Then he paused a moment and said
gently, "God bless you both!" and went
his way, with a tear in his eye and a
prayer in his heart, and left them to
their joy.
Yes ; shall not the same divine power
of love that belongs to earth be lived
and sung by the disciples of the man of
sorrows and the burden bearer of sins?
Yea, verily ! And this man and woman
shall walk hand in hand through this
great desert of human woe in this city,
j strengthening each other, growing
more loving with the experience of the
world's sorrows, walking in his steps
even closer yet because of this love,
bringing added blessings to thousands
of wretched creatures because they are
to have a home of their own to share
with the homeless. "For this cause,"
said our Lord Jesus Christ, "shall a
man leave his father and mother and
cleave unto his wife." and Felicia and
Stephen, following the Master, love him
with deeper, truer service and devotion
because of the earthly affection which
heaven itself sanctions with its solemn
blessing.
Now. it was a little after the love
story of the settlement became a part of
its glory that Henry Maxwell of Ray?
mond came to Chicago with Rachel
Winslow and Virginia Page and Rollin
and Alexander Powers and President
Marsh, and the occasion was a remark?
able gathering at the hall of the settle?
ment, arranged by the bishop and Dr
Bruce, who had finally persuaded Mr.
Maxwell and his fellow disciples of
Raymond to come on to be present at
this meeting.
The bishop invited into the settle?
ment hall meeting for that night men
out of work, wretched creatures who
had lost faith in God and man, anar?
chists and infidels, freethinkers and no
thinkers. The representatives of all the
city's worst, most hopeless, most dan?
gerous, depraved elements faced Henry
Maxwell and the other disciples when
the meeting began, and still the Holy
Spirit moved over the great, heaving,
selfish, pleasure loving, sin stained city,
and it lay in God's hand, not knowing
all that awaited it. Every man and
woman at the meeting that night had
seen the settlement motto over {he door,
blazing through the transparency set
up by the divinity student. "What
Would Jesus Dc?"
And Henry Maxwell, as for the first
time he stepped under the doorway,
was touched with a deeper emotion than
he had felt in a long time as he thought
of the first time that question had come
to him in the piteous appeal of the
shabby young man who had appeared
in the First church of Raymond at the
morning service.
Was his great desire for Christian fel?
lowship going to be granted? Would
the movement begun in Raymond actu?
ally spread over the country ? He had
come to Chicago with his friends partly
to see if the answer to that question
would be found in the heart of the great
city life. In a few minutes he would
face the people He had grown very
strong and calm since he first spoke
with trembling to that company of
workingmen in the railroad shops, but
now. as then, he breathed a deeper
prayer for help. Then he went in. and
with the bishop and the rest of the dis?
ciples he experienced one of the great
and important events of the earthly
life. Somehow he felt as if this meeting
would indicate something of an answer
to his constant query. "What would
Jesus do?" and tonight as he looked
into the faces of men and women who
had for years been strangers and ene?
mies to the church his heart cried out.
"0 my Master, teach thy church how
to follow thy steps better!" Is that
prayer of Henry Maxwell's to be an?
swered? Will the church in the city re?
spond to the call to follow him? Will it
choose to walk in his steps of pain and j
suffering? And still over all the city i
broods the Spirit Grieve him not. O ?
city, for he was never more ready to
revolutionize this world than now!
[TO HE COXTIXUED.]
Thv Artist'* Hoodoo.
''Artists are a ii ne'er lot." remarked
one ol* them yesterday as he smoked
pensively in his Chestnut street studio
and crazed dejectedly at a half finished i
sketch. "I can't do any work today :
just because 1 dreamed of a redheaded
girl last night. That lets tue out. I :
can dream oj' any oilier kind of girl j
and it doesn't a'Teer my work, hut if
the vision of my dreams lias red hair
I'm no good the ne.\ ; day.
"No. it's not superstition. I don't
know what it is. All artists have their
off dnvs from some cause or oilier, and
somo of them have antidotes. I have;
none. I just give up when the red .
headed girl comes across the path, of;
my dreai\i<.
"A friend of mine counteracts tho of ?
feet of !??s boodoo by clothing himself
in .-in outlandish way 1 [?ave seen him !
working in i opera hat. the coat of
bis dress si?H and a pair ot* pink pyja- ;
mas. :?n<! doin/K^'d work :it that An- :
other friend ofVine always eats a lol
of raw onions when he has a part icu-i
larly sentimental- subject to bandi'-. ;
But when it come.- to me I just have to j
give up/'-Philadelphia Ledger.
Experience Versus Arithmetic.
Tendier-Johnny may stand up to re?
cite. Now. Johnny, suppose I borrow
$50 from your father and agree to pay
?5 a week, how long will it be before
he gets his money?
Johnny-Just one week.
Teacher-Oh. think again: that's not
right!
Johnny-Yes. it is. I know my fa?
ther. He'd have you up in the courts
by that time.-New York World. .
The Byzantine princes played a game
which differed very little from our
modern polo.
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' The Gentle Art of Winking.
"When you have mastered the gentle
art of winking." said Lord Beacons?
field, "you hold the key to success in
your hands."
Every one's personality is made up
of trivial failings and trivial talents.
Foster the good qualities in your
friends and subordinates and wink at
those failings so dear to their possess?
ors. Not to see everything is a rule
which will strengthen friendships and
help you to get the best results from
your fellow workers.
"He is no good," said the great Na?
poleon of one of his officers. "He is
continually looking into the ? privates'
stew pot!"
"I want a man who can keep his eye
on the ultimate result and ignore little
failings, never mind how aggravating,"
said Nelson. And General Gordon once
remarked tiiat the man who lost his
temper because a private's boot lace
was tied loosely on the day of battle
did more to lose the day than all the
enemy's guns.
"Xot if It Were My Boy.*9
Some years ago the late Horace
Mann, the eminent educator, delivered
an address at the opening of some re?
formatory institution for boys, during
which he remarked that if only one
boy was saved from ruin it would pay
for all the cost and care and labor of
establishing such an institution as that.
After the exercises had closed, in pri?
vate conversation, a gentleman rallied
Mr. Mann upon his statement and said
to him:
"Did you not color that a little when
you said that all that expense and la?
bor would be repaid if it only saved
ene boy?"
'*Not if it were my boy," was the
solemn and convincing reply.
Bismarck's Appetite.
Among other amusing reminiscences
of the late Prince Bismarck appearing
in Herr John Booth's "Memoirs of the
Iron Chancellor" is one relating to the
latter's gargantuan capacity for eating
and drinking. He told the author that
the largest number of oysters he ever
ate was 175. He first ordered 25; then,
as they were very good, 50 more, and,
consuming these, determined to eat
nothing else and ordered another hun?
dred, to the great amusement of those
present. Bismarck was then 26 and
had just returned from England.
It Looked *?aspicious.
"Isn't your neighbor Blinkinoff a
drinking man?"
"I wouldn't like to give an expert
opinion on the subject. I'll admit,
however, that I saw him the other
night trying to drive a spigot into an
ash barrel, thinking that it was cider."
-Cleveland Plain Dealer.
If Man Were a Fica.
Snyder, the calculating barber, had
not opened his lips for fully four min?
utes, and it was plain to be seen that
he had something on his mind. Finally
he swallowed twice, breathed hard for
a moment and gave vent to his feelings
in this manner:
"I've been thinking what I could do
if I were only a flea. I read in a scien?
tific paper the other day that if a man
were built on the same lines as a flea
he could jump from Philadelphia to
Pittsburg in one leap. I mean, of
course, if he had all the power of a
flea increased in proportion to his size.
Think how quickly he could circum?
navigate the globe. It might be possi?
ble to get around the world in an hour.
The distance from Philadelphia to
Pittsburg is :>54 miles, and the equato?
rial circumference of the earth is 24.
0U2 miles.
"A simple calculation-in mental arith?
metic will show you that this would be
a fraction over Ti? leaps, lt surely
wouldn't take a minute for each jump,
judged from the liveliness of the ilea.
Think ol' coming in her?.?, with three or
four customers ahead of yon. am!, in?
stead of silting down ami waiting, just
taking a few jumps around the world
to kill time. Then- you a i-f. sir. Witch
hazel or bav rum?**-Philadelphia Kee
Vd.
?..roti kind's Comparison.
Hat:renee Groniund. thc socialistic
writer who ended Ins days in New
York, was a thorough pessimist. One'
evening, after he had denounced the j
modern industrial system in savage!
terms, a friend remarked:
"It is no: so bad as Russian des
pot ?SIM. is i; V"
"Not quite. The former is the worst
possible: th- latter the worst conceiv
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Ridge Spring, ?S. C.
Jan 21 4m
"/COTTON
v-'Culture"
is the name
of a valu?
able illustrat?
ed pamphlet
which should
be in the hands
of every planter who
raises Cotton. The
book'is sent FREE.
Send name and a .dress to
GERMAN KALI WORKS,
93 Nassau St., New York.
ii Carolina ii Georgia l?
tensiofi B. B. Ctmaiij
4MSE3S.
Schedule No 4-In effect 12 Ol a. m , Sun?
day, December 24, 1899.
Between v
Camden S. C , and Blacksbnrg, S. C.
WEST.
EAST.
2d cl 1st cl 1st cl 2d cl
?35 *33 Eastero time. *32 *34
pm pm STATIONS. pm pm
8 20 3 2 50 Camdeo 12 25 6 30
8 50 1 15 Dekalb ll C2 4 50
9 20 1 27 Westville 1150 4 30
10 50 1 40 Kershaw ll 35 4 10
11 20 2 lo Bfath Scringe ll 20 3 15
11 35 2 15 Pleasant Hill 11 15 3 00
12 30 2 35 Lancaster 10 55 2 35
1 (0 2 50 Riverside 10 40 1 00
1 20 3 00 Springdell 10 30 12 40
2 30 3 10 Catawba Jut.ctica 10 20 12 20
2 50 3 ?0 Leslie 10 10 ll 00
3 10 3 40 Rock Hill 10 00 10 40
4 10 3 55 New Port 9 35 8 20
4 45 4 02 Tirzah 9 30 8 ?0
5 30 4 20 Yorkvilie 9 15 7 30
6 00 4 35 Sharon 9 00 6 50
6 25 4 50 Hickory Grove 8 45 6 20
6 35 5 00 Sm j rna 8 35 6 00
7 00 5 20 Blacksburg 8 15 5 30
pmpm am am
Blacksborg. 8.
Between
C.. and MarioD. N. C
W fcST.
EAST.
2d cl
?ll
1st cl
*33
E&?tero time.
let cl
?32
2d cl
?12
A m
8 10
8 30
8 40
9 20
io 00
10 10
10 25
10 50
11 15
ll 35
11 45
12 05
12 25
12 50
p m
p m STATIONS.
5 30 Blacksburg
5 45 Earls
5 50 Patterson Sorings
6 00 Shelby
?5 20 Lattimcre
6 28 M oe res boro
6 38 Her rie tia
6 55 Forest City
7 10 Rutherford ton
7 22 Millwood
7 35 Goldc-a Valley
7 40 Thermal City
7 58 Glenwood
8 15 Marion
p m
a m
7 48
7 32
7 25
7 15
6 55
6 48
6 38
6 20
6 05
5 55
5 40
5 37
5 17
5 00
a m
p m
6 40
6 20
b 12
6 CO
4 tO
4 40
4 20
3 50
3 25
3 05
2 50
2 45
2 20
2 00
p m
West. Gaff?ev Division.
East.
1st Class.
15 I 13
EASTERN'TIME.
STATKttS.
{ let Clese.
14| 16
pm am
1 00 6 00
1 20 6 20
1 40 6 40
pm am
Blackeburg
Cberokee Falls
; Gaffney
am pm
7 50 3 oe
7 30 2 40
7 10 2 20
a rn" pm
?Duly exc: pt Sunday.
Train No 32 leaving Marion, N. C., at 5
a tn, making close connection at Blacksburg, S
f, with the Southern'* train No 36 for Char?
lotte, N C, and all points East and connecting
with the Southern'? vestibule going to A Man ta, -
Ga, and all points West, and will receive pas?
sengers going East from train No 10. on the C &
N W R R, at Yorkvilie, SC, at 8 45 a m, and
connects a* Camden, S C, with the Southern's
train No 78, arriving in Charleston, 8 17 pm,
Train No 34 with passenger coach attached
leaving Blacksburg at 5 30 a tn, and connecting
at Rock Hill w?th the Southern's Florida train
for ?ll points South,
Train No 33 leaving Camden, S C, at 12.50
p m, after the arrival of the Southern's Char?
leston train connects at Lancaster, S C, with
the LA C R R, at Catawba Junction with
the SAL, going East, at Rock Hill, S C, with
the Southern's traiB, No 34, for Charlotte, N
C, and all points East. Connects at York
ville. S C. with train No 9 on the C ? N W R
li, for Chester, SC. At Blacksburg with the
Southern's vestibule going East, and tbe Scth
ern's train No 35 going West, and connecting
at Marion N C w'th the Southern both Kast and
West.
SAMUEL HUNT, President.
A. TKIPP. Superintendent.
S. R LTTMPKIN. Gen'l Passencer Ag?nt.
BARRED PLYMOUTH ROCK
EGGS
From Taorougbbred Prize Wiooers
?1.50 FOR 15.
Safe Arrival Guaranteed.
L. C. DARSEY,
Box 12. Sunny Side, Ga.
JH? 31 2m
Atlantic Coast Line Ms?
Company of M\ Carolina
CONDENSED SCHEDULE
I: *S*c; January I4th, if00
SOUTH. NORTH.
No No No No
?33 f57 f?6 ?32
M C2 Lv DHr!:r.^ron Ar S 05
S 4"> Lv E liott Ar 7 20
9 2i Ar Sumter Lv 6 40
3 46 Lv Sumter Ar 6 IS
4 4 < At Creston Lv 5 27
5 45 Lv Cres. cv. Ar 3 r>0
9 15 Ar Pr?. n*!Is i.v 10 00
*> lil Orantiebure 5 02
p 48 Deomark 4 2S
7 55 Augusta 2 30
? m a ra pmpm
*Daity yDaily exe pt c-u-day.
Tr?ioe 32 ?nd 3"> carry through Pullman
PftUrt? Buffet Sleeping Cars between New
Yotk ?nd Macon vin Augusta
T M EMERSON H M EMERSON,
Traffic Manager. Gen'l Pass. Agt.
J R KENLY, Gen'l Manager.