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CHAPTER I Th? Vanishing Portrait. Bvelyn Oraysoa. moating mo on tha old Boston Post Road, between Oreen wtch and Stamford, gave me a mas? sage from her ancle. That la tha logic*I beginning of this St?ry; though to make everything quite clear from the start It may be better to hark hack a few months, to the day on which Evelyn Orayson and I first met. Then, ss now, wo were each driving our own car; she. a great sixty horse? power machine, all glletenlng pale yel? low, and I, a compact sir-cylinder reoer. of C all dusty gray. But we wer? not on any such broad, roomy thor? oughfare aa the Boston Post Road. On tha contrary we were short-cutting through a narrow, rough lane, beset by stone walla and Interrupted at In? tervals by a eerlea of sharp and treacherous angles. I know I sbsl! never forget the mo? mentary Impression I received. Out of tha golden sunlight. It seemed to roe. there hsd emerged suddenly a tableau of Queen Tltanla on a topaz throne?tbo fairest Queen Tltanla im agiatlon ever conjured?and I, In my mad, panting speed wss about to crash into the gauzy fabric of that dream creation and rend It with brutal, torturing onrush of relentless, hard-driven nickel steel. I take no credit to myself for whst I did. Voli? tion was absent My hands acted on an Impulse above and beyond all tardy mental guidance. For Just a flashing Instant the gray nose of mr car rose before me. ss In strenuous assault It mounted half way to the coping of the roadside wall. I felt my seat dart away from beneath me. was conscious of my body In swift, unsupported aerial flight, and then -but it Is Idle to attempt to set down the conglom? erate sensations of that small fraction of a second. Wb?*n I regained con? sciousness, Queen Tltanla was kneel? ing In tbo dust of the lane beside me ?a very distressed snd anxious Queen Tltanla. with wide, s'artled eyes, and qulveringly sympathetic Hps?an-, about us wero a half doien or mc.o of the vicinal country folk. Between that meeting In mid May and this meeting on the old Boston Post Road In mid-September, there had been others, of courts; for Queen Tltanla, whose everyday name, as 1 b.v * said, was Evelyn Orayson, was the rlece snd wsrd of my nearest neighbor, Mr. Robert C 11 ieron. a gen tleman recently come to reside on what for a century and more had been known as the old Townsbury Estate, extending for quite a mile along the Connecticut shore of Long Island 8ourd In the neighborhood of Green? wich. The Intervening four months hsd witnessed tbo grtdual growth of as near an approach o intimacy between Cameron and myself as wss possible considering the manner of man that Cameron was. By which statement I mean to Imply naught to my neigh? bor's discredit. He wss In all respects admirable?a ger.tleman of education and culture, widely traveled, of exalt? ed Idesls and noble principles to which he gave rigid adherence. But?I was about to Qualify this by describing him ss reserved and taciturn. 1 fear, though, to give a wrong impression. Ho was scan e'.y that. There were moments, however, *hen he was unre? sponsive, and he was never demonstra? tive. He had gJjOM poise than any man I know. He allowed you to see Just so mu'h of Mm, and no more. At 'tines ho wss almost stubbornly reti? cent. And yet, in spite of these qual? ities, which appeared to be cultivated rather than Inherent, he gave repeated evld4?ne?* of a nature at once so sim? ple snd kindly and sympathetic as to command bo h e'<nfldence and affec? tion. To the progress of my Intimacy with KveU.i ? M re had been nu such temperament il Impediment. Rh? was fearlessly out *pok* n. wbh a frankne** born of unspoiled Innoeenre; barely Six weeka having d between h? r gradual but from the tiny Kreuch con? vent of Batata Par be near I'arls and our perfteM e*eecjatgf in that ggg> traef.d. freseheroua. yet blessed HtMe Conner* 1? ut lane And she possessed, moreover, a multiplicity of addition? al charms, gSJtk g| parson and dispo? sition?charms too numerous U :? i 1 to enumerate, and far too earr??d to discuss. Fr?.in wh!< I it may rightly De 'nferr?i that we understood each other, Kv?lyn and I. snd that we wero already considerably beyond the state or condition of mere formal a"fpialnt aareshlp. It was no Qnc? n TP-mla who now rsme gliding to a stand beside nie < n the broad, level, w? II oiled highway, under a double row of nrrhlng elms. It was no gossamer fairy, but Her>e. tho Hoddens of Youth, with rroumy s'drt ajui red lips and u lilting melody of voice l -What ho. Sir Philip! We are won tnetV And then she told me that her Uncle Robert had telephoned for me, leav? ing a message with my man, bidding me come to hliu at my earliest leisure. "Way not come for dinner?" she add? ed; and her eyes gave accent to her words. "Hut you?" I queried; for her car j was headed In the opposite direction. I am going alone to Norton. I have | a hamper in the tonneau for that poor 1 O'Malley family. I shall be buck in time. We dine at half-pact seven, you j know. YouH come?" "Of course I'll come," I answered her. I think she must have heard more In my voice than the simple words, for her lids drooped, for just a brenth, and the color flamed sudden below her lowered lssbse. But, after sll. I saw very lh tie of her thet evening. It Is true that ehe sat on my right at table, plqtiantly, youthfully beautiful In the softly tint? ed light which filtered through the pink snd silver filigree candle-shades, but the atmosphere of the dinner was tinged by a vague, unreasoning con? straint as from some ominously brood? ing yet undeflnable lnfluenoo which overhung the three of us. And when the coffee snd liqueurs were served, employing some slender pretext for her going, she bsde us good-night, and left ue, not to return. In Justice to Cameron, I must add that he appeared least affected by? and certainly in no wise responsible for?the pervading lnf?ctlvltv. He had been, Indeed, rather leea demure than was often his wont, chatting with al? most gsyety concerning Evelyn's new role of Lady Bountiful and of her Noroton beneficiaries. As for the sub? ject upon which he desired to consult me, R had not been so much as men? tioned; so in looking back, it seems Impossible that matters of which neither Evelyn nor I was at the time Informed could have exerted an effect, save through Cameron's undetected, subconscious inducement. Even after his niece had with? drawn, Cameron continued for a time to discuss with me topics' of general and public, rather than personal, lm port. He spoke, I remember of a j series of articles on "The Commercial . Resources of the United States," the publication of which had just begun In The Week, of which I am owner and editor; and though I fancied at first that It might be In this connec? tion he wished to consult me, 1 very soon discerned that he was merely using a statement contained therein as a text for certain views of his own on the conservation and development of the country's timber supply. I go thus Into what may seen un? interesting detail, partly that 1 may give a hint as to the character of Cameron's mind, but more especially to Indicate how lightly he would have had me think he regarded that for which he sought l a Meanwhile my curiosity grew keen r. It was natural, I suppose, that I should fancy Evelyn Involved in some way. In fact I then attributer the de? pression during dinner to her knowl? edge of what her uncle and guardian purposed to say to me. Likewise I found In thla conception the reason for her sudden and unusual desertion. Hitherto when I had dined here Eve? lyn had remained with us while we smoked our cigarettes, leading us at length to the music room, where for a glad half-hour the rich melody of her youthful sweet contralto voice mingled In pleasing harmony with her owu plauo accompaniment. And while I vainly made effort to imagine wherein I might have laid my? self open to the disapproval of this most punctilious of guardians?for I eipected nothing less than a studious? ly polite reference to some shortcom? ing of which I had betn unwittingly guilty?I momentarily lost track of my host's discourse. Emerging from ray sbstrsctlon It was with a measure of relief that I heard him saying: "1 think you told me once, Clyde, that you rather prided yourself on your ability to get a line on one's character from his handwriting. That's why 1 telephoned for you this afternoon. I have received an anony? mous letter." There was an all too apparent as? sumption of nonchalance in his man? ner of expression to deceive evert the least observant, of which I am not one. The effect was to augment the seriousness of the revelation. I saw at once that he was more disquieted than he would have me know. He was leaning forward, a llttlo constrainedly, his left hand gripping the arm of his chair, the fingers of his right hand toying with the Item of his* gold-rimmed Bohemian liqueur glass. "An anonymous letter!" i repeated, with a deprecatory smile. "Anonymous letter! should bo burned and forgot? ten Surely you're not bothering about the wri er"" I wish I could put before you sn ex? act reproduction of Cameron's1 face as 1 then saw it; I gees ragged outlines, the. heritage of Scottish BBOOBtry, soft* en?*d snd rOtaod by a brilliant Intel? lectuality; the sturdy t hin ;.nd sqUSfi jaw. the heavy underllp meeting- the Upper In scarcely perceptible curve; . . 1 ...?ly uoot i the i mall| be! alert, gray eye?, shining through 'lie round lenses of his spectacles; the high? broad, tloplngi white brow arid thw receding border of dark brown( illghtlj irlaah d hair. That, aupt r hVlully, was the fees, But I saw more lhaa that, in the rleago ,,f one nab gfnlly bravo 1 saw a battle wag d 1h> hind I inarik a brittle between cour ?f?d fear; and I saw fc.r ?sin Thru the mask became opaque once more, ggd CaBseron, giving mo smilo for htnlle, wa.4 replying. "There nre anonymous Niters and anonymous letters. Ordinarily your ? " _ method 1h the one I should pursue.In- J deed I may say (hat when, about a ' month or so ago, I received a com- f munlcatlon of that character, I did | almost precisely what you now ad- | vise, Certainly 1 followed one-half of j your prescription?I forgot the letter; though, for lack of fire In the dog days, I did not burn It, bit thrust It | into a drawer with an accumulation of advertising circulars." My apprehension lest Krelyn and I j were personally affected had been by now quite dissipated. It was perfectly apparent to me that Cameron alone was Involved; yet my anxiety was none the less eager. Already my sym? pathy and co-operation were enlisted. 1 I could only hope that he had mental? ly exaggerated the gravity of the situ? ation, yet my judgment of him was that his inclination would be to err In the opposite direction. "And now something has happened ! to recall it to your memory?" "Something happened very shortly after its receipt," he replied. "Some? thing very puzzling. But in spite of that, I was inclined to treat, the matter as a bit of clever chicanery, devised for the purpose, probably, of extortion. As such, I again put It from my thoughts; but today I received a sec? ond letter, and I admit I ?.m interest? ed. The affair has features which make It, indeed, uncommonly perplex* lng." j I fear my imagination win sluggish. Although, in spite of his dissemblance, I saw that he was strangely moved by these happenings, I could fancy no very terrifying concomitants of the rather commonplace facts he had nar? rated. For anonymous letters I had ever held scant respect. An ambushed enemy, I argued, Is admittedly a cow? ard. And so I was In danger of grow? ing impatient. "When the second letter came,** he continued, bringing his left hand for? ward to Join hie right on the dazzling white ground of the table's damask, "I searched among the circulars for the first, and found lt. I want you to see them both. The writing |g very curi? ous?I have never seen anything just like It?and the signature, if I may call It that, 1b still more singular. On the first letter, I took It for a blot. But on the second letter occurs the same black blur or smudge of identical out? line." Of course I thought of the Black Hard. It was the natural corollary, seeing that the newspapers had been giving us a surfeit of Black Hand threats and Black Hand outrages. But, somehow, I did not dare to voice it. To have suggested anything bo ordi? nary to Cameron in his present mood would have been to offer him offense. , And when, at the next moment, he drew from an inner pocket of his eve? ning coat two thin, wax-like sheets of paper and passed them to me, I was glad that I had kept silence. For the letterB wer? no rough, rude scrawls of an illiterate Mafia or Camorra. In phraseology as well as in penman? ship they were impressively unique. "If you don't mind," Cameron was saying, "you might read them aloud." He rose and switched on a group of electric wall lights at my back, and I marked for the hundredth time his physique?hla towering height, his powerful shoulders, his leanness of hip and sturdy stralghtneas of limb. He did not look the forty years to which he confessed. One of the long French windows which gave upon the terrace stood ajar, and before resuming his seat Cameron paused to close it, dropping over it the looi>ed curtains of silver gray velvet that matched the walls. In tho succeeding moment the room wan ghostly silent; and then, breaking against the stillness, was the sound of my voice, reading: "That which you have wrought shall in turn be wrought upon you. Take warning therefore of wha'c shall hap? pen on the seventh day hence. As sun follows sun, so follows all that is decreed. The ways of our God are many. On the righteous he show 8 blessings; on tho evil he pours mifcery." That was the first letter. The sec oud began with the same sentence: "That which you have wrought shall in turn bo wrought upon you." ? But there, though the similarity of tenor continued, the verbal identity ceased. It went on: "Once more, as earnest of what is decreed, there wtll be shown unto you a symbol of our power. Precaution cannot avail. Fine words and a smil? ing countenance make not virtue." And beneath each letter was the strange silhouette whi^h Cameron had mentioned. It Is difficult for me to convey the most meager idea of the t motional In? fluence which these two brief com? munications e*erb d. Th?ry seemed to breathe a grim spirit of implacable Nemesis far in excess of anything to bo found in the euphemism of tho I written words. When 1 bad finished the reading of them aloud. Cameron,leaning tar back in hlH c'.iilr. sat silently thoughtful, his eyes narrowed behind his gla.-.ses, but Died apparently upon the lights behind me. And ho, reluctant to inter rupt his reverie, I started to read them through again slowly, thin time to myself, fixing each sentence Indel? lblv in mind as I proceeded. But be? fore I hud quite oomo to th companion a as ip< akli g, "W?ll?" he Haid. And the ! chserlnesi of his tone wna i ?.i onto marked contrast with his grave i gorptlon of g moment before, but Jarring discord with my own present Rtood "Well? What <1> you make of tl.etn?" My annoyance found voice In my ro iponse. "t smeron," i b< gged, "for God's sake be serious. This doesn't teem to me exactly ? matter to be merry over. 1 don't want to alarm you, "bill somehow I feel that these?" and I shook the crackling, wax-like sheets, "that these cannot bo utterly Ignored." "Hut they are anonymous," he re? torted, not unjustly. "Anonymous letters should be burned and forgot- \ ten." "Thrro are anonymous letter* and ancmyirous letters," I gave him back, In turn. "Those are of an unusually convincing character. Besides, they ?" And then I paused. I wished to tell him of that elusive encorapass ment of sinister portent which had so impressed me; of that malign forebod lag beyond anything warranted by the words; but I stumbled gin the effort at expression. "Resides," I started again, and ended lamely, "I don't like the look and the feel of them." . And now he was as serious as I could wish. "Ah!" he cried, leaning forward again and reaching for the letters. "You have experienced It, too! And ' you can't explain It, any more than I? It Is something that grips you when you read, like an Icy hand, hard as steel, in a glove of velvet. It's al? ways between the lines, reaching out, J and nothing you can do will stay it I thought at first I Imagined It, but the oftener I have read, the more I have felt its clutch. The letters of themselves are nothing. What do you suppose I care for veiled threats of that sort? I'm big enough to take care of myself, Clyde. I've met peril in about every possible guise, in every part of the world, and I've never real? ly known fear. But this?this is dif? ferent. And the worst of it is, I don't know why. I can't for the life of me make out what it is I'm afraid of." He bad gone very pale, and his strong, capable hands, which toyed with the two letters, quivered and twitched In excess of nervous tension. Then, with a finger pointing to the ink-stain at the bottom of one of the sheets, he asked: "What does that look like to you?" I took the letter from him, and scrutinizing the rude figure with con? centrated attention for a moment, ven? tured the suggestion that it somewhat resembled a boat. "A one-masted vessel, square rigged," he added, In elucidation. "Exactly." "Now turn it upside down." I did so. "Now what do you see?" "The head of a man wearing a hel? met." The resemblance was very marked. "A straw helmet, apparently," he amplified, "such as is worn in the Orient. And yet the profile is not that of an Oriental. Now, look at your ves? sel again." And once more I reversed the sheet of paper. s "Can it be a Chinese junk?" I asked. "It might be a sailing proa or ban ca," he returned, "such as they use in the South Pacific. But whatever It is, I can't understand what it has to do with me or I with It." I was still studying the black daub, when he said: "But you haven't told me about the handwriting. What can you read of the character of the writer?" "Nothing," I answered, promptly. "It is curious penmanship, as you say ?heavy and regular and upright, with some strangely formed letters; es? pecially the f's and the p's; but it tells me nothing." "But I thought?" he began. "That I boasted? So I did. When one writes as one habitually writes It is very easy. These letters, however, are not in the writer's ordinary hand. The writing is as artificial as though you, for example, had printed a note in Roman characters. Were they ad? dressed in the same hand?" "Precisely." "What was the post-mark?" "They bore no post-mark. That Is another strange circumstance. Yet they were with my mail. How they came there I have been unable to as? certain. The people at the post office naturally deny that the/ delivered anything unstamped, as these were; and Barrle, the lad who fetches the letters, has no recollection of these. Nor has Cheekabcedy, who sorts the mall here at the house. But each of them lay beside my plate at break? fast?the first on the fourteenth of August; the second, this morning, the fourteenth of September." "And they were not delivered by messenger?" "So far as I can learn, no." "It Is very odd," I commented, with feeble banality. I took tho letters from his hands once more, and held them In turn be? tween my vision and the candle-light, hoping, perchance, to discover a wa? ter-mark in the paper. Rut I was not rewarded. "You examined the envelopes cure fully, I presume?" was my query as I returned the sheets to the table. "More t! an carefully," ho answered. "P.u* you shall see them, if you like. I found no traco of any identifying mark." Thus far be had made no further mention of tho "puzzling happening" which followed the receipt of the first letter, and in the interest provoked by the letters themselves I had foreborne to question hint; but now as the words "seventh day hence" fell again under my ?ye, standing out, aa !t were, from the IM st of IhS script w hich lay up? turned on the ti ? . T was conscious of a atiu ... * mcetn, ami hv> made Inquiry. "1 v. 1st] you w. uld loll :i ', tlrrt, whether anything rcall) did occur on the s? \ enth da)." "I was coming to that," ho replied; but it aeemed to me that prompt though his response waa, there was a shade of reluctance in hin mann? r; f >r he relapsed Into silence for what must have been the better pan of a min? ute, and with eyes lowered sal seem? ingly lost in thought. Then lie ros?, abruptly, ana saying: "Suppose we go Into my study, Clyde," led the way from the dining room, across the great, imposing, grained and fretted hall to that comparatively email mahogany and green symphony wherein he was wont to spend most of hla indoor hourg. It was always a rather gloomy room at night, with its high dark oeil'ng, its heavy and vol? uminous olive tapostry hangings, wholly out of keeping, It seemed to me, with the season?and its shaded lights confined to the vicinity of the massive polished, and gilt-ornamented writing table of the period of the First Empire And It impressed me now, In conjunction with Cameron's prom? ised revelation, as more than ever grim and awesome. I remember helping myrelf to a cigar from the humidor which stood on the antique cabinet in the corner near the door. I was in the act of lighting it when Cameron spoke. "I want you to sit in this chair," he said, indicating one of sumptuous up? holstery which stood beside Vhe writ? ing table, facing the low, long book-! cases lining the opposite wall. I did as he bade me, while he re? mained standing. "Do you, by any chance," he asked, "remember a portrslt which hung above the book-shelves?" I remembered it very well. It was a painting of himself, done some years back. But now my gaze sought it in vain. "Certainly," I answered. "It hung there," pointing. "Quite right. Now I want you to ob? serve the shelf-top. You see how crowded it Is " It was indeed crowded. Bronze busts and statuettes; yachting and golf trophies in silver; framed photo? graphs; a score of odds and enda, sou? venirs gathered the world over. There was scarcely an inch of space unoc? cupied. I had frequently observed this plethora of ornament and resented it. It gave to that part of the room the semblance of a curiosity shop. When I had nodded my assent, he went on: "On the afternoon of Friday, August twenty-first, seven days after the re? ceipt of that first letter, I was sitting where you are sitting now. I was reading, and deeply interested. I had put the letter, as I told you, entirely out of my mind. I had forgotten it, absolutely. That seventh-day business I had regarded?if I regarded it at all ?as idle vaporing. That this was the afternoon of the seventh day did not occur to me until afterwards. I recall that I paused In reading to ponder a paragraph that was not quite clear to me, and that while in contemplation I fixed my eyes upon that portrait. I re? member that, because it struck me, then, that th9 flesh tints of the face had grown muddy and that the thing would be better for a cleaning. I re? call, too, that at that moment, the lit? tle clock, yonder, struck three. I re? sumed my reading; but presently, an? other statement demanding cogitation, I lowered my book, and once more my eyes rested on the portrait. But not on the muddy flesh tints, because?" he paused and leaned forward, towards me, speaking with impressive empha? sis. "Because," he repeated, "there were no fleeh tints there. BeeauEe there was no head nor face there!" I sat up suddenly, open-mouthed, speechless. Only my wide eyes made question. "Cut from the canvas," he went on, in lowered voice, "clean and sharp from crown to collar. And the bands of the clock pointed to twelve min? utes past three," (TO BE CONTINUED) BICYCLE \M> MOTORCYCLE RAC? ES. i _ Cttttlno HcKnlghl and J. A. Sohworin. Jr. Winners of Two Events. With a large crowd of spectators cheering them on and watching with almost breathless Interest the bicycle nod motorcycle racers tried their lin k Fridaj afternoon and ran for fortune and honor, so t?? Bpeak, although the prises given were not sufficiently large to be called fortunes and only the winners and their frb nds considered it a great honor to win. I The bicycle races came off tirst. commencing promptly at 1! o'clock BS scheduled. Tin- races were under the management <f Mr. If. L. Tisdale and were carried mit without a hitch or hindrance. The first race was the boys' half mile race. This \? is won by Walter Minis. Wxi came the nun's race. which was won by Cuttlno McKnlght, who had tin- goo,? fortune to win in the same event lasi year <?n Bargain Day. The ten mile race was called oft' as there were not sufficient entries In it an?! a h.ilf mile race, open to all. was substituted in its place by the managera This evenl attracted a gr?-at deal of attention the prise Was a thirty-live dollar bicycle. This race a 'as won by Itartow Brunson. in the motor cych races three heats were run. the prise to go to the runner making tho h<>st time In tho three heatn, .1. v Schwerin came first, AI Keels second, and ?'. A. Bhuy ler third in these races, tin- fund of $25 provided f"t the winners h?>tng divided among them Afterwitrdc another race was run off by M< srs Schwerin and McLeod, ?( Itlshopvllle Schwerin again coming out tho win? ner. Tho open aenson naming Pom n< rntlc habit b WoodroM Wilson i now on. ,\s for the Republicans wi suppose they will have to resort t< Biblical names.?-Orangeburg gun. sum\Kits to (omi; hi:iti: next. I>r. E. K. Wilson Named for Higher Office?Lauge Number Attended From Sumter. The local Shriners n-turnd from Columbia Thursday night and Friday morning, reporting having had a most deltg'iltftll time during their short stay in the capital city in attendance upon the meeting of Omar Tit pit of the Mystic Shrine at that place in the usual annual Thanksgiving celebra? tion. The Temple, through a eommitt- I consisting of Messrs. L: I. Parrott. Ahe Kyttenherg and B. S. Booth, for the local club of Shrin< rs, was ex? tended an invitation to hold its next Thanksgiving meeting in BunttOT. Tins invitation was taken up with the gov? erning hoard whieh passed on it favorably and brought the matter up at the general session Thursday in Columbia. Here the invitation was unanimously accepted and Sumter will on next Thanksgiving have the honor and pleasure of entertaining some thousand or more members of Omar Temple of the Mystic Shnine at their semi-annual meeting and cele oration. Already committees have been appointed and plans are being made to entertain the guests in a fit? ting manner. At tho meeting Dr. B. R. Wilson, who holds the office of Oriental Guide, was mentioned for the position of High Priest and Prophet to which position he will be elected at the next annual meeting. The Sumter Shriners' Club was represented at the meeting in Colum? bia Tuesday by about thirty members, all of whom spent a most delightful day. Th.- local Shriners did not go over in -a. body as has heretofore been their custom, but went on trains Wednesday sfternoon and night and Thursday morning, and some in aut? omobiles. The trip to Columbia in automobiles Which many contemplat? ed making was not made on account of the uncertainty of the weather Wednesday night and the snow Thurs? day morning. Twinges 0* rheumatism, back iCl it Iff joints and shooting pains all show your kidneys are not working light. Urinary irregularities, loss of Bleep, nervousness, weak back and Sore kidneys tell the need of a good rellal le kidney medicine. Foley Kid? ney Pills arc tonic, strengthening and restorative. They build up the kid? neys and regulate their action.' They will give you quick relief and contain 110 hal it forming drugs. Bate and al ways su?e. Try them. Sibert's Drug Store.?Advt. The Shriners will spend next Thanksgiving in Sumter That gives ample tint.- in which to prepare for a royal welcome and a rousing big time. "Tells the Whole Story/* ?To say that Foley's Honey and Tar Compound is best for children and grown persons and contains no opiates tells only part of the tale. The whole story is that it is the best m? dicino for coughs, colds, croup, bronchitis at.d other affections of the throat, chest and lungs. Stops la grippe, coughs and has a healing and soothing effect. Remember the name, Foley's Honey and Tar Compoo-.id. and accept no substitutes. Sibert's Drug Store.?Advt. Mr. Brvin Shaw, \* ho is attending Davidson College, drove a car from Charlotte to this city Wednesday af? ternoon, making the trip in about six hours. Ho was accompanied by Mr. John Duffle ami their other Davidson students. A Night of Terror. Few nights arc more terrible than that of s mother lorking on her child choking and gasping for breath dur? ing an attack of ciaup, and nothing in the house to relieve it. Many mothers have passed nights of ter? ror in this situation. A little fore? thought will enable you to avoid all this. Chamberlain's Cough Remedy is a certain cure for croup and has never been known to fail. Keep it at hand. For sale by all dealers.?Advt. Entertains Card club. The Friday Afternoon Bridge Club was pleasantly entertained by Miss Margaret Bryan on Tuanksgfvl ig af? ternoon. After a number ??f interesting hands wer?- played, the tables wore cleared snd refreshments etrvod* Miss i:v.i Klngman was awarded the latest Planer production for the highest score; Mrs, Hal Harby com? Ing second, received a box of candy 'P^e consolation prise was cut by Miss McLeod. Dorlanp W er en * ??,,t \ crusade of education which aims If nia) ? i ra? ...i cemmon within the next generation" has been begun by prominent New t'ork physicians, Herts is a list of the "dont's" when the doctors ssy win prevent the annual visitation of the cold: ??! 'or. t -it in .. draguht} oar,' "Pon't Bleep in hot rooms ' "Don't av< id fresh air." "Don'l Btull yourself at meal time Overeating reduces your resistance. To which we would add?when reu take a cold : ? ; rid of it as quldtly as p .. ill le, To a. . mplish that you Will tind Chamberlain s C< igh Remedy most excellent. Bold bj si dealer* - Advt.