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^"^ooooooooooooooooooooco 11 THE CRM Is BY RODRIGUeIT H ? Author of "An Artist la Crime," g Modern Wizard," "! ; W o Copyrii/ht, 1S96, by G. I\ Pultuv fl oooooooooooooooooocooooo 11 ' He stood in n room nbont nine feet v square, ventilated by a small window opening upon an airshaft and lighted < by a skylight let in the roof, which f was grimy and darkened by the accumulated dirt of years. Opening from 1 this the living room, in which were a I table and a cook stove, there was a 1 yet smaller sleeping room, into which t tint n< n..l. 1 ... ?. . i aivsi v- yU^ll 11?^11L I'llU'irH IU I.lilKl1 lis ' I contents visible from where he stood, t As he recalled the fact that, as stilling c and dark as was this "llat," being at the top of the house, it must of neees- ( sity be better in both respects than the 1 floors bc?ow lie wondered how one hu- i man being could plan such a building j ( "Arc l/Otl the coroner/" for others to live in. In n recess next 1 to the chimney place was a wooden structure which lie supposed was the j wash tub, and upon the closed cover ol this lie saw a tiny form covered with : a bit of worn but clean cloth which might once have been a sheet. This is your baby?" said Ite, rover- j ently lifting the cloth. "Yes, sir," said the womau, with a 1 sob. | Mr. Mitchel heaved a sigh as ho j gazed upon the tli.iu little corpse, too , evidently dead from want of nourish- j incut. "Your tlrst baby?" he asked. v/> ..... 1. > 4l\/| Oil | I I 1 1 Oil 1 !U. "Your fourth? Then you have throe j children aliveV" Mr. Mitchel looked around the place and wondered where they all slept. | but her reply explained matters. "No. sir," said the stricken mother; j "they are all dead. They always live about a year, and then they waste I away. 1 think teethiu does it and the hot weather, sir. It's awful hot here, even on the top tloor. 1 moved up. though the stairs is hard, hopin it ' would he better for the little one. But. I j'ou see, it's no use. (.Sod is against me, i guess, though what I've done 1 | don't know." To such as these it is hard to bring the lesson of the eternal Justice and j love of the Almighty Father. Left i alone in their wickedness by their fellow man, what wonder that they lose faith in (lod? "You have done nothing." said Mr. Mitchel. "What has been done is the fault of others. Your condition is a ( result of their greed and selfishness. ( You are not to blame, hut neither must . you think that the Almighty has for- j crntteii mil " "I'm sure I try not to, sir, but sometimes it's hard, mighty hard, to know what to think." She bent her head and wept softly. "Tell me." said Mr. Mitchel soothingly. "how litis all this come about? You Jiave a husband, have you not? Cannot he support you?" "Y'es, sir: I'm a proper married woman. and my husband's a sober, good intcndln man. and he does his best. Hut times has been hard with us. What With the strikes, nuvl the Italians comin over, ami one thing and another, we've tveen goin down these last three years. Patrick?my husband's an Irishman, t sir?gets odd jobs now and then, lint sternly work don't seem to come his way. Yet he's a good man at his trade too. lie's a bricklayer." "Where is ho now?" "Ilnhy died this mornin about f> aV>1aaI.' \\*?? ? ?? _ v v ? us ikii:i '.![> wmi nor an nigbt. Pat wont on like mad and went | ont early. He ain't oonio hack. I ,1 thought mnylic lie'd pone to notify the j police. Ile'd have to do that, wouldn't ' hc<' "I suppose so. Hut, Mrs. Grlflin, do s not lie despondent. Of course death at | any time is a dreadful tiling, but re- c member It comes to the rich as well as j, to the poor." t. "Yes; I know other people lias their 0 sorrows, hut the rich lias some com- j: forts, too, I guess. That makes the . sorrow easier to bear, 1 fancy." She i j spoke bitterly. | f "Come, my good woman, you must. ( not speak so. It is wrong of tlie rich j ^ to neglect the poor, but it is also wrong ! ^ of the poor to look upon the rich as , y their enemies. Many of tlie wealthiest ' j| would lie only too glad to do away with I all the poverty In the land if only they ? ^ knew how. Fortunately I am a rich j man. and I can at least help one deserving family. So cheer up. I will see that your baby Is properly buried, and W 1 will find work for your good man , since you ?oll mo be Is n sober, hard- ' * ooooooooooooooocoooooo tj" THE CENTURY j| OTTOLENGUI, o | "A Conflict of Evidence," "A ? S Final Proof," Etc. g | m'ji Sons. All rights reserved. ? OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOo ? corking fellow." "Oh, may heaven bless yon, and may oil forgive me for sayiu that he hail bi got ton us!" She foil upon her knees anil woulil lave kissed his hand had he permitted. Ie raised her from the tloor and made ler take a seat on the one chair in the 'oom, and now that there had come to ler something to arouse her from the stolidity of despair she began to weep ropiously. At this moment the door was rudely >peneil by a vicious kick of a man's joot, anil a drunken, rough looking nan tottered into the room. At sight )f him the woman emitted a scream mil sprang to ids side. "My God, Patrick, Patrick!" she jricil. "You've been driukint You've ?ouie home drunk!" "You're a liar!" cried the fellow, rudely pushing her away from him. 'I'm not drunk! I'm crazy; that's all. L'razy! I'm crazy from losin my child! So keep away from me, or I'll do you a lilirt. And who's this bird with the ine feathers?" He noticed Mr. Mitch ' and turned upon him threateningly. 'Who's this man you've brought in here?" "Oh, Patrick! Pat, dear, don't carry 011 so! This gentleman's come to help us. P.e civil to him; there',s a good lnaii." Then, turning to Mr. Mitchel, she added entreatingly: "Don't mind liini, sir. lie's been drinkin, but it's all because of the baby, lie's a sober man, sir?indeed, indeed he is. Don't hold this tip against liiin.'* Then to her husband ' again: "Oh, I'at, Pat! What made you? And I've just been tell In what a good man you are, and you come home like this!" "Like what? I'll come home as I like. It's my home, such as it is, and them as don't like it can leave it. And j as for you, with your pretty clothes and pretty face, I've half a mind to do you up, comin up here and gloatiu over the misery of a poor man." lie faced Mr. Mitchel and raised an arm threateningly. Mr. Mitchel, grasping his wrist, held it llrmly, and, speaking in a toue of command, he said: "Patrick Griilin, you've been drinking." "I've not!" snarled the man, trying to free his wrist. "You are drunk now," said Mr. Mitchel, "and you ought to be ashamed of yourself." "lie will be! He will be when be gets sober." wailed the wife. "I believe so," said Mr. Mitchel, "and for your sake and for his, too, since you speak for him, I will forget this affair. I will do all that I promised for you. And now, Patrick, lie down and regain your senses as soon as possible." The man had found himself mastered and was standing surlily looking down. lie now made little resistance as Mr. Mltehel drew him toward tlic bed in the next room and threw liiin upon it. Mr. Mitcbel returned to the wife, who again and again pvotestcd that lior husband must have Ivjen crazed by the loss of tlieir child to have taken a drink, which was not ha rd to believe, all tilings considered. Mr. Mitchcl again assured her that proper arrangements \vi mid be made for the funeral of tlio ch ild, as well as for the future of herself and husband, md then approached the subject which iad prompted his visit. "Now, Mrs. Griftln," he began, "I mist tell you why 1 ca: n< here. I want o know ail about the baby that was aken from tlie grav eyard back of lore." "It's not much I kno a*, sir. 1 was up i!i the roof one day 1: ist week try in to ;et a bit more air f< r my own baby, ind. clianein to look down, I thought saw a young one ii i the grass in the rraveyard. I didn't think much of lint, but tlie next (1 ay I saw it again, ind tlio next day pi ilner still, 'cause it Iflll f'l'H U'lod #/* ? * ?' w ?miv \\f Jin SJM)l WUlTt' lie grass wasn't s- j> high. nn<l there it ay, as naked as t jw> day it was born, ookin up to the 1 von from whieh it nine, i thought that strange. ami I voilid have gone ?1. ?wn to see about it. hough before ,hai I supposed it hoonged to sorr e ?>k' the people down tairs and liai / bten put through the vindow to pi jy j|i ihe grass. Itut my Avn baby w iS'so poorly that day that couldn't s tlie lime to look after inybody e' i>nt the next inoruin ny baby :i pp brighter, so I went ?i tin- i ml looked down. Sure nough, tt>ere was the little one in tlie nm<? ?- ? - *' 1 - /BiC V. IIIMX' II WHS II1C CKiy UCIOI'C. R"I>I it was gettln too weak to raw I a bout. So I wont through the ous' i. I ?ut I couldn't lind no one to jft it though two or throe windows " the graveyard had soon the baby. ' tit tlx y all thought it belonged to tome ot ie in the house, same's I did. >own i, 1 the Jew's place on the first loot- tlx re was a young girl who had K'en thi owin food to the baby, and ron? the way she spoke to me I almost ell eve It might be hers, only she'u that oung it don't seem possible. Anyway "tt sum c <Ipy I told the policeman bout it. . and Jio sent word to the so; oty. ant! they* took It away. That's all know." "What i the name of the Jewish girl ho fed the chi id?" "Rebecca. Pola. tkl or some suclt queer itito. way |ierflrst name's Ite u?wi. e>ne 11vos in tue DacK, tvitn her motlicr and two sisters, and sbe sews in the sweatshop In front." "What (lay was It on which you first saw the baby?" "Let me see. It was last Wednesday. I remember, 'cause it was the same day baby took sick." Mr. Mitcliel mused a moment and was struck by the fact that this was the day after the murder of Mr. Mora. Thanking the woman for what she had told him and again promising her his assistance, lie went below, determined, if possible, to Interview Rebecca Polaskl. As he was leaving the place ho was once more Impressed with the gloom of it and paused to ask: "Do you know who owns this building:" "We pays our rent to an agent, Mr. Mortimer, but 1 think the real owner Is u Colonel I'ayton." CHAPTER III. ntlBKCCA l'OI.ASKi'S STORY. .mi\ Mitcuei groped nis way gingerly down into the increasing gloom of tlie stairway. At the third landing ho passed some one whose sex he vaguely guessed by tlie funics of whisky which assailed his nostrils. At length lie reached tlie bottom and stood in the lower hallway looking toward the light at the street door, which made the narrow passage strikingly resemble a tunnel. At the lirst door to the left he stopped and knocked, receiving, as upon his first effort, uo response. Therefore lie passed on and rapped upon the door nearest the street, and once more the bearded head of the proprietor protruded just far enough to inquire what was wanted, while the whirring of the sewing macliiues behind him made his squeaky voice scarcely audible. "I wish to speak with ltebecca Polaskl," said Mr. Mitchel. "She's busy," was the curt reply, and the man tried to close the door, hut was forestalled by Mr. Mitchel, who thrust his foot between, remarking Uruily: "But 1 tell you 1 must see her." "Oli. veil, dot makes a diff'renee!" lie came out into the hall and closed the door behind him. "Vliy is dot you must see Itepccca? Yliat do you vant ,-i.i i.?..v? "I wish to speak 1o her about a matter of importance. 1 will not detain lier utorc than ten minutes." "Ten minutes! Holy Abraham! How do you suppose she can fool avay so much time? She's got her livin to make, my fricmlt. Siie couldn't afford to slop vork for ten minutes. Ye are not millionaires down here." "How much could she earn in ten minutes?" asked Mr. Mitchcl. This disconcerted the old Jew, and he hesitated before replying, but presently, with a cunning leer and rubbing ids hands together after the manner of Ins tribe, he drawled out: " // "As to dot/iny friendt, dot's her pizness. und^Jfs not my pizness to gif avay utRft* people's pizness. But she could make enough to puy a Iottf of plead, my tear, und a loaf of pread Is a tXQOd deal in dose hard times. "A loaf of bread. oilV Let ine see," said Mr. Mitoliol. making a quick calculation. "A loaf of broad is 3 cents, and 3 cents for ten minutes is 30 cents an hour, or about $3 a day. Is that what she earns?" "Vhnt a man you are at Aggers!" said the Jew slyly. "You ought to he a pawnbroker, lint you're wrong, my tear. I didn't say a tifo cent loaf. She might pay a dree cent loaf, ain't it?" "Very well. Then she does not earn more than 30 cents an hour. Tell her to come out and talk to me, and I will pay her 30 cents for her lost hour." Mr. Mitchel thought that a rest of even an hour might ho joyfully acceptable to the poor sweatshop slave and would he cheaply purchased. Hut the greedy ears of the Jew wore doubly attentive now that money was offered. With a deprecating gesture of his most expressive hands, lie whined: "Impossible, my tear. An hour, a whole hour, for 30 cents! You undervalue de vortli of de girl's time. Fifty cents for a whole hour! Impossible, impossible!" "Hut you have just admitted that her time is not worth as much as 30 cents an hour." "You're no pizness man, my friendt. You're too rich to understand de leetle details of trade. I thirty cents an hour might I?o do wholesale price of liepeco.a's time, but for one hour?dot's retail, don't you see?" "No. 1 don't see. Explain yourself." "Vid pleasure. 1 hires de girl py de month, so I get her time cheaper dan you can get it if you only vant one hour. It's very simple." lie smiled blandly, as though making the most ordinary statement, but \ "Silence, you wimi u retch! Semi lite ijirl out to me nt once." Mr. MiteJiel. poreeivin;? the.nvnricioiiM intent in the man's mind, began to bo slightly angry and therefore spoke Willi some a> perit v: J 'You just uow told uie that the girl cannot earn more than 30 cents au hour"? "For herself, see? For herself! For me she might he makin a couple of dollars. So, as her time polongs to me py contract. If I lot her off. vhy, I'm do loser, my frlendt, und I'm a poor, hard vorkin man. vid a large family, und"? Mr. Mitchel was too disgusted to discuss the subject further; so, taking a two dollar bill from his pocketbook, ho placed it in the outstretched palm of the old screw and said shortly: "There's your price. Now, send the girl out to me." J The Jew clutched the bill hungrily, yet either his curiosity to know what the stranger wished with the girl or some lingering qualms of conscience made him hesitate, and lie said: "You're very kind, but dis is a leetle Irregular. I shall liaf to ask vhut you vant vid de girl. You see, she's a respectable girl, und if any harm vns to come to her I should never forgive \ myself?never, so help me Abraham!" 1 This exasperated Mr. Mitchel. and \ he angrily exclaimed: ] "Silence, you miserable wretch! Send .. the girl out to nie at once, or I'll have or, ii.o.Iw..... ...1,1.1.. I * ? IIIOJIVVIUI IIUU II llll V I1III11 il U IIUUI to look into tliis shop of yours." \ Tliis tlitont frightened tlie old man, for lie hastily disappeared through tlie ! door of his apartment, crying: "Vbat's de use of gettin inndt?" A few minutes later a black linired, 1 slim and rather pretty girl came out j and stared wonderiugly at Mr. Mitch- J el. Her skin was like putty, her eyes sunken, her cheeks hollow, and she looked tired almost to the limit of her endurance, yet withal she had traces of beauty about her, even as the dead t and faded rose gives evidence of what it once liaa been, Rebecca Polaski was really not more tliay 17. but the .Jewish maidens at tain maturity earlier than their Chris- 1 tian sisters, and the fullness of her figure excused the doubt in Mrs. Griffin's mind, though as Mr. Mitchcl gaz- , ed into her sad young eyes lie thought 1 1t highly improbable that she knew J might of the foundling, save what she might have learned by chance. Ilow- j ever, she had fed the little one with remnants from her own meager supply, and whatever she did know might be well worth the inquiry. "You are Rebecca I'olaski?" lie asked gently. "Yes, sir," she replied, with little or no accent. "You live in the back rooms?" "Yes, sir." "Take me into them. 1 wish to have a talk with you." Than. as she hesitated and threw a half frightened glauce behind her, he continued: "Have 110 fear. You will lose nothing. I linvn ni'vnmrnil with en that you may remain out an hour." Tlio prospect of so Ion;? a rest lighted her eyes with a momentary beam of pleasure, and Mr. Mltcliel was more than repaid for tlie money given in her behalf. She led tlie way into tlie back rooms and, opening the shutters, disclosed a view of the graveyard, only a few feet beneath. She then dropped wearily upon an empty soap box and motioned her visitor to a seat upon the one chair, the cane of which was almost entirely torn away. The flat was about the same as the one which he had seen on the upper floor, though the window opening on tlie outer world let in light and air, which made the place so much the more cheerful. IIow strange that what should be freest and most plentifully at the command of all should become an actual commodity through the cupidity of mankind! For one man erects a tall building, darkening the homes of others, and then sets a higher rental on those apartments in his own structure which are best ventilated and lighted. What wonder that the communists, socialists and other revolutionary sects find attentive audiences! Mr.. Mitchel thought of this anil sighed as he asked: "What rent do you pay for this place?" "Three dollars a week," was the re ply, and then she added: "We could have the flat next door for two and a half, hut it is dreadfully dark, though we could put up with that, 'cause we're mostly at home only in the night time, but there's no air except from the shaft, anil the horrid smells made my mother sick." So even on this ground floor there was an extra charge for a window! "What do you earn in the shop?" was Mr. Mitchel's next inquiry. "When I feel strong and well, I can make 75 cents a-day In the shop, but mostly only 00, and maybe 25 cents more doing extra work." , Mr. Mitchel looked savagely toward the sweatshop, the proprietor of which, had charged him J?2 for releasing the girl from her task when he himself paid her such n pittance for the day's work. "How many hours a day do you work?" lie asked. "About ten, though sometimes longer if I'm tired and don't finish up." "What do you mean by extra work?" "Sometimes lie lets us take worlf home to do niirhts. and he nnvs us half price for that." "What! You work ten hours for a day's task, and then lie pays you half rates for overtime! Why should you got less for ulght work than for work In the day?" "Well, you see, he says working in the night, when our eyes are tired, wo can't do as good work. Wo only get the choauer sort to take home." [to re continued.] Benntr of Christ's Life, The painter pnts bis vision of ths beautiful upon canvas, the poet his into song, the scnlptor liis iDto stone. Christ, working from within, brings out the beanty of his life in ours, for we, beholding and desiring him, are changed from beanty to beanty by the Lord's spirit. I ?Rev. Don S. Colt, Methodist, Alleghany. s?"|h JPR and Southwest, rn l*nj)c *< 4 r-g IN EFFECT NOVEHBER 7ThTi899. SOUTHBOUND. No. 403 No. 41 I ?.cw.y?rk' ,{ - I *"11 <*?? m I * !Mm Mill ,v* l*. it. it I r>oo p n, | 4 .j,),! ... i.v. itii'innond. A. i?.. i IMK> I ;;;;; ftwKr".1::*! : i vrasf loss's w;s| j-ps f?fefflg!rr;r:::l ?4S;s| ?8KS I.v. Wilmington,s. a. 1.1 "T^Wam \v. Mouroo. s. a. i | * ii?{ ? In | # 0p ir.Charlotte. s. A. [,... | 8005 nT|*1085|>m \r- s- I j 818 a ... I *1085pm I "<* a m I ii2i;pin \l* \ ?? ? ' ">45n 111 I 1*1:8 a iii \ T' \\tl,c,'s I 1 24 pill I 3*4 H II in \i . At imln | 3NI p m | r, 15 NORTHBOUND. No. 403 No :t8 l.v. Atlanta, S. A. I. I I (JOp m | * K50 p m Ar. Athens | ilWpm 1105pm Ar. (Ireenwood I 5 1(1 p in | latum Ar. Carlisle I 7 34 i> in I 330u m Ar. Chester I 7 53 p in 4 (ISit in A r. Monroe | 030ji m | 6 45 a 111 [,v. Charlotte. S. A. I,... 1 . 8 80l> in | * 5 00a in Ar. Hamlet, s. A. I...... I iT 10 p m I * 7j3 a m Ar. AVilmiiijrlon. S. A. i, \ j *1305 p in Ar. So. Pines, S. A. I.... I *13,03a m I * 000a in \r. Haleiprh I 3 03 a in I II 13a in Ar. llcnilerson I 330a in I 1345 pm Ar. W'elclon I 4 55 a in I 3 50 p ill vr. Portsmouth .... . | 7 35 a in | 5 30p in Ar. Itichmond, A. C. I,.. | ~ X TS i in I * 7 3(1 p hi Ar. Wa-himrtoii, P. it. It I 1331 p in | 1130pm Ar. New York | 03:1 p in I 0 53 a in Dally. Nos. 403 ami 403.?"The Atlanta Special," Solid \restlbuled Train of Piillinan Sleepers mil Coaches between Washington and Atlanta, also Piillmnn Sleepers between Portsmouth anil Charlotte. N. C. Nos. 41 and .'IX. ? "'Tho S. A. f.. Kxnress." Solid Tiaiu, < < ach.es and Piillnuiu sieepe s lietween Port sin nth and Atlanta. llot.li trains mak iiniiiedl ?to < innootion at Atlanta l'or Montgomery, Mobile, New Orleans. Texas, t iiliforni.i. Mexico.Chattanooga, Nashville, Menilihit, Macon ami Florida. For tickets, sleepers, etc., apply to <!. Mel*. Hattk, T. I'. A? 33 Trvoii stree, Charlotte, N. f\ lv. St. John, ATee-Pivs. and (Scn't. M'if'r. II. \V. It. < i.ovkk, Traffic Manager. A". H. MellKK, tienernl Snpt. I . S. at.f.kn, Cell. Pass'r. Aprent. Cenernl Offices, Portsinoulh, Virginia. Hands Wanted. 50 Loopers It .h,*: Excelsior Knitting Mills, Union, S. 0. Work-nice and easy. Good hands e;. r.t $1.25 to $1.75 Per Day. Excei.siok Knjttixo Mill, By J, II. Gaci.t, Treas. and Manager. 881110 i ha Y on can fii variety of Toy at the lowest " WONDER We cannot be things, but will just finri thp tliinor tha AftAIV* WAA.W V* A* II ^ Wi 1 U '*Wonder Store" yo find it anywhere el Dolls, *? Dolls that slee awake, Dolls with Dolls that have no Dolls that talk,. Dol All Kinds Jumping Dogs, I Running Horses, Co' at cheap prices at tl "V0NDE1 TO THE PUBLIC. 1 <. The Ginnery of the Union Oil and Manufacturing Company- will only run on Saturdays after Jan. (>, 1000. W. K. Thomson, Pres. SOUTHERN RAILWAY, "i -iitK j Condensed Schedule In KfTsot December 10th, lSt.i. STATIONS. Lv. Charleston 7 UU a d " 8ummcrTlUe. 7 41 em " Branch rlllo 8 66 e m " Orangeburg 2 23 e m " King villa ^ 16 a ta Kv. Savannah 12 06 a lb M Barnwell 4 U0 a r ~ " Blackvtlle 4 It * a ^ m ? 11 im n v Prosperity 1? JO m'm Nowborry 12 21 p " Nliiety-bix 1 m p m " Groonwood 7 40 * hi 1 55 p m Ar. Hodgea KOunm 2 11pm Lt. Abbeville 7 2u a m 1 85 p m Ar. Bolton 8 65 a in lltpn Lt. AnderHon | 6 20 n jii| 2 85 p m Ar. Greenville 10 10 a in " 4 IS p u Ar. Atlnntn.(Qau.Tlin?l 8 66 p m >00 p a stations: ; ^8ir| Lt. Greenville. 6 80 p m 10 11 a m " Piedmont r. OJ p m 10 10 a m Wllllainaton ft ?l p m 10 &5 a m Ar. Anderson 7 15 p ro ll 10 a~m ??',ou 0 45 p m 11 lt~ a nt Ar. Dontmlds 7 15 p in 11 10 a a Ar. Abbeville. ~T lo u m 12 25 p w Lr- Hod gee 7 81pm Trf-Tam Ar. Greenwood 8 00 p ro 12 20 p m Ninety-Six 12 55 p m Newl>erry 2l)0 b a - Prosperity 2 U p ? Columbia B90 p m Ar. Blackville 177777 till I a " Barnwell a 20 a m " Savanniih ? 5 16 a na Lr. Kingville. > 7777777777. "Til p*5 " Orangeburg 584 p m " Branchville 6 17 p m " Summorville 7 88 pm A r. Charleston 8 18 p m No#i'^ x?bI STATIONS. 11 03 p 7 t0 a Lv..Ohar;es ton.. Ar| b 15 pf 7 if a ^ 12 00 n 7 41 a Summorville M 7 88p I fit 1 65 i\ 8 55 a .BrnnchvlUo. M 6 Otp 4 fea 2 50 a 0 28ft "Orangeburg" 6 84 p 8 46 m 4 3'J a U 15 a " Kliigvllie " 4 13 p |3jj 1'^ 05 a bv. .t-avunnah Ar 6 la a 4 00 a " ..Barnwell " 8 Si 4 15 a ..Blackville.. " 006 a 8 80 a 11 10 a Columbia.. " 8 20 p' Own o n? n i > on ? .< A i...?. ?t iSXr .Si: v V. ? ~V K . . ../Iiniuu,, .. ? wpi O Of 10 04 a 1 2iip " ... bautuo... " 1 20p 7 43 ? 10 20 a 2 00 p " Union " 1 05 p T 80 a 10 HO a 2 22 p " .. Jonesvllle.. " 11 Bp 0 Ann 10 54 a 2 87 p ....Paco'.et.... " 19 14p 4$ * 11 25 a 8 10 p Ar Spartanburg Lv 11 46 * 3 it * 11 40 a 3 40 p Lr Spartanburg Ar 11 17 a 6 00 fi 8 87 p 7 00 p Ar... Ashevtllo .T.Lt 8 05.a "P" p. m. "A" a. m.', "N" night. Pullman Valace sleeping oars on Train* 36 and M, 87 and 83. on A. and C..division. Dining oar* on these trains servo all in cuts enroute. Trains leave Spartanburg, A. A C. division, northliound, 7:03 a. in,, 8:87 p.m., 0:13 p. m., (Vestibule Limited); southbound 12:20 a. a., 8:15 p. m., 11:34 n. m., (Vestibule Limited.) Trains leave Greenville, A. and C. division, northbound. 0 3)0 a. m., 2:34 p. xn. and 6:82 p. naM iVestibulod Limited):southbound, 1:00 a. aa^ :80 p. m.. 12:30 p. m. (Vestlbulod Limited) Trains 0 and 10 carry elegant Pullman sleeping cars i>at\veen Savunuan and Asherlile tir rout* daily between Jacksonville and ClnslA* nati. Also Pullman Drawing-room slesplnfi a cars between Charleston and Columbia. PRANK 8. GANNON, " JTH.CULP, Third V-P. A Gen. Mgiw* Trafllo Mgr., Washington, D. C. Washington, 1). O. ! W. A. TURK, S..H. HAWDWICK, Gen. Pass. Ag't., As't Gen. Pass. Ag'L. Washington, D. O. ,, ? Atlanta Cms. ITM! id the biggest s and Presents ; prices at the * * ! STORF, " J x gin to mention b ? say that if you Can't Lt you want at the >u need not expect to se- a Dolls. p, Dolls that stay beautiful clothes on clothes, from le up, Is that walk. > ut i oys. '* r Cm VIonkeys, Bears, etc. ws, etc. Big display ie < t STORE," -J