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tu THE TOWN OF UNION F"W"1 "M~ T "< "ITT "1^ T TT /\ m T ' WTT1 ~W~ "m M~ "W - OUTSIDE OF THE CITY 'SSSsS I I I ll I \ ti l V 11 I U li W .^SSSTJSSTJSSt v cerns, Female Seminary, .Five H Q 1 I I ^ V. ' B1 I I MY El Ifi 1 1 i ^ 111 ?> Famous Mineral Springe, I PoVfLu.'o?f7'A>*otCoM 'JLf . U ll A.fli/ 1 J- JL If JL AJ kJ/? VOL. L1V. NO. 5., ' . UNION, SODTH CAROLINA.;FRIDAY, JA^'ARY 29,'1904. ~~ ~ #LOOAYEAR: Wm. A. Nid BAN SOLICIT YO COME 1 OUR TERM8 ARE A8 LIBE OUR FACILITIES AND RE8 la J....'- - fSoNALD DONALD! Copyright, Ifttt, by j Charles W. Hooka ~ * * * ? > ' - z'&ifrk;,, jk >< - Sfr long as Mr. Heeay'a view did jm prevent him from exerting his best ei deavors in the case 1 had no desire t quarrel with him, but he did not .dli turb, in the slightest degree, my fait In Donald. The matter of the posijlo of the packages had settled that*, not 1 mention Donald's accurate knowledg of the amounts contained in them, have never been able to remember wh - 1 divided the money in that way, bi there was no reasop why I should ha\ mentioned the circumstance to any on My opinion at that time was that Doi nldson might know about it, though could not positively recall having tol him. We knew the total amount, an so did Carl Archer and Jim Bunn, bi it was a certnlnty that none of thet persons had given Donald his lnformi tion. It was about 0 o'clock when weg< Into the factory, and during an hour time nothing of importance occufre< The night was windy and dark. W could get a very imperfect view froi our window, for the lump in the stre< was dim and very much blown abou Once we thought we saw the flgure < Reedy, crouching beside the ofilee au occasionally our watchman appeared i the roadway between the two buil< lngs. r i This utter monotony of waiting s< our nerves on edge, and when the whi , tie of the 10 o'clocfi' train blew w jumped as if it had been an unusui sound. It seemed very loud and sta tllng. A fine rain bad begun to fall, but m did not know of it until we saw tl top of a covered cnrTiage that passe along the roadway, glitter with tl moisture. It was a carriage that I d! not remember to have seen in Tui bridge, and I communicated this fu< to Donald in a whisper, tboyfib 1 fane we might have spoken aloud ftdthoi doing any harm. The carriage passed rapidly Just c the train whistled, and I thought thei must be somebody in it who was hu rjjing to the station, but I could see r one at ail. Half a minute later ot watchman paused directly in front ( the window, lie lighted bis pipe, nc "'the match made a great flare in tl dark. Then, after be had smoked bit, he suddenly thrust, his pipe lnt hfs'pocket ami ran toward the office. Curiosity got the better of me, and softly raised the window. The souri of angry voices came from beyond tl smaller building. The words were 1: distinguishable at first, and then hUnrd Reedy say w{th precision fir uuii\iviion: , , : * "You're Scotch Davy; that's who yc are. I've been looking for you." Agnin there was a tangled Jargo: ending, as before, in the supremacy < Iieedy's cold toneq. . "You're tlie watchman, eh?" said h "Well^ you're a nlcp klyd-of a watc! man, you ar'el There's two men in tl factory building at this minute, an yfJu ' don't know anything about J nm J? ,Mr. Harrington will intr M?y \ the. "Catch bold of the other wir S old Jailbird, and we'll go an gllL; iotrr boas.*'' - Wfenld and I dropped out of the wi d rhh Into the street, where w en??jK'^red the trio, who were a talk ' }t once.' "iSp.. \bim into the office," I calle and the way.' As I struck a light I heard Dona at my elbow. He seemed to be great agitated, and he was muttering: "Th is dreadful! This is dreadful!" Immediately Reedy and the watc man stalked in with their prisone Each of the officers had a revolver i his disengaged hand, and Jl^ey wei using .thesjg weanona 4il Amptjotlc ge tlculatfon* \f bad.Mt, ^trrffi| {eftiptatic to ^isrirad'ifif desk in the fa< of this recklessness. The prisoner at the . first glan< seemed to aoswef Donald's descrlptis wonderfully well except lu the math lolson & Son, KERS, . v UR BUSINESS O SEE US. :ral as any can give you. (ounces are unsurpa33ed. * ? |?| > ? ? !? ! 3 3 I ?J| I Bclnn a Intr PrmrH niw4 Fh Ii.iHh ?< Am tm>a? 1 Mysteries Now Associated WitlJ Ms Name h the PutJc MM, and of an Itfith. Which b to toy ef the Sevee SON, JR. * By HOWARD FIELDING ~-tt V . * 4 >* Of attire. Ho was dressed in a black 1* suit of expensive material, and he car0 rled a gold headed umbrella. I marked the cold brutality of the fnce, the cruh elty of the thin and rigid lips, and I ? made up tuy mind that I wus in the :0 presence of a very desperate chnrac:o ter. 1 "This is an outrage!" he protested In 7 h Voice that matched his iron counteit nance. re "Uncle," whispered Donald, "they've e- made a mistake. This is not the man." l* "Not the man?" echoed Reedy, who 1 had caught the words, d "Certainly not," said Donald. "Didnt d I tell you that he had a dimple in his j R; chin, a little, round hole that looked 16 as if It had been made with a brad* awl?" "This ain't much of a night to look >t for dimples," said Reedy, '.'but I think 'i this Is the felled." #. 1 :Tho prisoner, released, began to re dance with rage. as- "I'll show you who I am!" he cried, st "I'll make you answer for this false t arrest!" >f "You ain't under said Reedy, , id "and you never have been, but you've in 1 "This te not th* man." ld got a right to tell what you were do>e lng prowling around behind this bulld?j lng." ? The man reached Into ;bls breast pocket "and threW down a -hrindful of letters and documents upon the table. >u "'My name's Kelvin," said he, speaking In gasps because of his wrath. n* "Samuel Kelvin Is my name. I'm no unknown .man. You'.ll all smart for this." * "Are you the Mr. Kelvin who has judi uuugui iiiu oiu oiuuguion piace t" said I. "If so, I am sure that we deepld ly regret this error." Kelvin extended a trembling finger ? toward me. "You're John Harrington," he said. "You're the responsible man here. What have you got to say?" n*-' I tbld the best story I could without 'e giving any color of the miraculous to this adventure. I said that we had had reason to fear a burglary and had d* tnke^i precautions. Our detective had received a description of the expected robber and bad made an error, In tbo darkness of the evening. Mr. Kelvin fumed and raged, but we got an explanation from him at last. h" His family bad been occupying the r> Stoughton mansion for several days? ln as I already knew?but he himself had not yet spent a night in Tunbridge. He *";' brffo ,telegraphed tb t haVe a 'callage .mo^t'hlm at the station?that was his * which I had seen. It bad come too late, and he had tried to find his way :e home afoot and across lots because of n the Increasing rain, which suggested ir hurry. He had gone astray. In the two 'f S.'i k! l^at _ J ^ - ' ^ patns tnat ran through the Held. I offered my best apologies to Ml*. Kelvin, but he refused to be satisfied. He berated us all, and the last words that I heard from him as he burst out of tbe door were these, addressed to the unfortunate Reedy: "I'll teach you to call me an old Jailbird!" * "I'll be banged If he doesn't look like one," said the detective after Kelvin had gone, "and as for false arrest, forget It. He was tsespasslng on your property, and I had a right to ask him what he was up to." I may add that this view of the case seemed to be sustained by Kelvin's lawyers, whom he consulted on the. fol-# lowing day. x _ But meanwhile what had become of Donald's burglar) It was a mystery which did net solve Itself that night, and I have rarely seen a human creature so distressed as my poor hoy .wad,' He derived no comfort fnom thai thought that all the mistakes, po far ai we might venture to decide, wore. Reedy'a Mr. Kelvin really did hot answer fnlly to Donald's description. Certainly be was uot Scotch Davy, with whom, according to our dtteptiye, the description' tallied^*ctg(iW^MMj|g] "Any ether man In my. i? i ii MuayiwwnilWU lUUlgi smu niQU7> "That feller looks enough like Scotch Davy to be a ringer for him anjrwhei*." He'was perfectly satisfied with himself, and he had the true detective's power of being satisfied with his employer and undisturbed by any error or sin of .the latter. It was Reedy's honest boast that li* never forgot whose money be was taking and that he was strictly on the level. "Don't you worry," said he to Donald. "This man Kelvin can't do anything. If we all tell the same story, where'll be be? He's got no witnesses. Besides. I know him, now that I come to think of it. He's old Sam Kelvin, the trust magnate. He'd be all right in a civil suit for a million dollars, but in a little case like this that would have to be tried before a Jury of fanners that sort of a feller wouldn't stand as much show as one chicken among twelve colored gentlemen." "I've met his daughter socially," said Donald in n weak voice. "She's been visiting some people in Cambridge. She's a very nicg girl." ... wfr ; It was obvious that the hand'or <5*-' lamity had arranged the pieces on our little ehessboard. However, there was nothing that could be done about it. Donald and I went home, where we had considerable trouble in evading questions, and Reedy remained on guard, being still convinced that a real robber was coming. He did not anDear that night, however, nor the next, which was Friday, but on Saturday about noon Reedy came swiftly into my office and tapped me on the shoulder. "Our man's In town for sure," he whispered. "There's no mistake this time. He ain't Scotch Davy, though. I don't know him." I sent a man running after Donald, who had been with me a few minutes before. The boy came back ahead of the messenger, however, and he looked ery much excited. "I've seen him," said he. "You know whom I mean. He's down by the ?tmtlon." "What shall we do?" said L . Reedy expressed a general conviction that everything was all rl^ht. .It was a somewhat long winded opinion, and whIU ?? ?? it-- ? * * n urn uc irnn ill lut) LU1USI OI II in* door was pushed open, and a pale, hard featured, smooth shaven man entered the room. He was clothed in a reddish brown suit, with an "invisible eheck." He produced upon us very much the effect of a ghost. For my own part I- ,lound myself with my shoulders planted squarely against the farthest Wall. "Good morning, Mr. Harrington," aid the intruder. "What seems to be the matter?" "You?" I cried. "You? Why, what's happened? Where ? Where's you* beard?" Mr. William Hnckett grinned in a melancholy f.^'.ilon and passed his hand over his chin and then stroked the hair which had grown gray over his ears in the few months since I had seen hiss. fl've been very sick," said be. *I jryote you about it" <*?ut yoc^rch't say you'd shaved," Well," be. cried, flushing angrily, "what If I have shaved? Whose whiskers were they, I'd like to know? Do I have to ask you every time I use a raso eV "I beg you pardon, William," said I. "We have had an extraordinary experience which I will describe to you presently." He heard the story with Interest and wonder, and as ? told it I began to see the full value of the psychic phenomenon Involved. Every item of Donald's information bad been absolutely Csrrect It was only through error In the infiomaMsMrt* Jiltl * *? * " aMMi^VWIilVU II1HI UIIJ UlUKUIiy DIG arisen. No additional explanation eould be extorted from Donald. Almost bis only contribution to the conversation was the gloomy and oft re-? pcated prayer: "Please don't say anything about it, Mr. Hackett." Finally we veered around to the subject of business, und lluckett produced the docwpents nSessary to tho transfer. Donaldson ?td Archer were summoned, and I opMcd the safe, producing the two paqtages and my checkbook. Then cnmfe the real surprise of this most strawe affair. The packages when .Qp^jed proved to contain sheets of thin qgpwn paper cut to the I size of bank nros. The $40,000 had vanished, tt 1 will confess nut this was the blackest mystefy ttiafnia)! ever darkened my I understanding. one but Donaldson (than w^om no map could be more trustworthy) ha^l^ovm the combination of tb^.safjr and he had had no kfey of the loinJf. doors nor of the drawSr.. Yet tlpr Xo^apon these had not ' been tampered yth. After dn examination of theoA^bdy declared that "the trick Lijfli) t been turned In the safe," and^Mirftll at last agreed in tho the theft liad been romtMnflikyt ago, during tlie time ' when*^ EfkckiiRes had lain upon my desk.'flHB|r had been there only a few Ikonrd^HKUnfortunatcly my memory 1 as to tno circumstances. : I leeM^-recall having locked them J|i> ^ Qpjfcsk while I went across to but under Reedy's ques. "Tills puts It en.to everybody," said J tfcf. detective. "We don't know noth- I ing bont'j.'Who might have come into this room. We' ve got to make a gen- I eral hunt/' Mr. Reedy tora* immediately directed to asadlime <)|)ftrgc of the case, and for the nenttrttpr three weeks he worked witl) exempbSy diligence, but without results. Aj^dttempt was made to keep the story fjfifrt circulating, but somehow It goraibout, even that portion which relama to Donald's foreknowledge of the fcfob*ry. It came U^ffcelvlu's cars, and he took pleasure lnfMferring to my boy qs "the mind reader." lie had conceived a violent dislike of Donald, and the boy seemed to be deeply afflicted in consequence thereof, no doubt for pjetty Amy KeHin's sake. From certain things which I observed I formed a Grm Judgment that the daughter of my ainiabl? neighbor ^.did not qgree with her father in* regard to Donald, and considering the youth of the parties this parental opposition could not bo to* seriously. However, as 't^hufa heart was wnrmly on . his 'side, and I began to hate Kcfvin cordially and with a fervor that may have been ?M</\nl?nf l/? 1'i V|/ucuv* CHAPTER VII. THE MYSTERT OF THE COLLAR OF DIAMONDS. THERE are those who detect a sense of humor in the fates. The old Greeks called them the eumcnidcs (well wishers); which was an obvious attempt to make them smile. I do not wish to decide whether such a view of the matter Is justified by the facts, but I will venture to assert upon my own observation that if the fates care at all for a Jest they prefer a man like o!d Sam Kelvin for the subject of it. Already he had figured once in this role, and it was not enough. Kelvin is a pawn in the game who lancies nimseir tnc player, lie is such a man as is fond of-saying: "If I were 1? poor tomorrow, I should be rich again in a year. You cannot keep a good man down." Or this, "If you ask me for the secret of my success in tlio world," etc., when you haven't asked him and have no Interest in the process' by which an unsuccessful man became a successful hog. I am convinced that the fates do relish an occasional prank with such a man, and the affair of the collar of diamonds which I am about to lay before the reader is a case in point. It was in the middle of July, nearly a month after the advent of the Kelvins in Tunbridge. Upon an especially beautiful moriilhg I was taking my usual walk before breakfast and had gone up to the cemetery'bn the hill. There, from the grave of my wife, that is covered with tiowers at thirf season, arise both my sorrpw and the strength to bear it. I am not a somber man. I always come away from that spot with the drumbeat of coutage and of strlv: ing in my heart, sfter the excellent military custom. My way home led me past the Stoughton place, now called "Kelvin Elms." Those fine old elms were quite well grown, I Judge, when Kelvin's grandTtrn d 1-va* 11^11 r% n entttmlll I IUWIVI ITUO UUItUllI^ (I DU ?* All III ill 1 Cllllsylvania. lie wag a carpenter and built the mill for another man and then got It nwny from him by gome sort of hocus pocus. I looked the matter up out of cuTloslty. fcam Kelvin's father Inherited the sawmill, biit hot the capacity for hocus ' pocus. The latter skipped a generation, so the sawmill passed out of the family with other ill gotten goods, and the present>proprietor of The Kims was born poor. His first success was a rather shady transaction In coal lands, nnd afterward he associated himself with powerful men nnd rose with them. The present Mrs. Kelvin comes of a good family, but is herself a sharp, shrewd, selfish womftn. She has little beauty of character or person, and her husband has none, but from' 'that union has sprung as fair nnd lovable a girl as ever gladdened tbo eyes and the heart of a man. Nature perforata these WES (TO S' OUR resources are not fabul [on earth, nor do we do BUT we are here among the ample means for all r< a- enough to take care of t WECOME, backed up by a good rec made irreproachable bv WE ARE here to stay and wo sol: accommodation consist* Interest Paid on 1 rierchants and Plant _ miracles once In awhile. In the cemetery where I had just been walking the very sweetest rosebush grows from the dust of il?e sourest rascal ever laid away to rest there. I refer to Ezra jWalmslcy, the miser, rud I shall have occasion to speak of him later, for the claim that ho made to the Stoughton estate during his life is an essential feature of the present narrative. There he lies, at any rate, and there is the rosebush to prove that ids dust is as good-as any man's for rose culture,-and this despite the well founded legend that lie sold his right hand to Satan and paid the forfeit. While skirting the east wall of The Elms I caught a glimpse of Donald near the south gate. It was no sur-1 prise to sve him abroad at such an hour, for Doaakl is an early riser. I lihe that hai.it. The world looks best in the morning, and early rising argues appreciation. Moreover, it shows courage and a healthy view. 1 have heard a cynic claim to prove that life is not wcrfh living by the fact that a vast majority of all humanity put oft living as long as they can every morning, lying eked to the last minute and coaxIn;* sleep, .which-the Latins called "tlio linage-of death." If the eyuic had possessed a logical mlild atKl(had limited his conclusion to the s?oope of his evidence, I would have been willing to agr'cC with ' lnift 'in the proposition which he really had established?namely. tljat the life of the.sluggard is not Worth living. That sort of person never wants to get up .and begin the day. lionahl Is no sluggard. lie often Joins nie in my morning walks, but bo baa not shown a fonauess for flic vicinity'of The Elms,'and 1 was surprised to coo hint loitering by Kelvin's gate. When 1 turned the corner of the wall, I saw that Donald was talking with Amy Kelvin, and this was an explanation of his presence which was harder to credit than the original phenomenon, unexplained, as oflen happens. fi I was not prepared to believe that they had *not-there by accident, still less that they had'hiet'there by design, but It must have been due or the other, for there tliey'lvbt'e. Little Miss Kelvin was sitting on a rock al^ppt the size Qf?^ bushel baBkct, and her buck was . ^pppQyted by tlio wall. . iponald leaned against a tall stone pillar of the gate and looked down Into the girl's face. Their manner indicated that they were busily blowing the soap iMlhUlcs of vnnthfnl.-- ntlmonf ,.:i~ T, .. ."?.UVI 11, UUfcllf, bountiful, floating ^ ay on tlic air, not meant to be hank 'd like the toys of later years nor even to be remembered except In the aggregate. Neither of these enviable'young creatures was so placed as to be readily visible from the house, and yet I would not wish to Say that their positions .were taken with the definite idea of avoiding observation. It was certain, hoafcver, that both of them knew well enough what Mr. Kelvin would think of their meeting. I was quite near them before thev noticed me. Then Donnkl looked up and saw me, but he showed no surprise. indeed, surprise was the rarest o? his emotions. He gave me a cheery good morning, and Amy greeted ine very prettily. She has something of the old fashioned shyness and a deference toward her elders such us I do not see too much of nowadays. The modern young woman seems to ine to huve paid a price for the three or four lbch'cs of stature that she has gained oyer her grandmother. She finds per Igips less that she can lookup to. While we were praising the beauty of the moniing we were interrupted I by a grinding sound" 6f"feet?I'-had almost said hoofs?upon the gravel walk within the estate, and, glancing over the wall, we saw My. Kelvin "striding toward the gate. Amy Ibbked at Donald almost as if *slie expected him to run away, but lie smiled in that gentle way of bis that makes his face sohandsome and slowly shook his head.. Kelvin' i>Jl?no I'liilutopniiulu . T the wicket that ?ls beside the main gate and then turned, holding it open with-his-left hand, fioflald Instantly ralscdJiis hat:nnkl-?lightly inclined his head while Ajuy-passed before him, looking up nt him out of the corner of her eye,and." murmuring "Goodby!" in very dAinty fashion. The wicket closed behind her wjth, on uugry snap, and Kelvin wheeled about. . :< ' " > "I don't want this to occur again," said lie to inc. "What?" said I. "I don't want tills boy hanging o around here," he replied. "1 don't apt. . *_ *' i' -M E3 X3J0" IT rxY.) ous, we haven't the largest bank all the business of the country. good people of the county with sasonable demands, with capital ill your wants. ord, that began years ago; a record ' fair business methods. icit your jmtronage, offering every # 3nt with good banking. 'ime Deposits. ers National Bank. prove of hi in as an associate for my daughter." "You are very foolish," said I, "and & poor judge of human nature. Good morning, sir!" "One moment, uncle, please," said Donald, laying; a hand upon my arm, and then to Kelvin: "Will you tell mo why you object to me?" Kelvin grinned. "1 don't think much of mind readers," said he. "Have you any objection to a mind reader iT lie really is one?" asked Donald politely. "There's no such thing!" snapped Kelvin. "Do you take me for an old woman?" "You can hardly object to me," said Donald, "on the ground that I am something which does not exist. But that is what you have stated." "You're a fake and a fraud!" roared Kelvin. Donald slowly nodded. "Were you convinced of it," he nsked, "by the mistake I made on the night when you?er?when you visited the factory?" "Well, 1 should think that waa enough!" said Kelvin. "But why should I practice such a purposeless fraud?" pleaded Donald. "What possible motive"? ?imi i.? i.?* ? * i iuium'u 11 i kiiow:" interrupt* ed-Kelvin. "It seems to me tbat you made a fool of yourself and got nothing out of it, for I don't believe you got the money. I'll do you that much Justice. But that's neither here nor there. What I say to you Is thhw. Xw must not speak to my daughter again. Do you understand?" "I want to be perfectly respectful to you, sir," rejoined Donald. "I'm very 6orry that I can't give you the assurance which you desire in this matter, but it would be absurd for me to do so. This is not a play upon the stage; it is life. You have no authority over me. no right to lay any command upon me nor to exact any promise. My attitude toward your daughter has been governed by the social code and must always be so governed. I cannot address "You're a fake and a fraudP' Miss Kelvin without her permission, ami I nin sure that she will be guided absolutely l?y your, wish." 1 ii attend to that," snapped Kelvin. "I am sorry to be the cause of any aqnqynuce," said Donald, "Really I'm not worth It. Please tell her so." "Yes, sir; I'll do that!" rejoined Kelvin in a very disagreeable tone. "I'll tell her precisely that." "Thank vou." replied Donald. [to be continued.] In Nature'* Kltohen. A woman Who teaches in a college for girls vouch08 for the truth of this story. 6ho presides over one of the college dining tables at which sit n dozen students: Ond day sotne curly lettuce wan brought on. A freshman looked at It and exclaimed: "IIow clever of the cook to, crimp it. that way I How does she do It?". ' ' 7? 1 KimIIy Settled. Long JInlred Visitor (entering ttmtdly)?I have here n little poem .written on snow and? Editor (interrupting hastily)?Written on snow! We enn't use anything that isn't written on paper. Sorry; Turn the knob to tlio right. Thntr? It. Qood morning. ? ... " V