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qOBf __ *- ' . j The i Substi I Copyright, 1903. by "Maybe," ventured the old woman tentatively, "maybe he's in love with that pal. Mr. Hlllyer, an' knows she hain't the sort?that her folks hain't the sort?to#overlook a?a"? "* "T1 at's Just it. Mrs. Buckler." ??m the merchant with firmness, "an* that accounts for his misery an' the ifciilsky. This thing lias lilt Mm away beIqw the belt. Thar's no two ways about It. I'm dead afeard It's goln' to undo all that's been done." The old woman raised her eyes to the troubled face before her and stared steadily. "Let's hope not," she said. "Shorely the Lord will..show us aome way to?to avoid that" Hlllyer dropped his eyes, and, turning toward the door, the old woman slotvly shnmbled out. CHAPTER II. mT was now about sundown, and Hlllyer started home. He passed the postofflce, went into the little building, looked abWently lnto^hlslock bpx, and then, taking a ? "ffreet tbatrTed past the town park and several of the most pretentious iburches, he soon reached his house, which was a two story brick building with an old fashioned white verandu and an L. The house, Ilkcjiiuny others In the place, stood on a big lawn shaded by large oaks, magnolias and mulberry trees. A wide walk bordered with stunted rosebushes of some cheap variety and covered with gravel reached from the gate to the steps. Along the side fence was a row of beehives, and frisking about in the yard was a yonng calf. Mrs. Hlllyer was In the sitting room with her niece, a rather plain girl of thirty, Miss Hortense Suowden, who had been living with the Hillyers since the death of her parents, twelve months before. They both rose at the sound of the merchant's step in the wide, uucarpeted hall, and when he had entered they stood waiting for him to sit down before resuming their seats at the open fireplace, In which some dry hickory logs on old fnsliioncd brass headed dog irons were cheerfully ablaze, furnishing the chief light of the shaded room. "Well, anybody would know from 1 v- hie looks how tho ouao on(ua ??*,'' Mrs. Hillyer as she sat down and ^ ? apsesd out her calico skirt. "An' ef it had 'a' beon dnrk I could 'a' read the news in the way he put lil^feet down 1ft the hall." She was a sl^t, cheerful looking woman past fifty. Her eyes were almost black, very keen, and they > flashed at all times with a merriment . that seeiued.ps much a part of her as electricity is a part of on electric battery. Her hair was abundant and reddish brown and fell- in intractable waves over her brow and ears. "Yes, it not only went ?lean ngln the old man, but Judge Moofft p'intedly re-r fused to cut it down to a fine." Hillyor's voice had a tone of deep dejection as he said this, and he kept his eyes on the fire. "An' I kin see you mighty nigh had a spasm over it," replied Mrs. Hillyer. "Lawsy me, ef I never found anything to worry about till I worried over tho just punishment leveled on the head o' that old scamp I'd go to my grave without a gray hair or a wrinkle. That's the trouble with you an' George both. You are not carryin' out the Scriptural injunction not to kick agin the pricks. I don't know exactly what the good book says about it. I disremeraber. In fact, I don't know that I ever run acrost It in print myself, but you bet it's thar. My father, who eat an' alep' with the Bible in his hand, used to always keep sayin', when folks was continually a-complainln', 'Don't kick agin the pricks.' An' he was right Ef you set down on a board with a tack in it the harder you set the more tack you git, an' that's so with life. It's full of tacks, an' don't you forglt-lt. The Lord put old Buckley in jail to keep 'lm in a bunch of his kind, so the devil wouldn't root around ** among good folks so much to keep up with 'lm, but? Oh, no! You ain't a-goln' to put up with it an* right now yore face la sour enough lookin' to spile cream in the middle o' December." "I was thlnkln' about George," said * Hlllyer softly. "Ifs mighty nigh killin' 'lm." "That's Ajuit Martha," spoke up ' ^ Hhgt^nse Snowaen. "It's awful on / &lro. Why. Just thin* of it. The best people in Darley receive him and like him. He was rising rapidly, but a thing lite this, as proud and sensitive as I13 is, will almost kllrtim.". "You kin laugh an' 'make sport aa ?""!> ? ?"?nf " Id illllirnt more boldly, "an* you needn't kick agin nothln' unleaa you want-to, but It'a Jeet like Hortle says. He won't be able to . face the music. He'a all right when be ain't drW too fur, but this, baa nl ready started 'im to drlnkln' ag*In." P . "Ob, uncle.jrou don't mean Itr . "Yea. It bna," groaned tho merchant "an" the Lord only knows wbar lt'a go '." V v jn' to end." . 'M j- . "Huhl 1 say, then, George Buckle] Imin't the man I ttnk 'im far," rotortet Mra. Hlllyer. "J wish I could ketct . j Im takin' a dram ou account of tbU i. thing. I'd glre'lm a talk that ud mak< 'Im""Go sit Wind, aoakin' dru$k," inter y WILL N. HARBEN, Author of "Abnor Don* lei." "The I . Lend of the lute North Welk * Mystery," Etc. Carper ? brothers yupted Hlllyer as he rose and went out through the kitchen to the stubles to -see If his favorite horse had been attended to. When he was gone, his *>vife got up and punched the Are with *tlie poker. I "I reckon 3*011 think I'm hard hearted," she said to her silent niece, "but, Hortle, it's the only way to git on with ultn. You don't know uotliln', I never tt yore folks know what I've been trough. I'd 'a* been crazy or dead long ago ef the Lord hadn't showed m? how to make light o' serious things. I've had a heap o' tough times, but I lielieve this Is n-golu' to be tho*hard. est." "Why, Aunt Martha, what do you mean?" "Don't you see into It?" Mrs. Ilillyer J put the poker in the chimney corner ! and leaned forward. "This has fetched 1 up yore uncle's old trouble. Things like this usually do upset 'iin. He's been nctln' quur ever since old Buckley was arrested. Ef I've ketched 'Im prayln' once over it I have twenty times. He hain't slept without a light In his room for a month, an' I hear 'im prnyin' an' hoggin' for pardon in his sleep. It happened thirty years ago, r an' yet I never have spoke to him about it nur has he to me." The young woman stood up beside I her mini "You don't really menu that you've lived with him for thirty jrenrs and never mentioned that." "Yes. I do. Hortie. I've always heard that that was one tiling that never could be talked about betwixt two people. I knowed another woman that was goln' through the same trouble, an' she told me she never had mentioned It to her husband. It Jest looks like a body cnyn't allude to It somehow. Sh!. He's eomin* backl" lllllyer trudged through the big, un 1 carpeted dining room, bis arms full of ' firewood, which be carefully deposited In the wood box,and then he went back to his chair. I "We've had a power o' fun in this j neighborhood today." Mrs. lllllyer said. 1 with one of her impulsive little laughs. 1 "I wonder ef the report got downtown ' about Mrs. Dugan beln' quarantined." 1 "I hain't heard notliiu' about it," re- 1 "fHled lllllyer. "I don't kuow what ' vou njenn." Mrs. I 1 illy or la u*rlied again- "SIdo. ? Dr. Jol>e quarantined 'er this eveuln' about li o'clock. The marshal come I up an' put a red flag on 'er gate an' I left orders that nobody should leave < the yard under penalty o' the law." ' "What's the matter with 'er?" asked I the merchant. 1 "Nothln'," Mrs. lllllyer made an- I swer. "I believe it's Jest Dr. .lobe's I devilment to git even with 'er. You i know Mary Hough's n-livln' In Mrs. Dugan's three back rooms with 'er l new bnbv. Well. It got sick?couldn't < ] "I've ketched 'ink jyrayln' over It." nurse rii' one thing another?an' she got scared an' sent fer Dr. Jobe. You know hlui on' Mrs. Dugnn 1ms been At outa fer the last year. It seems that she kept totln' tales about town In regard to his doln's In Rome 'fore ho moved here, an' the upshot of It was that she bus nhnut hunted hia chances with HulHe .Irwin. They Bay be was awfully mad at Mrs. Dugan. Well, when he come to ?ee the baby :several of ub 'lowed tbar*d be some fun, so we went over, the last one of ns with a different remedy of some sort an' dead loads o' advice. Tbo ' fast thing Dr. Jobe did was to drive us ull acrost the hall to the settln' | room an' begun to examine the baby. ' But Mrs. Dugan, bless yore soul, ac1 cordln' to her that was her house, an' 1 she was Mary Hough's stay an' support, an' she wedged 'erse'f In the slClci room. Some of us went In the kitchen '' so we could git a look an' hear what tuck place. He told 'er in plain Eng' Usb to git out, but she didn't budge; he ordered 'er ag'ln, but she only stood J the firmer. I don't thflbk I ever seed a | madder man. His black eyes was Jest ' | blozln an "is lntnds shook so be 11 conld hardly mix his medicines. Then 1 j the crash come. "Bays be to her, 'Have you been - taaum- IUTMM 4 * ' -!$8 181 ??apBBSll fife ^DR. %. Kd ? VDEN Grown and Bridge Work a 8peoi?1t,v reckon it's hardly beeu out W my lap for the last I wo days.'?Jtt|cKKnys he. with n satisfied grin, Rftcr not go out to the rest o' themhj?H in the other room, fer this child's-jgot scarlet fever.' 'Sen riot feverl' yelled Airs. Dugan. an* she looked like slid*3?sink In astonishment. 'Why. you dM't meart' it!' He told 'er yes. that's v?hat ailed the baby, an' that lie was pdm1' to report it to tlie authorities unVpnt up a quarantine. I's women nll.fjcattered like n flock o* scared blacko^'ds. but we heard 'em Jowerin' clean Aft to tije fence. 'I'm not a-goln' to stok cooped up here that long.' Mrs. Duf^in said. 'Yes. you'll have to.' we heaFd.'im say. 'Onddin' aliout like you do, yoi^'d scatter more microbes than a Texas tornado.' After lie went off old I Mr, Stone passed along on his Iioss, an' she went to Hie gate an' called out to qui an' tried to git 'tin to contradict what Dr. Jolie bad said about the disease, but he Jest sorter laughed an' said it;'would be eonfrary to professional etiquette fer 'lni to express an opiuiou. Furder down the street lie met Miss Cynthia Gihbs, an' she hauled Mm in an' axed Mm what he thought about tho case. It looked like lie thought it was powerful funny, fer lie mighty nigh Bpllt his sides n-lnugliln'. 'The baby's got some'n',' lie said, an' that's all she could git out'n Mm. The marshal come up an' put fhe red flag on the gate, an' the two women an' the baby's housed up till Dr. .lobe lifts tbc quarantine. I was Jest a-tliinkin' me 'n' Hortense will have a rest. Mrs. Dugan would 'a' met you at the gate to And out about? Hut I clean forgot to tell Mandy to put the biscuit In the stove an* warm over yore , tater pies." And, with a little flush on her face, Mrs. Hlllyer rose and tripped from the room. Hortcnse Snowden turned from the window, where she had been stnndlng while her aunt was talking, and stood before her uncle. "CJeorge Is In love with Lydla Cranston," she said softly. "That's one reason this is going so hard with him." "Yes, I think he is," replied the old man, "an' I was jest wonderin' ef the conviction would have any?you know ?effect on her." "I don't think he's ever spoken one word of love to her," said Ilortense. "She is the proudest, haughtiest creature that ever lived and yet at the same time as simple and unaffected as she can be. It seems like she gets the sweet side of her nature from herself i..d the other from her people. Unde. :hey are just about the most iajinf"'' I;'8ii. 1 know that. .1 doa'.t^F-^wfc 1 ?ver seed (he major without 1)1?- oflk lint, kid gloves and gold licndedl?nne. Somehow it seems a pity (3eorg<? <|bokcd so high, hut, Ilortle. tlie boy Is Jest that way about everything: he' will liave the best or uotbln'. But I reckon ke knows about how the Cram tons will look at it?I my I reckon lie knows Hint, an' that's what's made 'iiii so low spirited." "That must be it, uncle." Ami siloin-e fell between them. The sound of the Coffee mill came harshly in from the' kitchen, and then they heard Mrs. Hlllyer singing a hymn as she moved about Ill tlie adjoining dining room. CHAPTER'III. 0EORGE BUCKLEY did notcomc to supper ?8 usual, aid the man I passed awkwardly. Even the efforts Mrs. llillyer made to enliven the little group fell lla:, and she soon found herself as moody is the others. The merchant gulped dd^'n a cup of hot, black coffee, ate veryjflghtly of wluit was on his plate nutf then went out on the front vernisa to smoke. The evening passed slowly, unJabout 10 o'clock the family retired. Hillyer could not sleep. His wife, tiredps she was, was kept awake by h* bus band's constant movements. 'About midnight he got up, half dres.-il himself and took his hut. Whit" . ? (* i ? a' .'* asked Ss wife. "I'm ; 1' down to satlsf;| myse'f about George," he said sbepishly. "Thar ain't no use tryin' to hid*it; I'm worried." "Well, I'll be switched!" eslalmed his wife. "But 1 reckon you plough t as well. I don't believe inesor you nuther is goln' to close our jyes toniglit unless you do. I'll lc. you'll find *lm in lied. No doubt be Jst went to tlie hotel nn* got his suptr rather than let us know he was dylcin'. lie still sleeps at the warehofe, don't he?" j "Yes, ho still rooms thar.'lipswered HUlyer, "an' ef thar's n alight I'll come right back. Somettps when he's bothered he sets up aiPworks on his books." if. When her husband had'J&e Mrs. HUlyer crept up the stairs iftlorten^e Snowden's room. Tho girlps sitting up In bed. . 1 "Why, are you awokeV'Bre. Ilillvf>r r>rlivl "T tv. nra.llnll u not o' night owls." * '1 linven't slept a vrlnl^fks thp reply. "Do you know, evewsounil in your room comes right nRpat stove flue. I could henr the creug of your bed, an Just now I heardwi talking. Oh, ArtTft Martha, where Aron think 1 it's going to end?" "I'll end In a mndhousJf It keeps up." said Mrs. IIHl^er, ?ti n little, forced laugh. "I'm. gonf crawl In yore lw>d. I'm not tq^Kufeard o* 1 apcrits, but I nin <.f nlgijHb' tramps. Phew! I'm ail of n shiUf~JjerH cov- 1 er up. Ilortlc, you've f??s said I wh* ft kwxJ woman. toy fo ho*. #|. . / TrttT.^ ij* Office Bank Building Union. S ^ but I hain't perfwt by a long shot. I say I hain't perfect, an' I mean It. You'd say ho ef you could see through my outside. I've got one whalln' big ?|ult, an' that is suspicion. Somehow jphyn't root it out. Now, I like George Buckley as well as you or Mr. Hillyer docs, but what on earth has made Mr. Hillyer so wrapped up In that boy an' the whole layout o' Buckleys? Why, he's as crazy as a bedbug right now about this trial an* George's condition. Ob, I know you kin sny he likes the boy an' all that, but thar are heaps o' boys in the county an' heaps o' folks that's Jest as worthy of assistance Ss the Buckleys." "Oh, Aunf Martha, you surely don't mean"? "I don't mean nothin'," Interrupted Mrs. Hillyer, "but I'm as sure o' one thing as. I am that I got my cold feet agin yore'n, an' that is that Mr. Hillyer hain't told me everything about them Buckleys. He mnv think I wouldn't keep It, but he hain't let me on to his game." 1 * Hortense had no observation to make, and they lay silent for several minutes. Then the girl spoke: "George could really hear It much better If he had not met Lydla Cranston. I don't blame him for caring for her, Aunt Martha. She's a splendid girl; we all like her; she's Just as frank and open as can he. She's nlways making fun of her father's family pride. He's got a Cranston tree in the library, but Lydla gets all mixed up when she tries to tell any one who her connections are. I was just thinking. She'll be apt to bo disgusted with George if she hears that this has driven him to drink, and"? "Don't you bother about that," retorted Mrs. Hlllyer. "Thar never was a woman that turned agin a man she cared for on that account; they'll make excuses fer 'em, an' the Lord knows she could llsh up a good many to justify George. I know I could. Pore fellow! Jest think o' him tryln' an' tryin' to git his head above water an' that old scaiup of a daddy Jerkin' 'lm down? an' right now when he was gittln' sech a One start. He could 'a' married that Cranston gal ef this thing hadn't come up?I mean he could In time, beca'se it was In 'im." CHAPTER IV. SILLYER went out into the starlit night and made his way down to the business portion of the town. He was about to the barroom run by Luke Hillhouse, VV ^ nf "Mmafd Batik and the rappingfbf "hues, life looked la at the screened door. Two cotrtRrymen, without their coats and under broad slouched hats, were playing nt the green table, over which hung n glass lamp under a tin shade constructed from a new dlshpan with a hole cut In the bottom, and three or four half drunken negroes were en.gaged in betting small amounts on a fortune wheel agnlnst the wall. Seeing the merchant, Ilillhouse, a fat, red faced man with a dyed and waxed mustache, came round to him from oentnu tne counter. "Lookin* fer George, I'll bet," be said in a friendly, half confidential tone. "lie's Jest gone, squire." Hillyer hnd yenrs before been a justice of the peace. "I went with Mm clean to the door of tho warehouse an' seed that he went in." ? "Then he was"? "The wust I ever seed, squire. Oh, he could walk all right an' knowed what he was about, but he's a reg'lar rlppln' terror. lie come in here, I reckon, about uu hour ugo an' tuck a couple o' drinks an' then set down over thur at the little table. I 'lowed he was asleep, he was so quiet, an' I reckon everybody else did, fer Bascom Trultt from over in the mountains come in an' begun to talk about old man Buckley's sentence. He hadn't I said a word that was wrong, but George heard it nu' riz suddenly an' come up to liliti. 'Yo're a-sayln' that to Insult me,' he said, right in Trultt's face. As big as Truitt is you could I 'a' knocked Mm down with a feather, but he told George as straight as he could that he ilever knowed he was thar nn' didn't menn no harm nohow; but, sir, George hauled nway an' hit Mm In the Jaw. It popf ",d like the re- A port of a pistol, an' Trultt mighty nigh ] went down. We parted 'em without any trouble. in fact, Trultt thinks the world<an 'all of 'lm. George did 'lm a favor a long tiuie back, nn' Instead o' glttin' road about It Trultt Is worryln' over offendiu' the boy. He would have apologized to 'lm, but we all persuaded 'lm to wait till George was at his- ' se'f." The merchant took u loug, trembling . breutli. "I wish. Ulllhouse," he said, "that . you wouldn't let 'lm bave any more liquor If you kin git nround It." "Git around it?" laughed the barkeeper. "If you'll show me a mixer o' drinks In this county that would refuse that feller when he's off I'd like to see 'lm. It would cost 'lm his life. He's one roan, squire, that ortn't t6 ( teteh a drap, an' between you an' me ' [ don't think anything but this scrape of his daddy's would have started 'lm. 1 George Buckley Is the high strung sort ? that makes either the finest citizens ur ' the scum o' crentloq," "I reckon agreed HUlyer, y ind, turning, he went down to the kvarehouse, which was in the next j" lilock below. Ho found the front door 0 (Continued on 6th page.) b ir . $ coming out very fast, JB I bought a bottle alsAyer's HaUMVigcr. It stopped the falling anKlftftde.tny hair grow very rapldly,j9Maawit is 45 inches in length.^HjKijp* A. Boydston, Atchison, ^ r *: There's anotheWSnger V than that of the sShgclu . L Hair hunger, forifflBjtfa j Hungry hair * needs half vigor-VfHjii . ( This is why weWf fHH Ayer's Hair Vig(J?ai^O restores color, anWMWii the hair grow lo?|Hp*j heavy. si.Mah*tu. I If your druggist cannot StiAly TO a, I Mnd as otio dollar and wo wllloxpress you a bottle. Bo snro and givtMbo name of your nearest express oiiio?.Ttddross, I J. C. A V Kit CO., LovvTI, Ma#s. I mt A SPECIAL v Bargain Sale . Now going on at the _ v Cash Bargain Store I For the next 30 days, beginning * Saturday July 2nd. e While tb's sale is on we will sell onr entire line of Misses and Ladies l, Oxfords at a discount of 10 per cent. j>( Special prices on Hamburg Em- h broideries: 8 cents Embroidery now 6c per yard ~ 10 " *4 44 8c ' 12 V" - " 10c 15~44 44 44 12|c 44 20 44 44 44 15c 44 25 44 44 44 20c 44 We have just received the prettiest lines of Ladies' Fancy Turn 1 Over Collars and Infants Fancy Soft Sole Shoes ever brought to this place, and we invite the Ladies to call and see these two lines and get our prices before they make their purchase. firs. D. N. Wilburn Arkansas : Texas?? ? * ? ?? n(. . Louisiana \ t ^ * An ideal country for cheap homes. Land at $5, $10, 815 per acre; grows corn, cotton, wheat, oats, grasses, fruits and $ vegetables. d Stock ranges 10 months in the year. j F Southeast Missouri, Lrkan- ? sas, Louisiana and Telas are . A.11 iuu ui opportunities?the I climate in mild, the soils rich, the lands are cheap. I Low Home-seekers'Irates? about half fare?via thf Cotton Belt twice a month?Ast and fi third Tuesdays. I For descriptive lerature, No maps and excursion r?s, write ? t0 I5 N. B. BAIRD, f. P. A., * Cotton Belt, ATLAiTA, GA. Barbecii. We will serve a first 4ss barbecue an(' in Union on Oounty cppaign day. ?P~ Everybody iuvited, R.J Smith, ^to e-o-w-20 D.LGallman. spei __L me. Certain That He dultl Win. "I once knew an oldJrlahman who would invest his last 0 in any kind Mai >f a gamble.be happen up against," laid a Philadelphia in a rratc the othsr day. "One Christm evu.he cauie ] lome with a ticket en liffe^hlm to a |.i mance on a liorse and Bgli~that were ttJ n be raffled off. , I "'We'll bo drivin outhrough Fair- ' . nount park th' morrt like th' big om funs, Mary,*' he annoiicd v.drii prideO his wife. J " 'Oh, pop, won't thaje flnel* cbtmkQ^ n his little son. 'Toup' me can ride f; >n the front seat, aiapiom and Uttle^ ' "H [ohnnna'ean sit In t?ack.' . " 'Ye'U be doln' nSlch thing,' as> lerted the old man.> pill be the back eat fer you. my ladlfer mother, will ?e on the front seatme.' ^ " 'I will so!' whlnejpe youngster, -t 'Ion.e rill so be rldin' on tj front!' f "The old man asfaed a stern paental nlr and tookp pfp? his "y south to deliver hi Jen 1 decision. " Ye'll not, I tcllfi,' he *'11 w ? havln' no back w from ye. Git a the alelghP pfcnlclphlA Frees. Bll 1 i 1 1 !S Wood's Seeds. 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The next session will open fc'pteinber 21, 1904. For further inminatio'i and catalogue address 'res. D. 11. Johnwon, Hock Hill, S. C. 24 8t IS Soft ft M Harness JL noOil. You Vun laS R'tpftX gj K-ngthon Us life?malco It IvV /tBWil i- QKiv A twlro na long no it IfffSftlA I ordinarily would. 11 EUREKAf I Harness Oil I tffl mnkef?n poor looking liar- \<?'M Ml in j lllid now. Mutle of \VujH HI pure. hWTjr borlled oil, es- \v3H Hi peclolly prepared to with- 1MM Hi auti-d ibe wwltatr. iVfQA H Bold everywhere \\j5a yf In cans?all al&ea. \vwr\ V Made bi^TANDAP.O Oil m." )r. Alexander S. Surgeon Dentist, ONESVILLE, SOUTH CAROLINA Rooms over J. F. AI man's Store. JCAIFE & HAMBLIN, ^ATTORNEYS AT LAW> oster Building. lJnir>n c r* ? ? -1 V. ). CLOUGH WALLACE. ATORNEY AT LAW. Room 12 up stairs Foster Building. } MEANS BEATY, ATTORN EY- AT-LAW. . 3, Law Range. 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