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"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
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??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*.
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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
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ir . $
coming out very fast, JB I bought
a bottle alsAyer's HaUMVigcr. It
stopped the falling anKlftftde.tny
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*: There's anotheWSnger V
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L Hair hunger, forifflBjtfa j
Hungry hair *
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restores color, anWMWii
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A SPECIAL v
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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
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Oxfords at a discount of 10 per cent. j>(
Special prices on Hamburg Em- h
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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
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Over Collars and Infants Fancy
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Stock ranges 10 months in
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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.
Crimson Glorer
Sown at the last working
of the Corn or Cotton Crop,
can be plowed under the following
Angkor May in time to plant corn
??ir other crops the same season.
* vJrimson Clover prevents winter '
leaching of the Aft, is equal in fer- ,
\
^Wrlte for prif? and special drcular
telling about seeding etc.
T.W.Woo44Sons, Seedsmen,
RICHMOND > *. VtfpiMU.
Wood's Descriptive Fall oMffng, ro?dy
about August 1st. tells all about Farm
anAt&egotahle Seeds for Fall nlant- '
fnpj^Malled free on request.
? ' " 1
Vinthrop College Scholarships
and Entrance Examination.
'Thf^exanii nation for the award of vaant
scholarships in Wlnthrop (College
nd for the admission of new students
rill be held at the county courthouse on
^ridav. .Inly 8?h, at 9a m. Applicants
1UM not he less than fifteen years of
im? When scholarships are vacated
fter .luly 8. ihey will be awarded to
(lose making the hiuhest average at this
xaminat ion.
^chnlaish'ps arewoiih $100 and free
uitiou. 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.
TOPAND READ
"ou will always find ft full line of
FI.AITR Qim A I) rnriro* wr.
- ??v? ii) \/\t 1 1 All} A 1 ,
LARD, CANNED AND BOTTLED
ROODS, FRESH VEGETABLES
1 everytning to be found in an
to date family Grocery at my
re. Tobaccos and Cigars a
cialty. Bring your laundry to
J. T. SEXTON,
n Street. Union, S. C.
IOHTHICTOIIS'
I , Dim nrn^?
r ^DUILUtnO ^
? MILL SUPPLIES.
ispjgtettsniLf^
illKD
Barbecue.
vlll serve a tlrat class barbecue at
tevUle on Oninty campaign <fhy. A
clasp cook -will prepare the cue. ^ *"*/?.p.
>" .jl Olives Eav?s . x "
^ At* '~n^.'Barbecue.
e will mtt a firflf clan* tiarbecoo fct
vllle ou the day of the first primary
tou Storum JfcMcKairitiX'