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II The Substitute Bu WILL N. HARBEN. Author of "Abner Danl4." "The Land of the gfttogtoo Sua.'" 'The North V?lk Mystery,? Etc. i * Copyright, 1903, hy Harper A Brother* (Continued from * <* age.) - a|ar anfl rfnw a dg^fcyburntbg In his '?* * .* -Clerk's room In Entering 'J1 . and 50 ^ trending orn^be rough ** ufr * Jlpor.whlctr.waa strewrkwlnhihafr and .. *> grnln<^|jg(he. meyg^> Ileal of cotton the young nfMi|^M^^Hb?^V>!oud of cigar smoke GcoTOa^QPOly sat near a little table, without hSjiMjft his collar off an?T his powerful selnRihowing through hl? open shirt, ile glared up a^Jiia employee .and then rose to his fKt and looked straight at him. "George/ the old man began In a olce that quivered through excessive embarrassment, "I was troubled so much about you that 1 couldn't sleep, so I got ud an' come down i ??>o.i yore light an* couldn't keep from comlu' in." "I don't aee that you need bother about me," was Buckley's surprising retort. "I'm no blood kin of yours, Mr. Hlllyer." "George, I'm as good a friend to young I know how to be, an' I jest want you to know that, an' ef thar's any way under the sun that I kin help you I'll do it." "Then let's me 'n' you come to an understanding," said Buckley. "I don't know exactly how to size you up. I've been thinking about j-ou all this evening, and if 1 don't understand you better than I have done for several years you and I will part. You can keep the money I've made and saved up, uud if I could do it I'd throw the education you gave me in your face. My intelligence has been insulted. You have done all these things for me under the pretense of love, but it was not that. Now let's understand each other." Hlllyer turned as white as death could have made him. Ills eyes sank to the floor, and, with a halting step, lie went to the young man's bed across the room and sat down on the edge of it. "You do me a great wrong, George," he faltered. "If you knowed my heart"? "Well, that's all I'm asking. I want to know what it all means. I tell you I'm no fool. It's not whisky in me talking either, for I've puzzled over It for years, an' now that this thing has happened?an' I don't care whether I stay In your town anyway?I'm goln' to be told the truth. What did you give me my education for, and this tart in the world? Why, as I look at you gazing nt me now it seems to UK y?? ?re the ver-tLs^r-^ w a, I wan old enough to know I was alive. Curse It, what's the matter with you? Can't you talk?" Hlllyer rose to his feet. "I'm goin' to leave you. George." he saiil. "Tomorrow we'll talk this over. You are in no condition to"? Taking a swift, steady stride forward, the young man laid his hands on the merchant's shoulders and forced him hack to his sent on the bed. "No," lie said; "you don't leave here tonight until you hnvo answered my question nnd satisfied me." Hlllyer leaned forwnrd. his face in his hands, nnd groaned. "Then, George, I'll be obliged to speak of something that has not passed my lips in thirty years, but maybe it la best fer me to do it, considerin' everything. Set down. I kin talk better If you won't stand so close an' look at me so straight. You've had j-oro trou *? ?- A. T ?l.Uls bio, an 01 you nave uh- iwuri > nnun. yon have you'll l>o sorry for 1110. an* me an' you maybe will bo truer friends In the future, til' me time. I'll git it out" George Buokloy throw himself into the eh air at the table. There was a pause. A train passed on the track within twenty yards of the rear dooi of the warehouse, and the floor shook A pistol shot was heard, followed l?j the yelping of a wounded dog at th< Other end of the street. The town slept "George," began the merchant In t atrange husky voice, "you are nov CnectLn' the biggest trouble of yon whole life. I was Jest about yore agf an' everything was aV>out as pronilsin when my trouble overtook me. George ?the old man gulped?"did you eve hear that I?killed a feller Jest at th close o' the war?", Buckley stared steadily, his brow raised. "I thlnk^-yes, I knew about It. But didn't think you"? The young ina seemed unable to formulate h thoughts into wot^s. "1 knew yc were acquitted and that nobody blanu you." "Yes. I was acquitted, hut how?a how? You wonder why yon was s levied to go through yore present trir an' I've- wondered^many tlin? why mlne?Wti8 put on.me.- n wholo world think-}. I don't both ' *nl>M?t it. but few folks know nhout tl vermin thafs gnawJn' at the seer . 4 souls of their neighbors. Why, n Aowo wife don't know my feelln's. sfeckon she thinks I'm as happy as ti / average man. That's the troilhla^wl Jest?Jest that sort of n thing. It hail What folks will dn-e mpfttlon to t ' person concerned, r?n' somehow oarer kin bring It up. I snld I'd nev had It mentioned to me, but I d about five year ngo. I'd been mak a sort of ii pet of a little, yaller hair child stoppin' at the Johnnton hot] with her ma far the suiunfer/'an' o day, settln' up. thar In the office, I tu \wir on my knee. She sorter squirmed) Soft, an' when I asked 'er what was ths, flrnatter she said slie'd heard I'd killed n man. It set me hack so that 1 (yda'jL 'detain 'er, an' she looked scared ever Vtime I passed whar sho was af. Iluhl ;>Talk about trouble, Qeorge, yore'u .' hain't a circumstance! I bad jest got :masHed, on' ever'thlng looked bright J was at an election. The feller a friend o' mine, but a few years ger. We was on opposite sides f an' had sharp words. The lie was pasted, no' then. we come together. | B Borne o' tbo crw#d parted us, but I was ! Fa raffln' demon. I was a drlukln' man Flhsn?that Is, 1 took a dram occasionr ally?an' I got full an' wont home fer Is revolver. Then I set out to find Mm. | flit was about 10 o'clock at night when Jpl run aerost 'lm at a livery stable, a T old shack at t'other end o' the town, r He was In the back end with Ilank Williams, the man that run it, an' I r heard Mm Udlln* Ilank good night an' seed Mm n-couiin'. I didn't know what ' .1 was a-doln'?as God is my judge, I j ^didn't I hated Mm with the hate of 'hell, an' I wanted?I wanted Mm out of the way. I drawed as he come nigh, an' 1 think 1 cussed Mm. I re, tnember he was a-gnzin' right at me? t scared?scared mighty nigh out o' his senses. Ho raised his hnn's sorter, like a body will to ward off anything, ^but the revolver was aimed right, an* Icocked an' easy on trigger, an' it went /off." , Illllver nniiMOfl Hio cd one In the other, and both wero quivering. Cieorge Buckley was Btarlng at him with bewildered fixity, his long, slender hand stayed In his heavy hair. "I'm sorter scared at the sound o' my own voice," said Ilillyer. "It's like somebody else was a-tellin' about it. I hain't even whispered It to myse'f. An' in all my prayers Ln regard to it I never have spoke his name ur the name o' the crime. I alwn3*s said, 'You know what I mean, Lord. Show me how to unload It!' Well"?Hillyer swallowed? "he fell dead in his tracks. I was sober ln a second. I heard Williams a-comin', an* when he seed ine an' the siuokJn' pistol an' my deed ho give a little cry an' started to break an' run, hut I tli'owed the revolver down an' | called to 'im an' begged 'im not to i leave. Then I stood in a boss stall I while he went an' examined?the body. ' I couldn't tetch it. Then he come back | to me an' told me Lj-nn Ilaiubriglit | was a corpse. Thar was a pile o' dirty hay In the stall, an' I remember I jest fell on It, face downward, an' begun to cry an' beg the Lord to save me. "Williams had a heart like a child's. He stood thnr an' watched an' listened to my ravin's of fear an' regret till all at once he begun tryin' to pacify me. He toll 1 me I'd come clear; that it was < in self defense; that he had seed it all t an' would go on the stand an' testify in my behalf. 1 know now?ln fact, 1 *viivvv*:iA ^ 11vii i ueuni nun on tilt* st.iim 1 ?that ho was lyin' lo save my neck, 1 but I wanted to escape the penalty an' j couldn't 'a' stopped 'jm, The fear ?' * westMl' my "UWff Wm awful. *^waBt4 A even jailed.. It was in unse'tt.'ed times t Jest after the war.* My folks wasproin- t Inent, an' public sympathy for me, i young as I was, was high. The hardest thins of all to bear was the grief of Hambright's mother. It looked like it ud mighty nigh kill *er. lie was her youngest an' pet. Her other boys never amounted to anything an' had gone west an' left 'or. Finally I come clear In the eyes o' the world, but, as tiod knows, not in my own. That crime is before me, wnkin' or sieepin'. 1 often dream that I never done it. an' daylight gives that the lie. Seemed like ever'thing I went into turned out money, an' I prospered, though I did all I eouhl to alleviate suffering an' help the different churches. Mrs. Ilambright Jest had a little farm over in the mountains that turned out a bare livn', an' I sent a friend to 'er to offer .er help, but she indignantly refused . She'd come in town once in awhile, ut she'd never come nigh whar I was ' t. Then I heard she was tryin' to git ! pension through congress. Her litisVnd had claimed to be a T'nlon mail, i ft' that he was forced Into the Con , Iterate ranks, wbar he fit an' was kled, an* somebody tolil 'or she was titled to n pension. Old Trabue tuck V the claim an' writ on about it to ^Vflhington. an' one day he happened r tOell me that he had had a final do? clon an' that she couldn't git it an' th he hated to have to tell 'or the t ouome. Then I got. him to pretend to or that the pension was allowed, p an' paid the $15 a month. I've been , dol it for twenty year now, an' it ha&ept 'er from sulTerln', but I'm in mod dread o' her flntlln' out wbar r thoione.v comes from an' sellln' her r plat to repay It. She's still in good hea< over thnr lu the mountains. 8 Ant once a year, generally In the falljie comes in town, hut she shirks j meet' me. Somehow I always breathe n free when she's gone out o* town. I8 Tbeight of 'er fetches it all Inyk lU wusthan anything else. I've tried to find.it what she thinks about It now, but e never mentions the subject to h a fo I' ve suffensl the torments of 0' the mned. I made a public confes, %. slon qoeetin', as well as I could, to shOWiy*icontritlon without impllcntln 1 Hank" lliln ins. hut It didn't do a speck H' ?* gd.r' All the members swarmed rouneie and patted ine on the buck an' !< I whs nigh the throne, but the'r ti Je?t seemed to beafc'thy K'lUt ^ deejKsai I wai afeard o' flie slightest feW'at night or my shadow In *' daytlAw was always eountin' on , befln' nSff by disease. One mornln', ' 1 in noticed n little red spot : on xdj|?k nil' tuck It for a cancer. Ilfl I WikwcB then that the I.ord intend'"r ed to ' kULue die a slow, loathsome , death, an'lnt once I felt weak at the " knee* an' Eldn't hardly stand. My i Wife <onie* found me, I didn't tell 186 her nbout I cancer, an' she thought nc 11 Jesttk from someV I'd eat, an' wlun tMoetor come I was afeard | to tell 'lm about th$^ore^>lno^^^I!l left some mcdlclne^||j,? * like] Itucl^ It, but I^tfowe^jB^iWay. Aftet. ^ttHrt-4^4-ai4??Sea point to stop an* talM tq 'lm- every day to see ef he'd' uotlcf' my face an' speak of ft, but be dldirtL t'.TO started up to his office fifty tloM ari* backed out, Jfcst beca'se I could? bear to bo told that it was a cane?; Howsomever, one day, when It \]S more inflamed* thdh ever, I went to A office?as weak as a sick kitten, feeljff Jest like a man goin' to the scaffold I went In an' set down an' waited f|r 'lm to git through with somebody ehflr" an' when he turned to me I said, 'Dot1,' I want you to take a look at my face.' He put on his specks an' examined ft then be laughed an' said: 'I'll bet a <t||lar you thought It was a cancer. Folf $ nowadays Is more anxious to raise careers 'an they are good taters.' 'Qut ain't it?' I axed 'im. 'No,' said he, 'it hain't nothln' o* the sort. Ef you'll quit rubbln* It every minute In the dny an' stop thtnkln' about It, It'll go away In a week.' I felt as light as a feather when I left him, but It wasn't twentyfour hours 'fore*I had some other aliment. "I was rtln*ays lookln* fer the Lord to show designs agin me. Fer one thing, no children come to me 'n' Martha, an' I interpreted that as meanin* that, sence I'd put life out o' the world, I shouldn't fetch It In. Most matrled folks worry when they hain't got some offspring, but It worried me powerful. I never seed a happy child or a proud mother an' father without feelln' the Lord's rebuke. Oh, George, George, I've led the most awful life that was ever led by a human beln'. It seems 10 me?an' I kept it nil to myself, smtlln' along with the rest, an* tryln* to find some loophole of escape. Now here's wliar you come In, an' you'll think it otld, but I've started in to explain in full, an* I'm goin' to do it. You know I used to pass yore pa's place pretty often, goin' to my river mill an' farm, an' nt the mill I frequently seed you comln* on that swaybackod old innro, ' a-straddle of yore bap o' shelled corn, barefooted even in winter, with yore hands an' feet cracked with the cold. It was common report about how had you was treated by yore daddy an' . what a awful character he had. Maybe you remember the talk me 'n* you had, an* how you told me how anxious you was to git schoolln' an' books. Thnt was the fust day after my crime that I got a beam of spiritual light. It come all over mo like n flash thnt of 1 could take you out'n yore degradation an* raise you to a respectable, useful place in life I could atone in part for what I'd done. Do you remember that day. George?" George Buckley started, raised his yes front the floor in a sharp stare at he haggard face before him and said: "Yes, sir, I remember that day." "Well, I couldn't git away from the dea. As I say, it was the fust bit of lght I'd bad. wt^ou'went off to school." ''Aii' i the weight and bitterness of my heart icemed to lessen, for every report I had ivas glorious. You stood head; you made the best speeches; yon had tbe nost friends among teachers an' pupils. Oil, George, George, you don't know what It meant to me; you seemed to be totin' me out of a rusbln* river?a river rushin' toward bell! Then you know about the iob I give you here after vou graduated; every dollar you laid up an' properly invested was proof to mo that God had heard my long prayer an' was answerin' it in his own way. I was puttin' into life a man for one I had tuck out. Only one hitch occurred, nt?' that was when they threatened yore pa with arrest for pennln* up them liog4 Then you got desperate an' started ia ti drinkin*. But we squashed thqt, an' i went on smooth again till tills? thli 1 late matter. And now?oh. George, l'n afcard ?I'm afcard the Lord or tin devil, or both combined, have l?ei leadin' me through all this road 4 | promise jest In order to let me fall tli4 harder. I've come here tonight to prayl to you?yes, to you?to save me. If youl go down, I do too. Now you see what I it all meant an' what it means to me. I I'm in yore hands, my boy. As God's 1 agent, you hold me in the palm o' yore I hand." Y The old man's voice broke. He made J an effort to say something more, but | choked up, and, with ills gaze on the | ragged rug in front of liini, he sat quite motionless except for his heaving shoulders. George Buckley bent forward, his hands tightly clasping each other. Without a word he rose and went with a steady step out into the darkness of the warehouse. Hillyer heard his crunching tread as he walked back and forth over the grain strewn floor, and he knelt beside the bed and tried to pray the prayer that had rung in his old brain for thirty years, hut somehow the worn words refused to come. George Buckley's silence was against him. His long delayed doom lurked in the dark silence of the great house, and in a moment George Buckley would calmly bring it forth and show it to him. Suddenly from the darkness he heard a stilled ..a limn n hnnro uralffh* vijr MO v* r?iu, J went down?George Buckley had fallen. A cold Hweat broke out on the merchant's face. He feared he knew not what, but he feared. Was his doom about to show Itself in a more tragic shape than he had ever dreamed, of its taking? He stood up and slowly crept rather than walked to the door of the rOom. Standing there, he fonnd bis voice and cried out: "George, are you hurt?" Ills voice rang harshly through the big room. There was no answer. "George! George! Are you tbar?" Still no fenOBge. Hlllyor .jjRMfcd, against the door facing. Htrhfi&es Were weak; he was about to sink to the floor. Then he heard George Buckley calling to him. "Mr. Hillyer," came In a faint, voice, irf'" ' ' jiVplease bring the lamp back hero!" ? The lamp! Great God, what could rthat mean? What did Buckley Intend to show him?what? Taking the lamp In his quivering hand, tlSfe merchant went back in the Tear. At^rst he could see nothing, for ho was dazed by the light, but he / \H\ * I JwWfcl lie came upon Buckley lying on his side. groped on. Presently he came upon Buckley lying 011 his side behind a great pile of corn In bags. "I'm sorry to bother you," the young man said humbly, "but I've got my foot cnuglit in a hole in the floor, and I can't possibly get It out." "Oh. George!" the merchant gasped, and, placing the lamp 011 the floor, he raised the young man in his arms, and together they managed to release the 1 imprisoned member. "Thank you, Mr. Ilillyer." The nrm of the young man still lay 011 the old man's shoulder, and Instead of removing It he pressed It down tenderly. j "I want to say something," he said, "but I'm afraid I can't. Mr. Ilillyer, < you have made n man of me tonight. Yon've taught me a great lesson. You met your trouble as early in life as I am meeting mine, and yet you have borne yours like a soldier for thirty years. I've been a coward, weak and shirking, but from tonight on I'm go- j ing to tight as you have done, "lou've saved me, Mr. Ilillyer." Buckley turn- ; ed the old man's face toward him. 1 "You know I never had a father I could love and respect, but I love and venerate you, sir. You can count on me, Mr. Hillyer. I was drunk when I j spoke as I did just now. I'm sober ; i !iope ymf?W]ir*j>ijBOrr, j. _| "Oh, George!" That was all the old i mail could any; he had begun to sob j like a child. Buckley took up the lamp. "Yes," he | said as he led the way back to his room, "I'm all right now, Mr. Ilillyer. i An Iiaiii* o?/\ Y 1?? * - ' .xu uvul Mg," 1 """ IHMIUIlg l>> I'llCUUr- | ge mo to keep on, but you liave set me on my foot. Your long trouble lias maile a good man of you; perhaps Providence intends to give me the same sort of chance. If that's tho plan, I'll accept the terms, for I'd go through it all to be as good as you are, even when my head is white and I stoop over the grave. What you did in blind, youthful passion was nothing?nothing! My actions tonight on account of what I cannot help were simply insanity." [to de continued.] Why Illrdn Are KunIIj Poinoned. Birds seem to have no discrimination whatever in regard to poisons, proba- | bly because they have no sense and swallow their food without masticating It. They are terrltlod to paralysis by the appearance of a poisonous snake, unless the terror be due to dread of the uppearance of the serpent rather than to an inherited knowledge of Its venomous Dower, but sm*h lnt<>lli???>nt nir/ia as rooks will pick up and oat poisoned grain, and crows and ravens readily pat poisoned eggs or meat. Chickens will eat the poisonous seeds of laburum and dio from its effects. Whetlir birds such as tits and greenfinches ver do so does not seem to be known, i iut wild birds are frequently found ! ying in gardens, though apparently icy have been in good health a few burs before, and their death may be iio to the consumption of poisonous leds.?London Spectator. \ A Short uiiri (1111 *(!< Review. \p "The Life of Dean Farrar" his m, Reginald Farrar, lias included | amy extracts from "Men I Ilnve Kowii" ? for example, the following i say of Drowning, which is wortli raiding: John Stuart Mill, happening 1 Din a copy of "Bolls and I'omegran- ' at," sent n request to Tait's Maga- ' 7JJ ror permission to review it. The , i edor answered that "unfortunately ho ! j coil not Insert ft review of 'Bells and 1 < Pfligrn nates,' its it hud been reviewed ltwe hist number." Mr. Browning hiyhe curiosity to see this "review" ' ntafound the following: "'Bells and * P?gra nates,' by Itobert Browning: Evened t'p. *%blnk," ho said, "tliat I nm now | JumLiout even with tlie world." ( " n with the world?" ( I figure that I have now reach- H ed lolnt wliere I owe Just about as mnAeoplo as I don't owe."?Chicago I roS 'j '^1 w,Bli &'**0 b?1*' ln j nssoClate only with those 1 whoJBeetlmable.?Bray ere. i 1 M - " ^ 1 JA V T . A Modern Antique. A story which Mr. Davenport told of Plstrucci lias its point for collectors. Plstrucci was an Italian nnd chief en* graver at the mint, it Is, by the way, to him that England is indebted for the fine group of St George nnd the dragon the reverse of the sovereign. He I Insisted that modern work In cameo I could be quite us tiuc as ancient work. "potboiler" head of Florn which he 1 engraved and sold to n dealer for ?5 : was afterward sold as an antique to Richard Payne {tnight for ?500. Knight took the cameo in triumph to Plstrucci. "Where can you get modern work like that?" he asked. Plstrucci miled and claimed the antique for his own. Knight would not believe him. "Examine the roses," said the artist, "and you will see that they are modern flowers." The point was admitted by others, but never by Knight, who bequeathed the gem and the rest of his collection to the nation. Mr. Davenport said that but for the roses an export would undoubtedly pronounce PIstruecl's cameo n flne nntique.?Manrhester Guardian. i Women of Muscle. In the time of Louis XV. there was an actress engaged at the Theatre Francois?Mile. Gnuthler?who could break a coin between the Angers of one hand and roll n silver plate Into the form of a cup of conical shape. No one could bear tho pressure of her band, nnd only Maurice de Saxe, one of the strongest men of his time, was nhlA f/. ........ I-.- > ' ui/iv iu uci tivacu 11 u nil, In the same century there lived in England a woman. Miss Bettie Thompson, who could break chains with her baud. Miss Kerra, n young mulatto woman, who appeared in most of the capitals in Europe, was, we believe, the first to perform the feat, while banging with the bend of her knees in a trapeze, of holding a man nt ids belt with her teeth and turning him rapidly round with her hands. BAD COMPANY! j Not a Home In Union Where This Visitor Is Welcome. The most unwelcome visitor in Union is an itching skin disease. Itching piles, irritating Eczema are bad company. We are glad to get rid of them. Dean's Ointment will drive them away. Plenty of Union endorsement to prove this. J. M./Mardis, retired farmer, a veteran of the Civil War, residing at 22 Librand Street, says: '"I have used Doan's Ointment with very satisfactory results. For a long time I suffered from itching piles. I lost my leg in the war. but I suffered mdrc from the intolerable itcning than I&rer did with the leg, and there seeii$% to he no relief night or day. It was ri^ponsi&nt torture and the i mqroi ncraU>W?d t.hy mora it tictietf. 1 huvcruune everything to try and relieve it, but to no purpose until I read about Doan's Kidney Pills and Doan's Ointrtient and prcured a box of the latter at uoimes rnarmacy. The salvo stopped the itching on tlie first application, and I can now say entirely cured it. You are welcome to use my name as an endorser of the claims made for this remedy." For sale by all dealers. Price 50c per box. Foeter-Milhnrn Co.. Buffalo, N. Y., sole agents for the United States, lteineinber the name?DOAN'S?and take no other. Summons for Relief. (Complaint served.) State of South Carolina 1 Court of ComCounty of Union. f mon Pleas. John S. Kendrick, O. S. Kcndrick. Mury L. Burgess, and Elma A. Mabry, Plaintiffs, against Robert D. Burgess, Malcolm A. Kendrick, Wallace T. Fowler, Addie II. Milner, Ola B. Ard, Eula A. Fowler, Ambie E. Fowler and Bessie L. Fowler, Defendants. To the Defendants, above named: You are hereby summoned and required to answer the complaint in this action, of which a copy is herewith Served linen vnn il>?? *???1 . ?x ul which said complaint and summons were duly Hied in the office of Ihe Clerk of Court of Common Pleas for Union county, South Carolina, at Union court house, S. O., on the fifth day of July A. I). 1004, and to serve a copy of your answer to said Complaint on the subscribers, at their offices at Union, South Carolina, within twenty days after the service hereof, exclusive of the day of such service; and if you fall to answer the complaint within the time aforesaid, the plaintiffs in this section will apply to the court for the relief demanded in the complaint. Dated at Union, 8. C., Julv 6, 11)04. Carrel H. h ost r.it, Hyorick & Haw \ eh, Plaintiffs' Attorneys. J. Fuank Pkakk, Clerk of Court, (seal). To the Defendants: Wallace T. Fowler, Addie 11. Milner, Ola B. Ard, Eula A. Fowler. Ambie E. F'owler, and Bes--.iie L. Fowler. Take notice; that the Complaint'.in , this action, together with the summons^ j >f w h T c h the foregoing is a ' jopy, was duly filed in the office of the ' ' 1 ^ * /i- *- - " .,ivi~ ui wourt 01 uominon Pleas for Union county, South Carolina, at Union court houae, 8. O., on the 5<h day >f July A. D. 1904. Cakuki. II. Foster, ltYblUCK & Sawyer. Union, 8. C. PlaintilTa'Attorney*. | Inly 6, 1904. | Final Discharge. Notice is hereby given that Johu II Ipears, GAardian of the Es'ate of Mntie K. Wood, Minor, has applied to IflAon M, liter, .fudge of Probate, in and for the 'ounty of Union, for a final discharge im aucb Guardian. It is Ordered, That the 11th d-?y of Vugutt, A. D. 1991, be fixed for hearing if petition, and a dual netilemont of said Publish!d in Union Times, July 16, 904. Jason M. Gkrkii, 9- It 1'rohaUi Judge Union Co., 8. C. ???p?1??mmmmmmm2Sjp I COUNTY CANDIDATES. ^ CONGRESS. We are. authorized to liiliflBflCe Hod. Joseph T. Johnson as a candidate for re-electioeto Congress from the 4th Congressional diatriot. HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES. I respectful1*-announce myself for re-election to llous%0f Representatives. A. C. Lylbs. I hereby announce myself a candidate for re-election to the House of Representatives. H. C Little. I hereby announce myself a candidate for the Honse of Representatives. Ben F. Townsend. I hereby announop myself a candidate for the Honse of Bepresenta- . tives. L. J. Browning. FOB SHERIFF. 1 hereby announce myself a candidate for re-election as Sheriff of Union county subject to the decision of the Democratic primary. J. W. Sanders. I I hereby announce myself a candidate for Sheriff of Union county, subject to the decision of the Democratic voters at the ensuing primary election. J. G. Long. I hereby announce myself a candidate for Sheriff of Union county, subject to the decision of the Democratic primary election. J. Kemp Thomas. CLERK OF COURT. I hereby announce myself a candidate for re-election as Clerk of Court for Union Couuty, subject to the decifion of the Democratic primary election. - ir FnAinf-^^AKic^ FOR COUNTY SUPT. EDUC ATIONJ\*^ju I am a candidate for re-election the office of County Superintendent of Education for Union county. D. B. Fant. FOR AUDITOR.** I hereby announce myself c candidate for Auditor of Union county, subject to the decision of the Democratic Drimarv. Levi W. Smith. 1 hereby announce myself a candidate for re-election to the office of Auditor of Union County, subject to the decisiou of the Demooiatic primary election. John G. Farr. I hereby announce myself a candidate for Auditor of Union county, and pledge myself to abide by the result of the primary election. J. D. Errs. 1 hereby announce myself a candidate for Auditor for Union County subject to t he decision of the Democratic primary election. J. B. Lancaster. I hereby announce myself a candidate for Auditor, subject to the decision of the Democratic primary election. J. P. ^ FOB.TREASURER, I hereby announce myself a candidate for re-election to the office of County Treasurer, subject to the decision of the Democratic primary election. James H. Bartles, I most respectfully announce myself a a candidate for the office of Treasurer of Union Connty, and pledge myselp to abide the Democratic primary. E. W. Jeter. FOR COUNTY COMMISSIONER. I hereby announce myself a candidate for re-election to the office of County Commissioner, subject to the decision of the Democratic primary election. I. M. Moijley. I hereby announce myself a candidate for County Commissioner, and will uhlrla ho tho 1 * - * *L ..... ^w.vav VUV iOOUIb UK bne 170 mocratic primary election. A. Grifin Bentley. I hereby announce myself a candidate for re-election for County Commissioner, subject to ttie decision of the Democratic primary election. W. Fowl.br Bobo. I hereby announce myself a candidate for County Commissioner, subject to the decision of the Democratic primary election. Sanfoiio Wilburn. FOR COUNTY SUPERVISOR. I hereby announce myself a candidate for re-election to the office of Count v (supervisor of Union County, subject to the decision of the Democratic primaiy election. T. J. Bktbnbauoii 1 hereby announce myself a candidate for (bounty supervisor subject to the decision of the Democratic primary election. Bkn O. Grkoory. I hereby announce myself a candidate for County Supervisor, subject to the de cisiou of the Democratic primary election ? Godfrry BJ&)WLER. ^ fou coron Sr. v. I hereby announce nvyftdf a gwiJolffSTe for Coroner, subject UMne decision of the Democratic ptimary election* 0 F. Gregory. 1 'hereby announce myself a candidate for Ooroner, subjeot to the decision of the Demooratlo Drlmarr lection. J. D. Hancock. " FOR MAGISTRATE. I hereby Announce myself a cund** date for Magiatrate of Union Township, snbect to the deoislon of the * Democratic primay. 3 E. D. Humphriks. Barbeoue. We will furnish a first clans barbeoue at Kelfon on the day of first Democratic * primary election. Wm. I. Going, Job Spboubf. * '