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"But why Tins she kept silent n
these years?"
Brendon shrugged lils shoulder
"She has had no Inducement to spea
>OUt," he said. "That Is why I wish yo
to lend me ?300, Leonard. She will n
quire a bribe."
"And a larger one than that, Georg<
A woman like Mrs. Jersey would no
part with such a secret for so sma
a sum."
"Oh, I ?*n pay her what she demand
' - Vi whefa In possession of the estates. Bu
at present she will want to ?w> ? '?
color of my money."
i Train stared Into the Are. medltat
lmg on this queer story, which w?
quite a romance. Then he saw an ob
stacle. "George," he said, "even I
you prove that you- nre the heir, yoi
won't get any money. Lord Derrlng
ton Is still living."
"Yes, and from nil accounts he menm
to go on living, like the truculent old
tyrant he Is. But the estates are en
(Ailed and must come to me when he
dies, and of course the title Is mine,
too, when he is done with it. If Mrs,
Jersey learns these facts she will come
to terms on a promise of money when
I Inherit."
"Then you will speak to her in the
Horning?''
"Yes. She is the only person who
. can right me. But I mean to be the
husband of Dorothy Ward, and my
only chance to get round the mother is
to prove my legitimacy."
"I don't think Miss Ward cares much
for ber mother,"
"Who could?" asked Brendon cynically.
"She is a worthless little canary
bird. But I tell you, Leonard, that,
frivolous as Mrs. Ward appears to be,
she Is aAost determined woman, with
an iron will. She will moke her daughter
do as she Is bid and will sell her to
the hisbest bidder. Ad T.nrr( T1orrln?.
ton's grandson and acknowledged heir
I have a good chance. As George
Brandon"?he stored as the clock
struck 11?"as George Brendon I ain
going to bed."
Train rose to light the candles which
stood on a side table, yawning- as he
did so, lie was much Interested In
Brandon's story, but the telling of it
bad tired him, "1 shall sleep like a top
tonight"
"Well, get to bed, {/ll put out the
_ lamp." said George, ond did so.
stick in either bond. "I'll see you to
, your couch," and he preceded him Into
the bedroom.
It was a quaint apartment, with
heavy mahogany furniture aud a Turkey
carpet. Entering from the sitting
room, George saw that the bed was directly
opposite the door. "It's been
moved since my time."
"What," cried Leonard, setting down
the candles, "Is the furniture the same
jour grandfather had?"
"Yes. Mrs. Jersey bought the house
and its contents. They are old faih*
loned enough In all conscience. t's
years and years since I slept in myt ?ld
bed," 8a Id Brendon, taking off his coat.
"I should dream the dreams of childhood
now that I am back again. But
you needn't say anything of this, Leonard."
"Of course not," replied the other.
"And you need not smash your yellow
holly by leaving it in your coat all
night Put it in water!.".
"No." George stopped the too oftid6u#
Leonard. "Dorothy put it into
my coat and there it shall remain. The
berries are firm and won't fall. I'll see
to that. Hush!"
"What's the matter?" asked Train,
startle^.
For answer Brendon quickly extinguished
both candles and pointed to the
door of the sitting room, which stood
half open. "Not a word," he mur
mured to Train, grasping his wrist tc
enforce attention. "I heard a foot
step."
The two men stood in the darkness
silent and with beating hearts. A glim
mer of light came from the fire ant
struck across into the bedroom. Leon
ard listened with all his ears. He dla
tlnctly heard stealthy footsteps com
bur along the passage. The footstep
paused at the sitting room door. The;
beard this open, and scarcely dared t
breathe. Some one entered the roon
. and waited for a moment or so, ev!
dently listening. Then the door wa
opened and closed again and the fool
steps died away. Even then Brendo
stopped Leonard from lighting the eat
dies.
"Go to bed In the dark," he said sof
ly.
"Was It Mrs. Jersey?" asked Leoi
ard.
"Of course It was. She came to s<
If you were in bed."
"But why should she?"
"1 can't say. There's sometblr
queer about that old woman. Get 1
bed, Leonard. You can light your csi
die In your own room. I shall not ligl
mine."
Train was bursting with Indigo
tlon. "But It's absurd to be treati
like a couple of schoolboys," be sal
taking his candlestick.
"There's more lb it than that," as
ftrendon, pushing him to the dot
"Get to bed and make no noise. Y
can talk In the morning."
Train darted across the sitting roc
and retired. Brendon closed his do
and H
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By FERGUS HUME,
Author of "The Mystery of a
Hanson* ti'o," Etc.
>. W. Diillniham Company
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II no return of the footsteps, so he sllj
i into .bed without relighting tho cm
b.' The clock in the sitting room chl
k n quarter past 11.
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?- CHAPTER 111,
THE kitchen In the basemen
Mrs. Jersey's house urn
large stone apartment
? even on the brightest of t
not very well lighted. On this pai
s ular morning the gas was burning
t was likely to continue alight dui
e the day, as the fog wns ns thick
| ever. The servants collected round
j table were having an early cup of
; To assist the progress of digestion t
i- talked of their mistress and of
f boarders. Miss Bull in particular se
i ed to be dlsjiked.
"She's a sly cat, with that white 1
of hers," said tho cook. "Twice
I said the soup wns burnt. I never 11
I her."
"Mudame don't, either," said Jar\
? the errand boy. ruffling his short h
, "They've been quarreling awful.
shouldn't wonder If inndame gave
> notice."
i "Ah, Miss Margery will have soi
thing to say to that," chimed in i
housemaid; "she likes Miss Bull."
i " 'Cause Miss Bull makes much
1 * her and no one else does." said Jarv
"Well, for my part." said the co
"I'm always civil to Miss Bull, thou
i she Is a cat. If the mistress died, M
Margery would govern the house, t
Miss Bull governs her. I don't waul
lose no good situation through t
manners. Here's niadame's tea. Tt
It to her sitting room. She's sure
be up and waiting."
Jarvey went grumbling up the sta;
Mrs. Jersey was an early riser a
usually hud a cup of tea in her slttl
room at 7 o'clock. After this refresl
he gave audience to the cool:, looli
over her tradesmen's books and co
plained generally that the servai
nci? nui uoing men* uuty. Madm
was not at her best in the uiornh
and Jarvey went up most unwilling
When the hoy went tlie servants c<
tinued chatting and eating. It was Ji
on 7, and they were reluctantly rlsi
to begin tliulr duties when a crash w
heard and then a clatter of boo
There," cried the cook, "that bra
been and smashed the tray. Woi
BlftdQme jdXJH,. Ml -t9_ JllBjll __ Men
?"bo's mad!"
This was because Jarvey, with I
hair on end and his face perfect
white, tore into the kitchen. He roc
round and round the table, his ej
starting from Ids head. The servai
huddled together In fear, and the co
seized the toasting fork. They
agreed with her that the page was mi
Suddenly Jarvey tumbled in a lie
and began to moan, with his face
the floor, "Oh, the blood?the blooi
"What's lie saying about blood
asked the scared cook.
Jarvey leaped to his feet. "Sb
dead! She's murdered!" he slirleki
"I see her all covered with blood. C
mother?oh. I want my mother!" A
down he dropped 011 the floor viga
. kicking and screaming.
1 lift H3.V H im ? 1
and the other servants, headed by t
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viiiiiUii uujiki 1*111 ii|? i. in aiuiin ii
burst into madnme's sitting roo
which wns on the ground floor and
gr&vt distance from the front do
1 The next moment they were out aga
1 all shrieking murder and colling lout
1 for the police. The sleeping board*
took the alarm and In the lightest
attire appenred on the stairs w
"She'8 dead I She'? murdered I"
white faces. The terrible word shrl<
ig by a dozen voices through the b!
to house curdled the blood in their i
a- veins.
\xt An hour Inter the police were In
house, summoned by Miss Bull,
a- nlono of tho bonrders retained
head. As Margery, who was nei
d, command after her aunt, could n<
brought to do anything Miss Bull
Id charge. It was Miss Bull who
>r. ventured into the sitting room w
Pe madame, huddled up in a chair di
to the table, lay face downwar
im such a position as to reveal a gt
or wound in liac neck, and it was
?f Bull who sent Up s*rv]intsbftck t
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4
' kitchen, who closed the door of the
death chamber and who told Jarvey to
fetch the nearest policeman. Conse|
Qiicntly it was Miss Bull whom tho
Inspector addressed, as she seemed to
be the sole person In authority. The
little old maid from being a nonentity
i became a person of first class lmpor*
sped tance. She displayed perfect tact and
idle. ; 6elf control in dealing with the terrified
nied meu antl women, and no ono would
have given her credit for such general*
ship. But the hour had come for Miss
Bull to assert herself, and she proved
. - to bo equal to the occasion.
"Now, then," said the Inspector when
E 1 he hud posted his men and was alone
.an with Miss Bull In the drawing room,
"what do you know of this?"
' Miss Bull, her face white and drawn,
an her eyes sharper 'than ever and hnr
ng mnnner perfectly composed, shook, her^
89 head. "I know absolutely nothing,'f
0 she said in her monotonous voice!
.ea' "Last night we had our usual rtfccpi
tion, but it broke up at 10 o'?fock.!
Mndnmo dismissed the guests at tttaj
cm hour and stood in the doorway jv r
, so. I retired to my bedroom wlqjcj
n,ce mndame's niece, and after a
slio
. ? ~ "K
'patience' I went to bed."
"Does Mrs. Jersey's niece sleep with
you?"
'ey. "Margery? No, she sleeps In a.room
a l" above. It was a few minutes to 11
when she left ine. I was in bed short*
er ly after the clock struck the hour. I
am sure Margery had nothing to do
M0* with It. She was quite devoted to her
"10 aunt, and as the poor girl has no
money I don't know how she will live
uow that mndamc Is dead."
ey "The room Is not far from the front!
ok- door," mused Inspector Quex. "Could
'S*1 nny one have entered?" j ,
iss "No, I am sure of that," put in Miss '
ind Bull emphatically. "Madame always t
: to locked the front door every night her)ad
self and kept the key. It could not-h?
ik? opened In the morning until shectoqeo ":
to "Who opened It this morning?"
"I did. I knew that the key would
Irs. be In randame's pocket,"
ind "And it was?"
Ing "Yes. She must have locked the door
ie* as usual and then have gone to put
:ed the light out In her sitting room before
'Hi* going upstairs."
its "Was that before 11?"
me "i can't say. 1 did not leave ray
ug. room after 10. But Margery may have
ly. seen some ono as she went up to lier
>n- bedroom when she left me."
ist "I'll question the girl," said Quex.
ng and entered the sitting room.
It was of no great size, with one wluts.
dow, which looked out on to the square,
t's This was locked, and, even if It had not
n't been, no one could have climbed In. as
'y. Quex saw that the area was below.
every ulgut with her "own nnuno, trails
plained Miss Bull, who was watching
tly him.
od The Inspector turned suddenly to'?9
ward her. "It seems to ine that the
,ts deceased was overcautious. Was she
afraid?"
all "i think she was," admitted Miss
id. Bull. "She had a habit of looking over
nP her shoulder-and, as I have stated, was i
|J particular as to bolts and bars. But
''if she was a secretive woman and never !
? said anything to me about her fears, '
if she had any."
ea Madame was siill In the black silk 1
dress which she wore on the previous 8
night. Seated at the round center ta- *
ntl ble, she had evidently been struck froti
behind and killed before she had l
to cry out. Her arms were on ?
*? mh ?_ ? . iiffl forward.
*10 The furniture of the room wns not in ;
nt* disorder; the red tablecloth was not
ui, even ruffled. The murder had been
n0 committed without haste or noise, as
or- Quex pointed out to Miss Bull.
in, "Whosoever murdered her must have
Ny been a friend," said he.
ers doesn't seem a friendly act to kill
a defenseless woman," said Miss Bull,
looking coldly on the limp figure.
_ "You don't quite understand. What
I mean is that Mrs. Jersey knew the
^ person who killed her."
== Miss Bull shook her head. "I don't
agree with you," she observe^, and
Quex was astonished that she should
dare to contradict. "Sho was struck
from behind before she had time to
turn her head." t
"Quite so. But the assassin! must
V have entered the room, and unttse the
I deceased was deaf"?
A "Madame had particularly: sharp
W ears."
"Then that makes it all the more cer)
tain. Had anyone unexpected entered
?: she would have been en the alert; there
i; ' would havo been a struggle. Now, we
f- see that tho furniture Is not disturbed;
pC therefore we can argue from this that
Mrs. Jersey was In friendly couversa~p
tlon with the assassin. She was seated
y at the table and the assassin was at her
sp back, which shows a certain amount
of trust. In fact. Miss Bull, the person
who commlttod this murder was the
^ last person Mrs. Jersey expected to
hurt her In any way."
1 "I understand. But I don't fancy that
madame had any friends. She was a
llent woaian who kept Yery much to heriged
^
"Do you know anything of her past?'
, the "Absolutely nothing. She took this
Wh0 house some fourteen or fifteen years
her aKO, I believe. I have been hero ten
jn and was very comfortable, save that
>t be mndame and I disagreed on many
took points. She was always rude to me,
first and I don't thiuk alio was a lady." Miss
'here drcw herself up. "My father was
rawfi a general." she declared proudly.
4 )q But Que* was too busy examining
iplng the room to attend to Miss Bull's famMiss
hy history. IIo searched for the weapq
on with which the criuift had been com
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mttted, but could find none. Thcro
was no blood on the furniture, although
Home had trickled down from the
wound 011 to the tablecloth. Tho blow
must have been struck strongly nud
sorely and" with the power of a deadly
hatred. It was at this moment that
the doctor arrived, and, turning tho 1
body over to him, Qucx conducted
Miss Hull back to the drawing room, 1
where he examined ull who were In 1
the house. 1
The flrst witness examined was Mar- '
gery. and she refused to open her 1
I mouth unless she sat by Miss Bull.
1 The old maid held Margery's hand and 1
coaxed her into answering when she | 1
proved recalcitrant. Quex could not 1 *
but admire the way in which Miss Bull | c
managed the lumpish creature. I c
^VYou left the drawing room with ; '
this lady?" ho asked, indicating Miss a
Bull and speaking in a persuasive tone. '
"Yes. We played 'patience' in Miss '
Ball's .bedroom." v
"At wlmt time did you leave?" r
."About 11?Just before it." e
< "Did the clock strike the hour when
ybtt wpre in your own bedroom?" "
"No," said Margery, trying to collect ty
h?? wits, "when I was in the passage." ^
"What were you doing in the pas- P
sage? It would only take yon a few b
minutes to get to your room, would it
not ?" 01
"Yes," put in Miss Bull. "My bed- 81
room is on the second floor, and Mar- 8'
gery's is on the fourth, right above my 8'
bead. You could easily have got to n>
your room before the clock struck, Pl
ifnrnror-r "
m
"I did try to," admitted the girl, "but L<
uiy aunt kept me talking." tli
Quex sat up. "Did you speak to *?
rour aunt at that hour?"
"Yes. She met me walking up to my
oom and j?colded me for being out of
xhIjttt J[ c hour. I Bnld I had been it
irtJem?u^.8a,d. ^ 1
;he woJI foot have it. The clock ai
itruek II /nd she called me names, et
She tlm took me by the arm and sc
pip1- ? # into my room and locked to
he d? I.fes, she did," nodded Mar- dc
;ery m fictively; "she locked the in
looi'.'l f ro
"W? /id she do that?" asked Quex, lo
itariJ. J lo
"I j It know. I wasn't doing any- h<
.lilngf^(grumbled Margery, "but she of
mid she wouldn't have mo wandering ui
iliout the house at all hours of the th
light and looked mo in. I couldn't get "a
>ut this morning till Miss Hull let me of
>ut." es
"Margery usual!}' brings me my cup be
if tea," explained Miss Bull, "and as fe
ihe did not come this morning us usual er
, was anxious. When the alarm came ca
OOlh. The Key was nr _.i,s imr
:he door was locked. I released Mar- m
jery." if
"Oh, the key was in the door," mused m
Juex. "It would seem, then, that the
leceased simply turned the key and Js
eft it. Humph! 1 wonder why she se
ocked the girl In?" al
Miss Bull shrugged her thin slioul- hi
lers. "It was spite on her part," she at
laid. "Madame never cared to seo in
tfargery with me." tv
While Quex was thus examining the pc
witnesses Train and Brendon were hi
leated in the sitting room of the former it.
Ilscussina the crime Tinm.Un
Eteft'VHbiIIIUliUjnexjgected death of lit
topes of proving his legitimacy, es
'There's no chance of my marrying hi
Dorothy now," he said, with a sigh, rl
Til remain plain George Brendon to cc
the end of my days, nnd a bachelor at rc
that." ci
"It's awful!" gasped Leonard, who w
was white nnd haggard. "I never ex- bi
pected that my search for types would 11
lead me into the neighborhood of a
tragedy. Who could have killed her?"
"I can't say."
"I wonder if her death has anything a
to do with your affairs?" n
Brendon looked up suddenly and with ti
a stern, flushed face. "Train," he said tl
sharply, "whatever you do, saj' noth- b
lng about what I told you last night." h
"Yes. But what you told me might v
lead to the discovery of the assassin." b
y. "I don't care if it does." said Brendon t
angrily and rising to his feet to em- r
phasizo his determination; "you nre to I
keep my contldeuce."
"Oh, I shan't say anything. But do
you think"?
"I think nothing. But 1 nin sure that i
my affairs have nothing to do with this I
death. I came to see Mrs. Jersey, nnd <
this morning I should have had the t
truth out of her. But she is dead, and f
so all my projects go to the four winds. <
But I don't want them spoken of." I (
"You can depend upon me," said I
Leonnrd, dominate by the strong will 1
of his friend. "But who could have"?
"I toll you 1 don't know," cried
George ro-siiessly. "How you do harp
on that subject!" i
"It la the subject of the hour," re
torted Train.
"And n mod unpleasant one. Ilere
I shall have t > re '.s.iin until that polite
ofiictv qr.o-.f :-:s i: o."
"What story will you toll?"
"Any story hut the one I told you," .
fAffw.A:! RvontloB
"Well,*' c.-.Id I .eon.aid, after n pmue.
"you can rely upon inc. 1 ahull uot say
anything to get you into trouble."
Bremlon laughed. but not pleasantly. '
"My good fellow. I have done nothing
wrong. Even If uiy tale were tohi I
could not be accused of having to do
anything with this murder."
"Oh, 1 didn't mean that for one. mo- ;
.
> (Continued on 6th page.)
IF?
FRUITFUL OLD AGE.
taut Mnaltra In Their Spheres Wl
Were Past Seventy.
The tall, handsome, myriad mlnd<
Goethe wrought at his tasks till 1
was nearly eighty-three years old. I]
produced the llrst part of his mnste
piece, "Faust," at fifty-seven, the se<
ond part when eighty years old, an
wrote some of his most beautiful p<
ems at seventy-five. Six of our for<
most American poets, and all but on
In quantity as well as In quality o
verse?Bryant, Whlttler, Longfellow
Lowell, Holmes and Emerson?lived t
ages varying from seventy-five t
eighty-live and were productive to th<
last. Dr. Holmes wrote In his eighty
Qfth year that "time does not tlireatei
the old man so often with the soytln
is with the snndbag," yet he wrott
brilliant verse for special occasions nl
nost to the end.
Theodor Monunscn, the historian, a
nnn of almost insignificant stature
ind emaciated frame, manifested in
lis eighty-sixth and last year the en rgy
of a man In middle life. The Earl
tf Dundonahl, though he was always
n hot water and his whole life was
* series of quarrels?though he peroruied
some of the most daredevil
eats recorded in the history of naval
warfare, winning many brilliant victoles
against enormous odds?lived to
fglity-flve and wrote his history of the
berntlon of Peru, Chile and Brazil
nd "The Autobiography of a Seaman,"
vo most vigorous, lucid and dashing
forks, under the stress of Ihteftse
bysical pain in the last three j*enrs of
is life.
Sir Charles Jumes Napier, the hero
T Scinde, was sixty before he held nny
rent command. He fought nnd won
rent battles, governed successfully
eat provinces nnd achieved a great
inic long after that period of life had
issed when, according to an antique
ornlity not quite exploded, It be>oves
a man to lay aside the things of
ie present life nnd to prepure his soul
r the next.?Saturday Evening Post.
LOVE IN JAPAN.
Is Very Different From That
Vlilcli Warms tlie Western Heart.
aut* y?uno luen
ick other, 1 suppose,
tea the slightest shadow of evidence^
prove It. The anlrlt n' Ia?? ?- --1
-? .?? - UUM UUl
milnutc tlic nutioual life as it docs
America and the countries of Eu>pe.
Japan's poets do not sing of
ve; her story writers tell no tales of
ve that can thrill an Anglo-Saxon
>art, and her artists paint no pictures
' love that can reach the Anglo-Saxon
lderstnuding. Now, considering all
is, how can there be such a thing as
l good old summer time" in this luud
sunrise? And yet there is, and it is
peclnlly delightful in its way, too,
cause the Japanese are a nation of
asters and picnickers, of nuture lovs
and world beautlflers, and if one
u only lose sight of the fact that
ervwhero one goes the poor little
en, who stalk pompousij they
owned the earth, one may alost
enjoy oneself.
One never sees a woman caressed in
tpan, not even with a glance; one
ildom sees a baby fondled?In fact,
1 human tenderness or expression of
lniau tenderness is conspicuous by its
>sence, and I believe tbut is the one
lpassable great gulf that is fixed bereen
us and this people. And yet the
tople are happy, with a simple, sweet
ippiuess that is charming. That is
It is an atmosphere that mildly
Larms, but never thrills, the western
sart. All the nation's love is concett:
t note of the national lire tS sdtmtfWl
yamato damashl, Japan spirit, paotlsm,
and even this is beyond our
tmprehonsion, because it is empty of
nuance and unsatisfactory to us, who
mnot separate the Interests of "fair I
omen and brave men" even upon the |
attlefleld.?Eleanor Franklin In Lese's
Weekly.
Ilrninn Not Needed.
Sir Connn Doyle once told a story of
n English officer who was badly
rounded in South Africa, and the miliary
surgeon had to shave off that porlon
of his brain which protruded from
Is skull. The officer got well, and
iter on in London the surgcou asked
whether he knew that a portiou of hla
iraiu was In a glass bottle in a laboraory.
"Oh. that does not matter now,"
eplled the soldier; "I've got a pernanent
position In the -war office."
lie Knevr the Game.
Deacon Heavyweight?And so you
ire going to leave us, parson? Rev.
dr. Thnnkful?Yes. I have had a call
:o another parish, where, by the way,
lie salary is considerably larger. I am
lorry to leave my flock, but I must
>bey the call. Deacon Heavyweight
[dryly>?Waal, It may be what you call
i call, but it seems to me a good deal
more like a raise.
Wortli KerplnK.
hTTft ?nb/vd ilw. R em #/vt? a entno iw% htc
lie uaivcii mo ui ui ivi u tuiov iu uu
salary."
"Did he get It?"
"Yea. They consider him the moil
valuable man (hey have. You see. whet
he petitioned for more money he dl<!
so on the ground that he had just dla
covered that the firm could get alonj
without him."?Cleveland Leader.
Wooden HhenmkUam.
"And you aay the rheumatism's ii
your left leg, colonel?"
"It Is, sir."
"Why; that's your wooden leg!"
"I know It, sir," replied the colone
"Thut makes It all the harder."?Atlar
ta Constitution.
Good breeding is a letter of credit a
over the world.
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: No Hair?
[A
r "My hair was falling out very
fast and I was greatly'alarmed. I
j then tried Ayer's Hair Vigor and
j. my hair stopped falling at once."?
?. Mrs. G. A. McVay, Alexandria, O.
e 1
f The trouble is your hair
0 does not have life enough.
? Act promptly. Save your
hair. Feed it with Ayer's
J Hair Vigor. If the gray
j hair* arc beginning to
show, Ayer's Hair Vigor
1 will restore color every
time. si 00 a bot Ic. All 4raftlatt. n
If your druggist cannot simply you,
send us one dollar and we will eajircryou
a hottlo lie sure and tt?o tianio
of your nearest express ollice. Addicss,
J C. A YKK CO.. l.owell. Mass
SV cod's Seeds.
I vrc* CIoiE
|| Sown at the last workine
I of the Corn or Cotton Crop,
r.in lie pl-wed under the following
April or May in time to plant eorn
R or oilier ernes the same season.
& Crimson Clow r cvei.t.s winter
|| leaching of the so;l, i- final in fer^
tili/.ing value .o a > -I application
H of stable ir.eniee : . .1 v;td wouder
fully incro.a-a i'- ? ami nnnlR
itv of corn i . r cops which
U follow it. it i . i . .a1*--, splendid
winter and tp.-.'ng fcraxing, fine
early green i a < r u ,?ood hay
H crop. Kvi t. if .he crop is cut off,
the action of I'm r otsaiul stubble
I improve the land to a marked den
gree.
Write for prlc?-und special clr%
cular telling about seeding etc.
9 T.W.Wood & Soils, Seedsmen,
|S RICH MONO. VIRGINIA.
~awnt!?J#?Jtcriptnc P.tSI 0.t?lnj?, ready
and V- g.- T Til Mil iliiht- |>n-rB\.^
\ qood looking
and poor looklug
liurnesH Is the _2=word
kind of ft com- f
bliiftilon.
j Eureka
Harness Oil
J not only makes the hnrness and th? I
home U? k bolter, but mukea the '|W
leather soft ami tillable, puts It in con- |lut
jim /, a! , dltlon to lust?twice ns long
Oive^^M^mk
Your Nk-JSa
Horse a \SMW
Chance/ Igjj/
SCAIFE & HAMBLIN,
lu^LlSSBIW ...
J. CLOUQH WALLACE.
I
ATOENEY AT LAW.
Room 12 up stairs Foster Building.
S MEANS BEATY,
AITUKNtY A I - LAW.
No. 3. Law Range.
STOPAND READ
You will always find a full line of
FLOUR, SUGAR, COFFEE, MEAT,
LARD, CANNED AND BOTTLED
; GOODS, FRESH VEGETABLES
! and everytning *o be found in an
; up-to-date family Grocery ?t my
I Store. Tobaccos ami Chmh a
I specialty. Bring your laundry to
ine.
, J. T. SEXTON,
Main Strop'. Union, 8. C.
i ' ' '' ";
CONTRACTORS'"
^BUILDERS'^
MILL SUPPLIES.
1MIIIBI80H t&Rimamr ft,
ut Early Risers
Ikt tetanus tittle oWa.
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