The Union times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1894-1918, December 09, 1904, Image 8
"Well, Dolly, ;here I am again." "Yes, Santa
Claus, and I've come to talk to you again and tell
you where you can get just everything you want for
all of the Girls and Boys and old folks.
I HE WUINDCK STOKE!
This is the only place in Union where you can find a full
assortment of everything for Xinas?in fact here you can find
everything to lill up a house with, from a Pin to a Piano, including
Furniture of every kind, Hugs, Shades, Lace Curtains,
Blankets, Quilts, Trunks, Suits, Stove, Guns, Clocks, Crockery,
China, Tin, Wooden-ware, Cutlery, Silver and Gold plated
goods, Sewing Machines, Pianos, Organs, all Stringed Instruments,
and just everything you want, with prices reasonable,
some thing* cheaper than ever, especially on his Bargain counters
for lc, 5c, 10c, 15c and 25c. Many things on these counters
at less than half the price you pay elsewhere. The people
tell Mr. Rice, the "Wonder Man," that his store has the right
name, and it sure is so. Oh! the
DOLLS! DOLLS!! DOLLS!!!
of all kinds?Kid body, sleeping, Mamma and Papa, Cloth,
Bisque, China, Washable, and all kinds. See the great big
show dolls, and the silk dressed dolls, from lc up.
TOYS! TOYS!! TOYS!!!
Trains that run, and Trains that stand, Bears, Dogs, Donkeys,
Cows, Horses, Goats, Elephants, Sheep, Monkeys, Magic J /in
terns, Engines, Doll Furniture, and everything. This is the
place to go for all your presents."
YOUR LITTLE DOLLY.
The Difference.
Humor and Philosophy
13ut going down, 1 rather guess.
By DUNCAN M. SMITH You
shoot
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Copyright, 1904. by Duncan SI. Smith. chutes.
INDOLENT PHILOSOPHY. ? T ~~~
Her First Batch.
X dislike to roam and ramble 'Ho asked for bread, and she gave
Through the weeds and reeds and grass, him a stone."
Through the liaxol brush and bramble, "Poor Weary! I suppose that was
11 a r ?T mil t hi g'. nuI,sVrmsl'fuImylSS' the f"'st inliu,,,,i.,,)n he Uad tl,at tho
Joy from this sonic folks derive? lady was a bride.
Still, the hce that gets the honey
Doesn't drone around tho hive. .
Ignorance.
Much I love to watch sweet Nancy "I know no north nor south nor
Wh/.n ,1...
o..<-o .... .... m.i..a tumi. | west!" shouted the orator.
ShICd8on-tCrea.J."'forl-amosTnd" sport, I '^oor ma,,!" exclaimed the sympaAnd
for mo h<-r looks are sunny > thelio old lady. "Ilis early education
Only when I sweat ami strive. I was sadly neglected."
Well, the bee that Rets the honoy j *
Doesn't hang around the hive. i
PERT PARAGRAPHS.
Hazel nuts and tennis maiden, I
Both are sweet and templing too. .
Nancy, fair and mischief laden, *f would he easier to tolerate tlifl
Wlli Insist that I must ?lo man who knows it all if lie did.
Deeds absurd. It's really funny
What odil things she does contrive. . , . ...
Well the bee that gets the honey 11,0 eloquent and wordy critic
Mustn't hang around the hive. on earth cannot argue down gate receipts.
Now, I rather think that hanging
Hound the hive Is just my forte.
Better far it suits than banging A real bright man ulT"p
and down a tennis court. ways knows when a wowho
thinks the thing: is fenny mini's no means no.
Break his neck and blindly strive, | / "
Woo the maiden, inch the honey; i **/_/?...
I will hang around the hive. j fO|[>r!ii[j?AP Love at first sight may
' \5r~~?~ really he called a species
Juvenile Wisdom, ?f st,t'oml 8l8ht
n Would you naturally
I I u (A J infer that horse sense
I i| Iwjw \yr {j ^ tvr-w" t,ran,l than common
f ^ JJ ~ VfriNk Any one watching a small boy locate
? w/ HTji fjll' iW Milj&t ft ^ar Jani wi" f0"10 t? concluI
/ZV^lfi 8'on lower animals are not the
\ ' ' <$$/ {W^ onlj' ones that have instinct.
~ The wise man will not push a good
tiling along. He will chain it down.
Johnny?What does this mean where
ft says the enemy shelled the woods? To stale an old truth over only a
Willie?Maybe It was a hickory nut little more emphatic, no man is a hero
grove. i in the eyes of his typewriter.
Job Near Home. , A kJ|(j actOI. n,ay ho ., ^ood man, but
"I wish I were the fool killer for y0(1 (j0?t soe how!
about au hour."
"Not contemplating suicide, I hope." lt ig ? KU0(I <1(,al harder to find mon
> j mull u? iiiiii tut" owner <>i n.
Then He Likes It.
A trnmp won't shirk; he Is sure to work The man behind the slot machine
When he strikes iin easy mark. thinks that pennies are just as good
Th#nJ:irrkS him r,Kht WHh aU h,S anv other kind of money,
might,
And ho earns a Jolly lark. , , ,
A landscape painter should never
Don't Co Together. lliS ,ry '? ""int "'U
"Ger husband Is an honest man."
"Poor girl! I thought she married a u jg ,)Cn?lse the JnpanP8e ure flr9t
fellow with money. jn W!ir (],,,(_ ulo Russians may he
obliged to he tb'st in peace.
He Understands Them. _
"He has a keen sense of humor." The chilliest, map in the world warms
"He must have, judging from the op to his mother-in-law as Thanksgivway
be laughs at his own jokes." tug approaches. .
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TKe Yellow
Holly
By FERGUS HUME.
Author of "The Mystery of n
Hansom Cab," Etc.
Copyright, 1903. hy O. n*. Dillingham
Company
(Continued from 6th puge.)
?.?
I
carry out tuy plans so as to leuru who
killed Mrs. Jersey."
"Then you arc looking after the
case'.'"
"On behalf of Lord Derriuglou. Ho
has an Idea that the assassin became
possessed of a confession which Mrs.
Jersey left behind her"?
"Ilow do you know she left it V
"Because I knew Mrs. Jersey very
well, and, as 1 told you long since, I
was once a boarder here. One day |
she let slip that she had some one in .
her power, and would leave the evidence
of that power behind her so
that her niece might benefit. 1 told |
this to Lord Iterrington. lie insisted !
that I should try to discover the as- j
sassin s>> as to get that confession,
which compromises him, back again.
To spur me on lie has promised ine a
reward of a thousand pounds should 1
obtain the confession and the conviction
of the assassin. As I want money
to marry Lola, I am doing my best. I
came to live hero for that purpose.
Lord Hcrrington talking of my visit to
the house on the night of the crime
would have jeopardized my plans,
therefore I was obliged?as you say to
threaten him so as to make him
keep silent. So far, do you blame me,
Mr. BrendouV"
"No," replied (leorge, after some
tlir.ii..Ill- ill.. .....i n.?
iMvuf,t?iv vim j UOIIUV9 uif im'iinn.
But you mignt have adopted less rascally
means."
"I have not adopted any. I have not
asked Lord Derriugton for money, so
I am not a blackmailer; nor do 1 intend
to claim from him anything but
what is justly mine."
"And what is justly yours, if you
pleaseV"
"The reward of ?1.000 for the discovery
of the assassin."
"Oh! Have you learned who killed
her?"
"Not yet, but 1 may learu. At present
I confess I am in fault."
George pondered a little. So far
Bawdsey spoke frankly enough, but he
could not help mistrusting liini. However,
since the man was in the telling
vein, he thought it best to betray no
doubts lest Bawdsey should turn
rusty. "Well, the discovery is in your
bands," be said, "and I sincerely trust
you will gain that thousand pounds.
I am as unwilling as my grandfather
that Mrs. Jersey's connection ytitlL_tbiS^
unfortunate business should become
mill)!'* I n in I?.
. Iiiu I m H,1 IVIIflUWU licit
the person who took that confession
stabbed the unfortunate woman."
"Do you think so?" asked Bawdsey,
stealing a glance at the newspaper.
George nodded. "Tin? confession
was written. 1 learned that much from
Margery. Mrs. Jersey told Iter it was
n story. Well, as the confession was
not found among Mrs. Jersey's papers
when she died, it must have been
taken by some one. ltnt 1 can't think
what interest such a tiling can have
had for any one unless"?
"l" 11 less what. Mr. Brendon?"
"1'nloss it contained the name of the
person who assassinated my father."
"IIow could Mrs. Jersey know that?"
"She was at San Itemo when my father
was killed; she loved him and she
used to follow him. How 1 learned
these things, Bawdsey, does not matter.
But it is just possible that Mrs.
Jersey?or Eliza Stokes as she was
then?might have some knowledge of
who committed the crime. If that was
set down in her confession (as is highly
probable), I can quite understand
that the original assassin killed her to
gain a dangerous document such as it
undoubtedly was."
"Then you think that the assassin of
your father was also the assassin of
Mrs. Jersev?"
"I fancy so. as I can explain the disappearance
of the confession in no
other way. And if I remember rightly,
ltawdsey. it wa:? yon who said that
tin* San IU'tno crime was connected
with the one committed in this house."
"I did say so," replied Bnwdsey
thoughtfully, lie pondered for a few
minutes and then looked up briskly.
"Well. Mr. Brandon, that point cannot
be settled without proof, and there Is
no use our wasting time in indulging
In vain spcciiiniions. I.et me tell you
about the night I went to see Mrs.
Jersey."
"<!o on," said itretulon, crossing his
legs. am till attention."
"I knew before your grandfather
came to see me that you were about
to pass tho night hero. Lola told ine."
"Yes, 1 was foolish enough to tell
her; though, to he sure, I li.nl no great
reason to corn eal my visit to Train. 1
never knew that a murder would take
place. fc?o Lola told youV
' Hawdsey nodded. "She did. But 1
I never intended to bother about the
matter, as 1 did not think there was
anything in your visit. But Lord laerrluglon
came and put a different complexion
on the affair. It was his belief
that you intended to force Mrs.
Jersey into confessing."
"I cuiue to appeal to her," said Breudou
dryly. "There was no thought of
forcing in my mind."
"Lord Derrington judged you by
himself and thought there might be.
I rather agreed with liiui. Then,
knowing his temper, 1 fancied if he
went to see Mrs. .Jersey there would
be a row and a scandal, and I did not
want that to happen. I was making
u very, gopd tUiug qut of Lortk-J^or
uijuw : 1 ueueve ji is i.oiu, though no
iniino is mentioned."
[to be continued.] j
lUHIrt In tlie Snow.
Many groat battles have been fought
In the snow, Ellnu and Ilohenlinden
being familiar examples. Austerlitz
was fought in intensely cold weather,
and the Itussinn losses were Increased
by Napoleon turning the fire of his
artillery on the frozen lakes over
which the Russians sought to retreat
In our civil war Fort Donelson was
captured in Februnry, Fredericksburg
was fought in December, Htonc River
Dec. SI, 1802, Jan. 2, 18G3, and Thomas
defeated and ruined Hood's army at
Nashville on tho 15th and 10th of December,
1804.
?1 ?
rington," v!<ly, I
"anil if a scai '^S^SSiBCEAf n,y
occulta! ion woi J*. 1
therefore detern and
to go myself." M/B
"lint why in I that?*
"I thought tl night
not admit me. 1 d'-IJ1<J ^'hould
order mo out of Use i?~.. I I could
gain time by being mistaken for Lord
Dor rington. 1 drugged the old gentleman,
and then, taking bis coat and the
latchkey, 1 went to see Mrs. Jersey."
"At what time were you there?"
"Some time before Hi. I cannot say
for certain. Well, Mr. Brendon, 1 let
myself in with the latchkey, and 1 i
found the house by the red light over
the door. In former years it had been
my custom to guide myself in that
way. I tjlil Lola so."
"Why did you tell her that?"
"Oh, she knew that you were going
late to the house and made a fuss
about the chance of your being lost in J
the fog. I said that probably Train
would tell you of the red light and
that you could guide yourself by that." |
"Humph! I.oln was always uuncccs- '
sarily kind," said tleorge. "Well?"
"Well, I closed the door softly and
went into the sitting room."
"You knew where that was?"
"Of course. Don't I tell you 1 once
lived iu this house? 1 entered the sitting
room. The lamp was burning, ]
and Mrs. Jersey was seated at the table."
Buwdsey shuddered. "There is ,
no need to tell you more. I left the |
room at once, for the sight liorritied |
me."
"Why did you pause in the ball?"
"1 thought I heard a footstep on the
staif's, and the shock gave me one of
my tits?the fear of open spaces, you
know. How did you come to learn !
that 1 paused in the ball?"
"Because I had come down the stairs
to see who was with Mrs. Jersey."
"Ah! Then it must have been your i
footstep 1 heard," said the detective.
"Well, I soon recovered and left the
bouse."
"What about the stiletto?"
I "It was lying on the lloor near the
table. I saw it glittering in tlie lamplight.
As there was blood on it and I
saw the wound I knew that Mrs. Jersey
had been killed by it. I slipped it
into my pocket with a vague idea that
thereby I might trace the assassin."
"Did you leave it purposely in the
eoatV"
"No," said Hawdsey frankly. "I did
not. I was so moved and?as a woman
would say?llustered by the death
that 1 forgot all about it. Lord Derringlon
woke tip and went home. I
said nothing about the murder to him
at the time. I had not the nerve. It
was only after he departed that 1 remembered
the stiletto. I thought he
might make a row and aeeuso me of
the crime. So that is all I can tell you, :
"/ never meant you to see that!" I
Mr. Brendon, and you will soo llint 1
am not such a bad man as you try to
make out."
"Oli, you have spoken clearly j
enough," said George. Then, after a
pause: "Yes, I think you are honest, so ;
fur as i can judge. 1 trust you."
Bawdsey looked delighted. "Will
you have a glass of wine with me to
show that''" lie asked, rising.
"On the A rah principle of hrcad and
saltV" said Brendon. "Certainly."
Bawdsey nodded in a pleased manner
and went to his sideboard at the
end of the room, George mechanically
took up the newspaper. His eyes were
caught by a cross heading. "Strange j
Afl'air In an Kssex Church," and by
the words "destruction of the registers."
Just as he was about to glance
over the article, never thinking what
it meant to him. Bawdsey returned
with the wine and two glasses, lie
uttered an exclamation of dismay
when he saw the paper in George's
hand.
"Hang it, I never meant you to sec
that!" he said.
"Why not?" replied George. "Is it
this newS about a lady trying to tear
the registers?" lie started and looked
at Bawdsey, who was uneasy and
pale. "It's Cola!" said George.
"No, and yet?why should you not
rAPRIL^^J
% SHOWERS I
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The raindrops pattered down an
merrily and musically as if an unexpected
shower were a most delightful
thing. They washed the brick pave
meat to a fresh red, making tiny rivu
lets of the glitters.
But Phyllis Dairyuiple was not occupied
with admiration of the raindrops'
pranks. It was provoking! Ten
minutes before there had not been 11
suspicion of rain. And here she was
cooped up on the tiny piazza of an
apartment house, without the remotest
hope of rescue till the rain should
please to cease. How empty the street
seemed too!
A lone pedestrian! Enviable creature,
with rain coat and umbrella
sauntering along as if being out in the
rain were the pleasantest thing in.ag
inable, and now?what an odd youuf,
man he was?stopping right in from
of her to watch the tiny river swirl am
divide upon an obstructing brick!
"I beg your pardon, sir, but couh
you possibly let me"? ller voice fal
tered.
Herbert Ward heeled about and be
held, perched on the top step under tin
narrow shelter, a most alluring pietun
of distress.
"Can I be of assistance?" he began
drawing nearer, hat in hand. '"Y01
were speaking to me?"
The vision stiffened from its appeal
ing attitude.
"You must be mistaken, sir. 1 d<
not recall having met .you." Then
hastily, at his look of Injured surprise
"Oil, yes, yes. Forgive me. I dk
speak to you. Oh, please don't g<
away and leave me now!"
The bewilderment 011 Ward's fac<
was so very frank that the girl brok<
1UILF il I ipfllt; \ji mi|g?lv|<
"Really, I must ask you to forgivi
me again. I do not mean to l>o rude
But It was funny to see you looking
as overcome as I felt. There! Tha
smile makes me sure you are gooi
Matured, and if j'ou'll come up out ol
the rain I'll try to tell you."
Ward accepted with alacrity.
"You see I was caught by the show
cr -Ward nodded, with a coinprc
hensive glance at the dainty toilet"nnd
I simply must go on, because 1
promised to take this lace pattern t<
ohl Mrs. \\ nlker, and I always keei
my word. And I couldn't wait verj
long either, because I've an engage
ment at ,1. And there's 110 car, no cab
no anything?and you just looked Uk<
salvation?and I was sure you hadn't
anything to do, because you werer*
hurrying at all, you know"?
"Not a thing except your bidding un
til 3," assented Ward. "I, too, have ai
appointment."
"Then you could just as well as not
you know, walk along? I don't believ<
I ever asked any one before," she con
fessed, with a charming blush, in apol
ogy for her embarrassment.
"Couldn't have done so well wltl
years of experience," declared Ward
looking interested. "My worthy urn
brella and humble self are yours mos
devotedly. And as It seems already t<
be raining quite a little less viciouslj
perhaps you'd like to start." he sue
gested.
"iou are very kind," replied Phyllii
demurely, gathering up her rallies pre
pnratory to setting out.
As a matter of fact, it was not rain
g ?>?ch now, but the big umbrelh
and Its stalwart owner were excellen
company in the deserted street
f."1 bel,eve 1 like ""eonven
tlonality," said Phyllis, picking hei
way as a dainty woman will, "it'i
so?well, different from everyday."
"I am convinced that I like uneon
WnJd if tl,,S 1S IesI)olu,ei
Phyllis looked reproachful.
1 ns what I thought about 1
I'eforo J first spoke," she said hurried
13'. "Of course we don't know end
other at nil"?
"Worse luck!" said a voice at he
Bide.
?"but I need to bo rescued, and he'i
apparently nothing better to do thai
rescue me. lie looks trustworthy, am
after he takes me to Mrs. Walker's
where I can send for the carriage, w<
snail never see each other again"?
Never see each other again! Oh
say, after I do my best"and
as I am perfectly sure"?wltl
no hesitation to show that she beard ?
word of the protest?"from bis appear
nnce that lie would not dream of tak
ng ndvantage of my confidence I thlnl
" ? y"n?tlle rIsk of appealing to hii
generosity."
J boy walked for a minute silently
Then she stole a glance at bis cleai
lit face, flushed with mortification
and relented.
iou are doing mo such a favor"more
genlally-"th?t I don't mind tell
Jii" 1 wns hon,ibly frightene.
after I spoke and truly believe I shouh
have run away the minute you turne.
lMt hadn t been for the rain."
"Thank heaven for rain!" be mui
mured so fervently that they botl
smiled and caught each other In th
"But I really think it's not ralnln,
ln^ leff?H\ 8h? "T1,ere's "oth
trees " th? K1)riuk,? from tin
# wou,d roln your frock In n<
time. And he gave the exquisite!'
gowned little figure another openly np
proving glance.
courS??" responded Phylllg
unon ?perm,t myself to presnmi
uponyour kindness when I don't real
? yop, ftad, th? sun i
: ^ *
" an invalid niece she made the best of
1 her lime and has only twenty-four
hours to regret?hours during which
she was lost in deep woods Into which
1 she had ventured to search for a de"
sired medicinal plant.
1 Her absence much alarmed her niece,
and when the search party at last returned
with Miss Jelly, whom they
had found hungry, but safe, the niece
* fell on her aunt's neck. .
1 "Oh, Aunt Phoebe," she sobbed, ^
' "weren't you frightened to death out
* in those dreadful woods all night?"
3 "Frightened!" said Miss Jelly, with
fine sconi. "No, I wasn't. I reckoned
1 there wouldn't lie any critters but
what I could get away from if it came
1 to that, for I can climb with the best,
1 and I'd chosen my tree. But It did
" make mo mad to think of the chance I
* had to study out that knitting pattern
1 Miss Brown's cousin sent her, and
* there I was with not a single knitting
needle or a mite o* yarn!"?Youth's
* Companion.
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Too Rich For the Blood.
A tall, rawlioned, country looking..^
" fellow wandered Into a Seattle restaurant
recently and diffidently took a
J seat, removing his hat and <mrefully
1 putting it under the table. A waiter
^ brought htm u bill of fare and waited
for some time, but, becoming tired, left
'* the fellow carefully studying the Hat
h in front of him. Every time the walt6
er enme near him he was still buried
in a perusal of the bill of fare, and at
% ii-iiKiu, hi me ena 01 nenriy nair an
i- hour, arose to depart. "What Is the
? matter, sir?" anxiously queried the
waiter, thinking that the patron had
o been offended. "Too steep fer me,
7 young feller. I can't pay $28.45 fer
' one meal. It's too rich fer my blood."
On the table at which the man had
i, been seated was found a small piece
e of paper covered with figures. He bad
I- added together the prices of everything
on the bill of fare.
*
trying its best to shine'this very m...
ute." %
"May failure attend its efforts?that
is?I mean?you know how very uncertain
such weather is, and if I allowed
you to be caught again I'd never
forgive myself."
"Ob, you wouldn't think of It again,
of course," she laughed coyly. "But
I should he desolated if t caused you
to miss your appointment It's quite
a little nearer 3 than It was, you
1 know."
"Hang the appointment! Oh, I say,
I I beg your pardon, you know. But
really I'm having such a good time I'd
. forgotten, and it's a bore anyway."
"The appointment?"
"Yes, a beastly duty, you see. You
wouldn't mind my unburdening myself?
I'm Just in town for a few
' weeks on business, and an old school gg*
1 chum made me promise I'd look up his C*J
' sister?gave me a letter and all that *
i which I'm to present this afternoon. 1
t know her sort too well?the frothy,
I gushy kind. Old Bob's the right stuff,
I but these girls?Lord, I'd no end rather
bo excused. If it hud only been
sonic one like you, now"?
"Oh, you really mustn't say it," came
' a queer, mutiled voice.
Ward looked down to see a very pink
face, a pair of unaccountably roguish
' eyes and a tempting mouth that twltchL
ed at the corners.
1 "Why mustn't 1 say it?" lie persisted.
"Hang conventionality! There I go
1 again-but bang It anyway! Here I am
having the best time of my life, and
Just because we happen not to have
met formally 1 can't say what I think.
" And, worse still, I've got to go presently
and run my head straight into a
noose. Probably find ail 'at home,' and
' the house full of others just like her. V
1 I'd not rebel at all If you were to 'take *
care' of me?that is, If you were will"
ing. Can't we he introduced or something,
whatever would be necessary to
> make it proper?" - - - ..
The pretty face had burned pinker
and pinker.
1 "Don't you think you're a bit hard
} on a girl you've never seen?" suggested
the same mufiled voice.
1 "Don't have to see her. What's more,
? don't want to. I know the sort, I tell
you. Hut Bob"?
"Hob who? I might know his sister."
"Hob Dairyinple. Grand old chap
f too."
' "I knew it!" triumphantly. "I mean
J ?yes, I have heard of him. And here
we are at Mrs. Walker's. You can't
think how grateful I aiu for the sliaro
in your umbrella?and your very refreshing
frankness. Goodby."
"Oil, I say! You're going to let me
" find you again, aren't you? To lose you
at once for a mere form when I've
waited all these years."
j The genuine distress on his face was
too much for Phyllis' composure, and
the repressed luuglitcr came in a gale
of merriment.
} "I won't detain you longer," she said,
jy':?ging the gate with her toe. "I have
; *ir engagement at 3?something of a
nuisance too. I shall have to entertain
a friend of my brother's, and I under1
stand he's rather a stick?not half so
charming us you have been, I'm sure."
' Then the gate slammed against her *
5 hand, and a shower of white cards
sprinkled the walk. Ward beut to pick
up her purse and from every white
square was confronted by the words,
1 "Miss Phyllis Dnlrymple." . J
' "Miss Dnlrymple," lie stammered in
" an agony of humiliation. "I?I?how J
1 could you let me?I"? />
' But Phyllis was tripping up the /
' walk. As she reached the step she
turned and smiled. Just then the sun
burst from behind a cloud, transformi
ing the world into a sparkle of dla- /
mond drops. f ,,
"Miss Dnlrymple will be at home,
alone, at 3," she said. "It is possible
J that she would listen to a?well, let iy M
' say an explanation." ( Jj
A Few Momenta of Leisure. JK
r Thrift and industry have been the | J '
5 guiding stars of Miss Jelly's life. Durlnsr
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