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SYNOPSIS.
-5?APTER L?John 8tuart Webstermining
engineer, after cleaning up a for Ui\*
In ??ath Valley, Calif., boards a
UHif I?'1* .E^*t" He b?fHeads a young
trounclng?Uve ?. L? nMM,her' thoroughly
CHAPTER II.?At Denver Webster receives
a letter from Billy Oeary, his closest
friend. Oeary urges fa Ira to come to
Bobrante, Central America, to finance
and develop a mining claim. He decides
to go.
CHAPTER III. ? Dolores Ruey, the
youna woman Webster befriended, and
who nae made a deep Impression on him,
as he baa on her. Is also on the way to
Bobrante.
CHAPTER IV.?At Buenaventura, capl.
tal of Bobrante, Billy Oeary, 111 and penniless,
Is living on the charity of "Mother
Jenks," keeper of a dramshop. She receives
a cablegram from Dolores, telling
of her Coming.
CHAPTER V.?Dolores* father, Rlcardo
Ruey, president of Sobrante, had been
killed In a revolution led by Sarros, the
present executive. Dolores, a child of
eight, was smuggled out of the country
by Mother Jenks and supported by her ,
In the United States. The old woman,
ashamed of her occupation and habits of
life, fears to meet Dolores and sends
Geary to the boat to say she has gone
to the United States.
CHAPTER VI.?Webster, on his way to
6obrante, Is taken 111 on the train, and
is In a hospital at New Orleans two
weeks. Geary bungles his mission. Dolores
easily seeing through his story. She
Keets Mother Jenks as her friend and
nefactor. Geary falls desperately In
love with the girl.
(Continued from last wcc?.)
CHAPTER VII.
Webster reached New Orlcnns at j
the end of the first leg of his Journey, '
to discover that he was one day late j
to hoard the Atlanta?a bonono boat ;
of the Consolidated Fruit company's j
line plying regularly between New Or- i
leans and that company < depots at
I.lmon and San Buenaventura?which i
necessitated a wait of three days for
the steamer T.a Estrelllta of the Caribbean
Mull line, running to Caracas
and way ports.
He decided to visit the ticket ofllco
of the Caribbean Mall line Immediately
and uvoid the rush in cusp the
travel should he heavy.
The steamship office was In Canal
street. 'The clerk was waiting on two
well-dressed and palpably low-bred
sons of the tropics, to whom he had
Just displayed a passenger list which
the two were scanning crltlcnlly. ,
Their Interest In It was so obvious |
that unconsciously Webster peeped 1
over their shoulders (no difficult task '
for one of his stature) and discovered
It to be the passenger list of the
steamer La Estrelllta. They were eonversing
together In low tones and Webster.
who had spent many years of
his life following his profession In
Mexico, recognized their speech as the
bastard Spanish of the peon.
He sat down In the long wall seal
and waited until the pair, having completed
their scrutiny of the list, turned
to pass out. He glanced at them casually.
One was a tali tnin man wuu?
bloodshot eyes were Inclined to "pop"
n little ?Infallible evidence In the
Lutln-Aincrlcan that he Is drinking
more hard liquor than Is good for him.
His companion was plainly of the
aame racial stock, although Webster
suspected him of a slight admixture
f negro blood. He was short, stocky,
and aggressive looking; like his companion,
bejeweled and possessed of a
thin. ra?efully cultivated moustache
that seemed to consist of about nineteen
hairs on one side and twenty an
the other. Evidently once upon a
time, as the story books have It, he
had been shot. Webster suspected a
Mauser bullet, fired at long range. It
had entered his right cheek, Just below
the malar, ranged downward
through his mouth and out through
u fold of flabby flesh under his left
Jowl. It must have been a frightful |
wound, hut It had healed well except
at the point of entrance, where It had j
tendency to pucker considerably, |
thus drawing the innn'8 eyelid down ,
0:1 tils cheek and giving to that visual J
organ something of the appearance of j
a bulldog's.
Webster gazed after them whimsically
as he approached the counter.
"I'd hate to wake up some night
and find that honihre with the puckered
eye leaning over me. By the
way," he continued, suddenly apprehensive.
"do you get much of tjiat
paraqueet travel on your line?"
"About 80 per cent, of It Is off color,
air."
Webs'er pondered the 80-per-cent.
v probability of being berthed In the
same siaterooin with one of these
people and the prospect was as revolting
to him as would he an uninvited
negro guest nt the dining tnhle of
a southern family. He had all a
Westerner's lie trod for the breed.
"Well. I want a ticket to San Buenaventura."
he Informed the clerk, "hut
I don't !eli*1i the Idea of a tireaser In
the same stateroom with me. I wonder
if you couldn't tannage to fix me
U-.ih <1 oil ?., "
least arrange It so that In the event
of entn|)aii.v I'll draw a white man."
"I'm sorry, air, hut 1 cannot guarantee
von absolute privacy nor nnv
kind of white man. It'a pretty mixed
travel to all Central Aruerlcun porta."
"How many bertha In your firstclass
staterooms?"
"Two."
, Webster smiled brightly. He had
found a way out of the difficulty. "I'll
buy 'em both, soft," he announced.
"I cannot sell yon an entire stateroom.
sir. It's against the orders of
the company to sell two berths to
one man. The travel la pretty brisk
k' and lt'tt liArdlw f*lr tA th* nnKll(< vnn I
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iuthor of "Cappy
licks," "The Valley '
if the Giants," Etc.
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added brightly, "1 haven't engaged the
valet yet and even should I do so I
wouldn't be at all surprised If the rascal
missed the boat!"
The clerk glanced at him with a
slow smile, and pondered. "Well," he |
said presently. "If you care to buy a
ticket for your valet, I'm sure I
shouldn't worry whether or not he
catches the boat. If my records show
that the space Is sold to two meti and
the purser collects two tickets, I think
you'll be pretty safe from Intrusion."
"To the harassed truveler," sail Mr.
Webster, "a meeting with a gentleman
of your penetration Is ns refreshing
as a canteen of cool water In the desert.
Shoot!" and be produced a hundful
of gold.
"I will?provided I have one empty
cabin," and the clerk turned from the
counter to consult his record of berths
Hircuuy 8<uo ana otners reserved hut
not paid for. Presently he faced
Webster at the counter.
"The outlook Is very blue," he announced.
"However. I have one berth
"The Outlook It Very Blue."
In No. 34 reserved by a gentleman
who was to cull for It by two o'clock
to-dny." He looked at hlg watch. "It
Is now a quarter of one. If the reservation
Isn't claimed promptly at two ^
o'clock I shall cancel It and reserve |
for you both berths in that room. If
you will be good enough to leave me
your name and address I will telephone
you after that hoar. In the
meantime, you may make reservation
of the other berth In the Raine stateroom.
I feet very confident tlu*r the
reservation in No. 34 will not be called
for, Mr.?er "
"Webster?John S. Webster. You
are very kind, Indeed. I'm at the St.
Charles."
"He there at a quarter after two,
Mr. Webster, and you will hear from
me promptly on the minute," the elerk
assured hlra; whereupon Webster paid
for one berth and departed for Ills
ho?el with a teeling .that the clerk's
report would he favorable.
True to his promise, at precisely a
quarter after two. the ticket clerk
telephoned Webster at his hotel that
the berth In No. 34 had been canceled
and the entire stateroom wan now at
bis disposal.
"If you will be good enough to $1ve
me the name of your valet," he con- j
eluded, "I will fill In both names on
my passenger manifest and send the ;
tickets to your bote! by messenger fhi- |
mediately. You can then sign the tick- 1
ets?I have already signed them as *
witness?and pay the messenger." j
"Well, I haven't engaged that valet i
as yet," Webster began. f
"What's the odds? He's going to ]
miss the boat, anyhow. All I require '
la a name."
"That ought to he a simple request ;
to comply with. Let me see!"
'h read a book once, Mr. Webster,
and the vnlet In that book was called
Andrew Bowers."
"Bowers Is a fine old Kng!l?b name. (
Let us seek no further. Andrew Bow- I
ers It Is." i
"Thapk you. All you have to do '
then Is to remember to sign the name, j
Andrew Bowers, to one ticket. I>on'i. I
forget your valet's name now. and hall I
everything up," and the clerk hung up,
laughing.
Half nn hour Inter n hoy from the
Htenmshlp office arrived with the tick- 1
eta, collected for them, nml departed, I
leaving John Stunrt Webster slngu- |
lnrl.v pleased with himself and at j
pence with the entire world.
A "large" dinner at Antolne's that ;
night (Wehser had, hen rd of Antolne's .
dinners, hoth large and small and was J
resolved not to leave New Orleans un- j
til he had vlslto/1 the famous restaufant),
and a stroll through the picturesque
old French quarter and along tTie
Ipvpp n/*tt tfluv holnntl ti? mnmnr kl?
enforced stay In New Orleans delightful,
interesting, and Instructive. For
Sunduy he planned an early morning
visit to the old French market, around j
which still lingers much of the pic- I
turesque charm and colorful romance ;
of s day that Is done?that echo of ;
yesterday, as It were, which has left i
New Orleans an Individuality aa din- 1
tlnct as that which the olden, golden, j
k.?KlUu(s days have left upon Han Fran- '
bbbmh
ftduhu asleep inside, nt the curb In
front of the hotel; gave the latter his
Instructions, and climbed In. i
Opposite Jackson Square the cloy- I
Ing sweetness of palmetto, palm, and |
Tig burdened the nlr. Above The
rumble of the taxi he could hoar the
dlatnnt babel of voices In the French
market across the square, so he
haltei^the taxicah, alighted, and banded
the driver a bill.
"I want to explore this square," he
said. He had recognized It by the
heroic statue of General .Tackson peeping
through the trees. "I'll walk
through the square to the market, and
you may proceed to the market and
meet me there. Later we will return
to the hotel."
A Creole girl?starry-eyed, beautiful,
rich with the glorious coloring of
her race?passed him bound for the
cathedral across the square, as Webster
thought, for she carried a large
prayer hook on her arm. His glance
followed the girl down the walk.
Presently she halted. A young man
rose from a bench where he -evidently
had been waiting for. her, and
boiyed low, his hat clasped to his
breast, as only a Frenchman or a
Spanish grandee can bow. Webster
saw the Creole girl turn to hlui with a
little gesture of pleasure. She extended
her hand and the young man
kissed It with old-fashioned courtesy.
John Stuart Webster with revereut
and wistful eyes watched their meetli
r.
"Forty years old." he thought, "and
I haven't spoken to a dozen women i
that caused me a second thought, or ;
v ho weren't postmistresses or biscuit
slooters! Forty years old and I've !
n -ver been In love! Springtime down j
t' it little path and Indian summer In
!* "* old fool heart. Why. I ought to '
b arrested for failure to live!"
The lovers were walking slowly,
arm In arm, along the path by which
the girl had come, so with a courtesy
a id gentleness that were Innate In
h'in, Webster stepped out of sight be1
nd the stntue of Old Hickory; for
I ? did not desire, by his mere prest
ice, to Intrude a discordant note In
t*>. e perfect harmony of those two human
hearts. He knew they desired
t'at sylvan path to themselves; that
evidently they had sought their early
i ornlng tryst in the knowledge that
t .e square was likely to be deserted
ft l t lllc linnr
I
The young man was speaking as
tliey passed; his voice was ricli. pleasant.
vibrant with tbe earnestness of
what be bad to say: with a pretty
little silver mounted walking stick he
flashed at spears of grass alongside
the path; tbe girl was crying a little.
Neither of them bad seen hint, so he
entered a patii th:it led front tlietn at
right angles.
He had proceeded but a few feet
along tliis trail when, through a break
in the shrubbery ahead of hint, he caw
two men. Brief as was his glimpse of
them. Webster instantly recognized
the two Central Americans lie had
seen in the steamship ticket nflice two :
days previous.
They were not walking as walk two
men abroad at this hour for a constitutional.
Neither did they walk as
walk men churchward hound. A
slight, skulking air marked their progress,
and caused Webster to wonder
Idly what they were stalking.
lie turned Into the path down which
the two men iiad passed, not with the
slightest Idea of shadowing tlietti, but
because Ills destination lav In that
direction.
Both men had forsaken tbe graveled
path and were walking on the soft velvet
of blue giass lawn that fringed It!
"Perhaps I'd better deaden my hoof
beats 2. so," John Stuart Webster
soliloquized, and followed suit Immediately.
Fie had scarcely done so when the
men ahead of him paused abruptly.
Webster did likewise, and responding
?subconsciously, perhaps, to the remembrance
of the menace In the
glance of the man with the puckered
eye?he stepped out of sight behind a
broad oak tree. Through the trees
anil shrubbery he could still see the
lovers, who hud halted and evidently
were about to part.
Webster saw the young man glance
u-flrllv flhnill * iKon Anno-nnUt. "A*1"
" j MWWU1 9 v?av.^a^ U I V II CI J na HO"
fled there was none to spy upon them,
he drew the girl gently toward htm.
Drew the Qlrl Gently Toward Him.
She flung to him for nearly a minute,
sobbing; then he raised her face tenderly.
kissed her, pressed her from
him, and walked swiftly away without
looking hack.
It was a sweet and rather touching
little tableau; to John Stuart Webster,
Imaginative and possessed of a romantic
strctik in his nature, It wus
more than a tableau. It was a moving
picture I
"I suppose her old man objects to
the young fellow," he muttered to
himself sympathetically, "and he can't
nor me nouae.i..ey*e met
here for the fond farewell, and new!
the young fellow'* going out Weat tcr^
mitfce hit fortune, ao he can come back I
j ^ If h? yanta
, I know Wliht those two pa~raqueets are i
up to. One of them Is the father of
that girl. They've been spying on the 1
lovers, und now they're going to eor- j
ner the young fellow and shingle him ;
for his nerve."
The girl had stood for a moment, j
gazing after her compnnlon, before she
turned with her handkerchief to her
eyes, and continued on her way to the !
cathedral. WebRter heard her sob- i
hlng as she stumbled blindly by. and
he was distressed about her, for all i
the world ?loves a lover and John
Siuart Webster wus no exception to
this universal rule.
"By Oeorge, this Is pretty tough,"
he reflected. "That young fellow
treated that girl with as much gentleness
and courtesy as any gentleman
should, nnd I'm for him and against !
this Idea of corporal punishment.
Don't you worry, TUlie, my dear. I'm
going to horn into this fame myself j
lr it goes too far."
The two dusky skulkers ahead of j
him, having come to another crosspath,
turned Into It and came out on !
the main path In the rear of the young j
ma?. Webster noticed that the pulr ,
were still walking on the grass. He '
pudded gently along behind them. |
The four were now rapidly ap- !
proachlng the old French market, and j
the steadily rising babel of voices I
speaking In French, Italian, Spanish,
Creole patois and Choctaw, was sufficient
to have drowned the slight noise
of the pursuit, oven had the young
man's mind not been upon other
things, and the Interest of the two
Central Americans centered upon their
Quarry, to the exclusion of nnv thimirht
of possible Interruption.
Webster felt Instinctively that the j
two men would rush and make a con- I
eerted attack from the rear, lie |
smiled.
"I'll Just fool you two hombres a 1
whole lot," be thought, and stooping,
picked up a smnll stone. On the instant
the two men, having approached
within thirty feet of their quarry,
made n rush for him.
Their charge was swift, but though
It was, the little stone which John
Stuart Webster burled was swifter. It
struck the .voting man fairly between
the slioulderblades with a force sufficient
to bring him out of his sentimental
reverie with a Jerk, as it were,
lie whirled, saw the danger that
threatened him, and?sprang to meet
It.
"Bravo I" yelled Webster, and ran to
his aid, for he bad seen now that It
was to be knife work. Tragedy Instead
of melodrama.
The man with the puckered eye
closed in with such eagerness it was
apparent to Webster that here was I
work to his liking. The young man
raised his light cane, but Pucker-eye
did not hesitate, lie merely threw up
his left forearm to meet the expected
blow aimed at his head, lunged forward
and .slashed viciously at the
young man's abdomen. The latter
drew hack a step, doubled like a Jackknife.
an i brought his cane down
viclor.s'., across the knuckles of his
assailant s rluht hand.
"So it is thou. sou of a pig," ho
cnlV.I pleasantly lit Spanish. "1 fooled
you that lime, didn't I?" he added
In Kngllsh. "Thought I would aim
for your head, didn't you?"
The 'blow temporarily paralyzed the
assassin's hand; he'dropped the knife,
and as he stooped to recover It with
his left hand, the young man, before
retreating from I'op-eye, kicked Pucker-eye
in the face and quite upset him.
"Stop It I" shouted Webster.
Pop-eye turned hiB head at the outcry,
The man he was attacking fell
into the position of a swordsman en
garde, and thrust viciously with the
ferrule at the face of the pop-eyed man,
who, disregarding Webster's approach,
seized the cane in his left hand and |
with a quick, powerful tug actually j
drew his victim toward him a foot he
fore the latter let iro the stick.
Before he could give ground ngnln j
Pop-eye was upon htm. He grasi>ed j
the young man hy the latter's left !
nrm and held htm. while he drew hack j
for the awful dlsembowlllng stroke, j
As his long arm sped forward the hook |
of John Stuart Webster's heavy cane j
descended upon that flexed nrm In the
crook of the elbow, snugging It
cleverly.
The knife never reached Its destination
!
WEAK, NERVOUS,
All Dim nnu/u
HLL nuR-uuvvn
Missouri Lady Suffered Until She
Tried Cardui.?Says "Result j
Was Surprising."?Got Along
Fine, Became Normal
and Healthy.
Springfield Mo.?"My back was so
weak I could hardly stand up, and I
would have hearing-down patnB and
was not well at any time," says Mrs.
D. V. Williams, wife of a well-known
farmer on Route 6, this placo. "I
kept getting headaches and having to
bo 10 uea. continues Mrs. Williams;
describing the troubles from which
she obtained relief through the use of,
Cardul. "My husband, haying heard
of Cardul, proposed getting it for me.
"I saw after taking some Cardul
. . . that I was Improving. The result
was surprising. I felt like a different
person.
"I^ater I suffered from weakness
and weak- hack, and felt all run-down.
I did not rest well at night, I was so
nervous and cross. My husband said
he would get me some Cardul, which
he did. It strengthened me ... My
doctor said I got along fine. I was in
good healthy condition. I cannot
say too much for It."
rrv. ? - ^ - - -
x uousannH 01 women nave suffered
as Mrs. Williams describes, until they
found relief from the use of Carduf.
Since It has helped so many, you
should not hesitate to try Cardial^
troubled with womanly allme^tfMH
For sale sTerywhsr^^^^fl^^^H
"You would, would you?" satd-Web- ..
ster reproachfully, and Jerked the fel- j
low violently nround. The man he had 1
rescued promptly struck Pop-eye a
terrible blow in the face with his left ]
hand and broke loose from the grip
thnt hud so nearly been his undoing; ?
then Webster tapped the assassin a
meditative tap or two on the top of his 1
sinful head for good measure and to
awaken In him some sense of the Impropriety
and futility of resistance, ]
after which Webster turned to dis- 1
(Uiuc m ultti line nnnu * !.? > ?f
|? CUUIIH1 i|%icmiwu Ml Clllira Willi j
Pucker-eye. <
The scnr-cheeked man was on his
knees, groping grogglly for his knife, !
for he had received n severe kick under
the chin, and for llie nonce was '
far from dangerous. Stooping, Web- '
ster picked up the knife;, then with <
knife and cane grasped in his left 1
hnnd he seized Pucker-eye by the nape
with his^rlght and Jerked him to his
feet. The assassin stood glowering at
him In a perfect frenzy of brutish, Inarticulate
fury.
"Take the knife away- from the
Other fellow before he gets active !
again," Webster called over his shoulder.
'Til manage this rascal. We'll
march them over to the market and
turn them over to the police." He
spoke In Spanish.
"Thanks, ever so much, for my life,"
the young man answered lightly, and
In English, "hut where I come from It
Is not the fashion to settle these arguments
In a court of law. To call an
officer Ih considered uncluhllke; to
shoot a prisoner In this country is
considered murder, and consequently
I have hut one alternative and I advise
you, my good friend, to have a little i
of the same. I'm going to run like the !
devil."
And he did. He was In full flight
before Webster could glance around,
and In an instant he was lost to sight
among the trees.
"That advice sounds' eminently fair
and reasonable." Webster yelled nfter
him, and was about to follow when hi^
observed that the young man lunQr
abandoned his pretty little silverchased
walking stick.
"That's too nice a little stick to
leave to these brigands," he thought,
and forthwith possessed himself of It
and the pop-eyed man's knife, after
which he tarried not upon the order of
his going but went, departing at top
speed.
The young man he hail saved from
being butchered wns right. An entangling
alliance with the police wns,
decidedly, not to John Stuart Webster's
liking, for should he unfortunately,
form such an alliance, he would
he haled Into court as a witness and
perhaps miss the steamer to San
Buenaventura.
He had planned to spend an hour In
the market, drink a cup of cafe noir,
smoke a cigarette, and return to his
hotel In time for a leisurely brenkfnst,
hut his recent bout with grim reality
had blunted the edge of romance. He
ordered his driver to take him hack to
the hotel, sprnng Inside and congratulated
himself on bin lucky escape.
CHAPTER VIII.
Webster's trunk went aboard - the
steamer early the following morning,
and at noon he entered a taxi with his
hand hnggage and was driven to the
levee where La Estrefllta lay tugging
gently at her mooring lines. Owing to
the congestion of freight and traffic the
chauffeur stopped his cab a little distance
from the gangplank, where
Webster discharged him with a liberal
tip.
The latter, however, swung his
passenger's hag and suitcase to the
ground, picked them up and started
for the gangplank.
"Never mind my baggage, lad,"
Webster called after him. "One of the
de"k hovs will care for It."
The chauffeur turned. "Ytyi've been
generous with me, sir," he answered
"so I think I had better carry your
baggage aboard. If you penult a deck
boy to handle It, you merely have to
give another tip, and that would he
sheer wanton waste. Why shouldn't
I earn the one you save me?"
"I hadn't figured It out that way,
son, so here's another half dollar for
being the only existing specimen of
your aperies In captivity. My stateroom
Is No. 34, upper deck, port side,"
Webster answered, smiling. The man
took the tip eagerly and hurried toward
(he gangplank ; the quartermaster
on duty shouldered a way for him
and Marled aboard.
Webster followed leisurely. At the
gangplank t'.? purser's clerk hnlted
him. etamined his tickets and punched
them. (
"Where is the other man?" he asked
"You have tiro tickets here."
"Oh. that blamed vnlet of mine,"
Webster answered, and glanced around
as if In search of that mythical functionary.
"It would he like the stupid
fellow to miss the boat," he added.
"When he comes?"
Webster ceased speaking nhruntlv.
He was looking straight Into the
malevolent orbs of Pucker-eye, who
was standing just behind the clerk at
the foot of the gangplank.
"I wonder If Pop-eye's around, also,"
Webster thought, and he faced about.
Pop-eye was standing in hack of him,
leaning over the railing of the gangwuy.
"Which Is the valet?" the purser's
clerk asked, scanning the names on the
tickets.
"Andrew Powers." 1
"All right. Mr. Webster," the other
answered, with thai genial camaraderie
that seems inseparable from all of his j
calling. "When Andrew conies I'll
send hlni aboard." <
lie started to pass the tickets hack
(To be continued on last page)
J. ARTHUR KNIGHT
Attorney-at-Law
Office in Courthouse
Chesterfield, S. C.
TROTTI & PARK, ^ a
Surgeons
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Wamble Hill National Farm Loan Association
Is authorized to take and file aDDlication? with ?
. . >vii me r cuersi
Land Bank of Columbia.
Rate of interest 6 per cent. Loans made on improved farm lands.
The Federal Land Bank will loan 50 per cent, on land and 20
per cent, on insurable improvements.
Filing your application with Wamble Hill N?tir?nni Vo? t
_ i auu uuail
Association is the first step taken to secure a loan through the
Federal Land Bank of ColumbiaThe
bank will complete all loans as fast as it can sell bonds to
make the money available.
The bank desires to meet the needs of the farmer, and an early
application will insure you to get your loan quicker.
The Wamble Hill National Farm Association is entitled to do
business in the entire county, and it charges 1 per cent for its
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services 11 loan is made, otner wise all is refunded except actual
jost. Bring your land deed for inspection when making application.
B. J. Douglass, Sec. Treas.
Wamble Hill N. F. L. A.
Office in Rear of Bank of Chesterfield Building
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WE HAVE IT!
Do not forget that we have a lni'gc and well assorted stock of all
kinds of Belting, Pipe, Valves, Fittings, Iron, Steel, Shafting, Pulleys,
and Hangers, Bolts, Nuts, amd Washers and anything elsef'you may
need in the way of Machinery Supplies at present Low Pric ?s. Try us. B
COLUMBIA SUPPLY CO.j 1
823 West Gervaia St. Colun bit, S. C. fl
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LUCiAS AUTO COMPANY 1
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Care, Parts Service -Care, Parts, Service Cars, Parts, Service
Repairs on All Gars
All work thoroughly and promptly done - er
Authorized Ford Sa lea and Service Station
Hardware, j
Furniture, \
Farming Tools S
Going At Greatly Reduced Prices m
Farmers Hardware Company
Hay Grain And
Ffififl Arrivinri
We are now doing business in a warehouse just back of
itand, where new goods are arriving by the carload^fl^^BHHHj
prices?and more cars on the way. Come to see ut^S^ffiNjD
find us doing business on the same old scale?Large
quick sales at close pricesH
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