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- == - ? ST* I New Go I Arrivir I Eve IB I We are busy opening up the i I We can save you money on I Clothing, s And Un In fact, we have run off all o store. It will be to your interest to 1 your purchases. Call to see us, we are better than heretofore. t For Goods of I TEAL-JO The Home of The C01 \ Is Advancing. We | prices. We can oni) I many bargains here. I show you and make ^ 2 Champion Mowing Machine I Ontario Grain Drills . ^ . . . | Talking Machines, were $17 Talking Machines, were $12 25 Records Free with Each next 30 days. A Rlifnof rkJl Of?.,? ...ill. -m. Wll UbUVCO Willi \J\ x3 Burner Oil Stove, with Ove We have thousands of other t Farmers A r.?.1 D:.i ? n a iwiuru v^wnii g x "The Woman God Changed," a new Cosmopolitain picture for Paramount, which will be shown at the Strand theutre next Friday, is a great pboto" play. Suenu Owen and E. K. Lincoln have the leading parts. The scenes are dramatic and the photography beautiful. It is a picturization of Donn Bryne's story, "The Woman God Changed" and wa.i directed by Robert G. Vignola. VME UNIVERSAL CAR CARS, TRUCKS, TRACTORS SERVICE PARTS ujcas autoco. Tom Warehouse Back of Before Yoi 1 Hour, J.C. Riv ?? 1 ig On ry Train new goods bought last week. ihoes, Hats [ derwear I f the high price gooda in our risit our store before making prepared to serve our trade Quality See Us * NES CO. ] Good Clothes > !>? ? ? | fton / Market are reducing our > l* i r._ r ii ' iisi a tew Gi uiC | Come in and let us I wu prices. I s $60.00 I ' 9O.0O 5.00, now 110.00 5.00, now 82.50 Machine Sold in the I 4 en 27.50 n 22.50 argains just as good as these Hdw. Go. | ?I Miss Vida Niven has returned from her vacation. Mr. Preston Hurst spent Sunday evening in Morven. NOTICE I onered a reward of $30.00 for the recovery of u bale of staple cotton stolen from the depot platform on the night of Aug. 13th Someone , has informed me that he knows definitely who got it, but desires that I first warn the guilty party that if he returns the stolen bale to the platform within three days after publication of this lintirp hi? will divulged. Otherwise hid name will be exposed and action taken. J. T. Hurst. FOR SALE?At McBee. Eight nice, desirable lots, also sixty-five acres fine farming land three miles north ofMcBec. Known as Preston Shaw land. Address, H. H. Holder, 1203 S. Success 4tp-38 Lakeland, Fla. ERS 8 C< the Old Chesterfield 1^ u Buy Get Our Say, Cori And Oats K)I 1 , LYieat and ers & G LOCAL ITEMS Mrs. J. W. Griggs and daughter, Margaret, have returned from a visit at Rayford, N. C. Mr. 'and Mrs, W. H. Porter and family and Mrs. J. E. Meehan spent Sunday near Camden with relatives. Mrs. J. A. Parler, of St. George, is visiting Mrs. Ted Melton. Mr. and Mrs. T. T. Lucas of Charlotte, are visiting Mrs. T. E. Lucas. Miss Nell Funderburg is visiting friends at Mt. Croghan. Mrs. M. J. Wright is visiting relatives at Charlotte. Dr. and Mrs. L. H. "IVotti arc spending some time at Williston with relatives. Mrs. Wilber Paige of Oheraw, is visiting her sister, Mrs. R. T. Redfearn. Mrs. J. N. McNair and daughter, Elizabeth, of Sanford, N. C., visited at the home of Mrs. J. E. Meehan this w$ek. Mr. and Mrs. W. H. Pearce, Sallie and Chapman Pearce and Mr. Joe Nickel of Camden are visiting relaj lives here this week. Mr. and Mrs. L. E. Hurst have reA. X 1 * * * *" I milieu uunie aner an extended visit to Mrs. Hurst's sister, Mrs. S. P. Hnwes, of Wilmington. Mrs Hawes accompanied her sister back to Chesl terfield on a visit. | Rev. L. E. Peeler, pastoi of the Chesterfield Charge has been grantj ed a vacation and Rev. T. B. Owen | will fill his appointments at St. Paul I and Shiloh next Sunday. Mr. and Mrs. Dyke Spencer have rented the commodious Hursey home near the business section of Main street and will operate a hotel after , September 1st. This town has been in imeu hi auaiuonai notei accommoda| tions for some time. Mr. and Mrs. I Hursey will move to their home in i West Chesterfield, formerly the E. N. Redfearn place. I Several farmers have begun cotI ton picking this week and a new bale I is expected on -the market today. Cot| ton picking will be general in anothI er week, but that being produced on : sandy lands is covered with the fleecy staple now; Mr. Eugepe Wilson is having the material placed for a new bungalow on his lot in East Chesterfield next to Mr. B. F. Teal'? residence. Mr. and Mrs. W. B. Burch. of Winter Garden, Fla., have returned home after an extended visit to friends and relatives in Cheraw and Mt. Croghan. On their return through the country, they are accompanied by Mr. Burcii's sisters, Misses Ilazlc and Hallie Burch. Mrs. J. T. Mills, of Pageland, seems be one of those women who know no defeat. Her husband is now in a hospital with both legs cut off and in the meantime, Mrs. Mills is keeping the wolf away from the door, selling ice cream. Her advertisement appears in this paper. An enterprising citi2en of Cheraw is manufacturing jugs and it is re ported that orders are numerous. Mr. Hoy Davis, of Andrews, visited his father Mr. W. it. Davis recently. Mrs. T. E. Lucas is seriously sick. The cotton market continued to advance in the face of Uncle Sam's reports. The New York market closed We'dnesday at 14.15. Mr. C. H. Rivers sold last week 34 bales of the celebrated Williamson Long Stople cotton at 30 cents per pound: Major W. J. Tiller held a successful short course for the Boys Com ind Piif Clubs at PafplnnH loot 16 members being in attendance. Page land royally entertained the boys. Mrs. J. L. Craig is visiting relatives n the city. Mr. Gary West, of Hartsville, is visiting in the city this week. Messrs. William Godfrey and Joe Lindsay of Cheraw were in Chesterfield Wednesday. Shel-itT Grant destroyed 6 barrels of peaches and sugar?Embryo Peach Brandy?on Juniper creek Friday. Chesterfield's first bale of the sea son wa? ginned and sold yesterday. The cotton was owned' by Mr. J. J. Parker, was ginned at Sellers' Bros., and bought by Mr. Lloyd Rivers for 12cents. The (first bale this year is just one we?T: earlier than last vear, 3MPANY \ i/Iercantile Co. Stand Prices On 1 1 IT- J ream mL Wm The i: CLAN CALL: (Continued from preceding p?ft) ( tittle too much of blmeolf?there wpa , midden keen report from be tow, and a bullet bole Appeared to the rim of bU hat I John lforetand fired the next hot, and he broke the right arm of the man who bad Just fired at Bill | Dale. Thla opeaed the battle In earn- ' ( ? I ( owu uh uiunuer ox uw many rtnea '< became almost a steady roar. The ( air waa filled vrtth the pungent odor , of burning powder. Bill Dale emptied < the magazine of his repeater, and 1 , sank behind the big cheatnqt to fill ' It again with cartridges from his belt. Bullets now whined on both sides of him; they cut greenish white farrows , In the bark of both sides of tha tree. ; and knocked up little spurts of black 1 earth to Ms right and to his left; t they cat off twigs within an arm's | reach of him. A dozen Balls were , now firing at him. seeking te avenge "Give 'Em H?I, Boysl' the death of l heir ktnsrann, the Goliath. John Moreland's strong voice ! came to hire through the din and roar: "Dent show no part o' yoreself now, I Bill; ef ye do, ye'll shore be hltl" * Dale fired again, pumped a frcau cartridge Into the chamber of hie rlfie ' and slipped another Into the magazine, and arose behind th? rhMtnnt "Down, Bill 1" cried John Moreland. If Dale heard, be gave no sign of It. He fired four shots rapidly, and before the wind had carried away the blinding smolte he was behind another tree and shooting toward the Bails again. Soon there came a short, loud peal of laughter from his left; be turned his beau ami saw Ben Littleford taking a careful aim at a long angle toward the side of a boulder. Then Littleford fired, and a pull of atone dust showed that his bullet bad gone true to Its mark. ^ I "What's that fort" demanded Dale, "We haven't any ammunition to throw away 1" * J "Why, Bill," replied Llttleford, "didn't ye never bounce a bullet often a rock and make It go toward a man ahlnd of a tree?" It lasted hotly for twe hour*, but the casualties were comparatively few, because there was so much cover available. From the beginning the Balls and the Turners had the worst of It, which was due to uDhlll shoot Ing, white whisky, and lack of the Iron that makes real- fighting men.' The cartridges of those below were giving out; they had fired too many shots needlessly. t "It's about time to rush them," Dale said to John Moreland, who had crept up be9lde him. ~ . "Jest give the word," Moreland nodded. | A few minutes Ifiter, Bill Dale sent the wings of his line down the moun- ? talnslde, forming a half-circle of hla force once more; then the whole line ruBiieu, surrounoea tne enemy and called for a surrender. But the Balls and their kinsmen wouldn't give In yet. They left their cover and started to run, found themselves facing Morelands and Llttla* fords in every direction, clubbed their rifles and fought It was not true courage that prompted them to offer , resistance thus: it was utter desperatlon: thev had navar hoon ?Hik? ? . V^?? B><VlO VI mercy, therefore they did not expect mercy. Dale's men forebore to fire upon them, which was at Dale's com- ' mend, and met them with clubbed rlAes. The woodlnnd rang with the i sound of wood and steel crashing against wood and steel. Everywhere there were groans and threats and curses from the losing aide, victorious cries and farther demands for a surrender from the winners. Bill Dale, ever a lover of fair combat, threw down his repeater to grappla with a big North Carolinian whose clubbed weapon had been knocked ftaaa his hsnflp. The two fell and rolled down the^mountalnslde, locked In each othefs arms. And then one of the Balls struck Bill Dale across the head with the butt of his empty fan, and Bill Dale slackened his ins and lay as one dead. ? e ? e He was lying ander cover In a hfcndcarved black walnut fourposter, and It was night, when be opened his eyee again. Above him be saw the bearded faces of Ben Llttleford and John Moreland, and they looked haggard and anxious In the oil lamp's yellow 1 light. Suddenly Moreland spoke: | "Dead?nothln' I" Jubilantly. "Look, 1 Ben; he's done come to I Te couldn't put him In a cannon and shoot him ag'lnst a cilft and kill him, Ben I 1 : hope ye're a-feelln* all right. Bill, 1 shore." Dal* realised everythlnf quite cleqrly. He put a band,to his head; there was a wet cloth lying over the swollen plioa. . , ' kk.** drawled a voice that Dale rtantly recognised aa thatref his worMper, By Heck. Dtoftd ?C Oale Iforeland didn't might* algh ft beat Mm to death. BUir | Many men crowded to the bed* do ud smiled at him, and he smflid back it them. 8000 he asked: . Mptd yea captare the outfltr* I Tpvery darned one o# em," answered r?ha Moreland. "They're all shot op tight In the downstahn* o* the odhco mOdlp', oader gyardLThe* aint bat me of 'em plaint} teetotally dead, to' 1 wonder; bat the's a whole pesael of em hart. I've done eent Lake to town m hoeeback, atter a doctor M yea ind Saul and Little Ten; and he can 'tahd to them crippled Bella too. 1 reckon, ef yon think ltVbest. What're we a-foln' to do with them fellers, Bllir "We're (orof to take them to the OSrtersrllle jell," - Dale answered promptly. "1 had a different plan 'aa- that planned out, John,"' said By Beck, winking at Ben Llttlefbrd. "1 had It planned ont to hang 'em ell 90 a big green hemlock as a Christmas tree to' Bill I Some devilish rough Christmas eve ye're a-havln', B1U, old boy, ain't itr v ^ _ , "Rather," smiled Dele. Be closed his eyes. His head ached, and he was somehow very tired. Within the hour he went to sleep, and when he awoke It was daylight on Christmas morning. Ben Llttleford. half dressed, was stirring the coals to life In the wide-mouthed stone fireplace. Dale felt better than he had expected to feel: he greeted Little ford with the compliments of tlie season, arose and dressed himself. ** Llttleford had Just gone with a handful .of* kindling wood toward the kitchen, Mien there was a low, light tapping at the outskle door of BUI Dale's room. Dale arose from his gneepskin-IIned rock?r before the chee?7 log Are. went to the door and. opened It. Before hfm stood a slim, barefoot boy In the poorest of rags; In the pitifully slender arms there was something wrapped rather loosely In crumpled brown -papeis Dale d'd not remember- having seen the lad before, but he knew It was no Llttleford. "Come In. son." he Invited cordial iy?-come in and warm yourself. My goodness alive. It's too cold to go barefooted like that! Haven't you any shoes, eon?" "Shoes?" muttered the boy, queerly. "Shoes?" He was shivering from the cold. His thin face looked pinched and blue, his eyes big and hollow. Dale Rtooned. picked him up bodily, carried btm te the old rocker be had Just vacated, and put him Into It wltb hands as gentle as any woman's. "H?I," be Kiin the boy, staring bard?"what?" "Now stick your reet out ana warm tbeiu, son?that's It," and Dale chafed the poor little, dirty, half-frozen feet and legs. J "Son." he went on after a moment, his heart throbbing out of sheer pity, "you go to the commissary clerk and tall him to dress you up like the crown prince of England, If be'a got It. and rhnriro o?n>o ?>? - ouujv w uic HVV.VUUV of Bill Dale. It will be my Christmas gift to you, little boy. What's your name?" The lad turned bis surprised black eyes upon the face of the birf and sun' browned man. "Are you Bill Dale?" "Yes." That which the boy said next struck "8o You're Bill Dale. Well, D? My Soul!" I ' " NEW Lumber Yard IN G HER AW We are opening a new lumber "iifH mmr the nM power plant and will be ((lad to figure with you on bill for LUMBER Rough or DrotMMl SHINGLES AND LATHS Hava on hand a car load Fine Heart Piaa Shlnglaa n i i o uieraw urnioer & Supply Company CHERAW, S. C. J. W. M?yaar4, On. Mgr. William MiUKaU, ?i 1 11 hi in ??-i" ii i --the bliond NDbftiwMd man with ell 1 the force of ballet. 1 "So you're Bill Dele. Well. D? my eoal 1" 1 "Don't baddy, doo'tr - < The boy weat on: "My name, Ife Henery. I come here with e Christmas gW to' you." He pointed a dirty forefinger toward the bundle In hie 1 lap. "But you afiTt a-goln'. to git It now." "Why?" Date asked smilingly. "Why I Shoes ?'at's why. H?U. did I ever have any shoes afore? Barefooted da a rabbit That's me. Barerooted as a d?o' flpbbltl" "Son," protested BUI Dale, "you're entirely too smaU to swear. You mustn't do It y'know." "Yes," quickly. "I'm stqall. I'm small tn mv a eras I'm (I/kca ?? "i-4 ? ?, ? *? v>nn> inwio ;cni uiu. I've been measured t& the go-backs." . "Measured for the go-backs," j laughed Dale, |*whafs that?" "Why," xsoberly, "when ye grow Ut- j ler *stld o> bigger, ye'so got the go- . hacks. Maw, she measured me with j a yarn string .out o' a stocking which I had been wore by a woman seventy- | seven-year old, and >n she wrapped the yarn string around the door-hinge. I'll 'gin te grow Mgher, or die, one or t'other, afore the string wears out on the hinge. Bound to." Again Dale laughed. Mountain superstitions always amused him. Ben I.lttleford came Into the room, and 1 Dale arose and faced him. "Do yon know this boy, Ben?" "It's Lyss Ball's boy," answered I.lttleford, puckering his brows. "What's he a-doln* here?" "He brought a Christmas present for me," said Dale, "but he has decided that I shan't have It." "The -only Christmas present you could gtt from a Ball would be a bullet/ frowned Ben Llttleford. He stepped to the rocker and took the bundle from the boy's lap; he too* away the crumpled brown paper?and there In his hands was a loaded and cocked revolver I "By Georger exclaimed- BUI Dale. "Wliat'd I tell" ye?" smiled Ben Llttleford. An hour later Dale and a score of Llttlefords and ^lorelands entered the big downstairs room of the office anil supplies building. The defeated Balls and Turners lounged here and there, sullen and silent, on the rough-board floor of their temporary pr|son. Dale walked Into their midst and addressed them quietly. "You'll admit, won't you, that I've C9t what you fellows call 'the deadwood' on you? And that It lies In my power to send every single one of you to the state penitentiary?" "I reckon bo," admitted Adam Ball's father. He was pretty well cowed, and 00 were the others. "But I've decided not to do It," went an Rill Dale. "1 cant forget that this la Christmas day. You may have your Uborty as a present rrotn the man you've tried so hard and so unjustly to kill. After the doctor gets through with Little Tom and Saul Llttleford, he will come here to dress mil your wounds; then our guards will give you hack ycur riSes, zz.6 ycu nicy s* home. I'm net asking you to promise me anything, you understand. I'm simply trusting the human heart, and I don't believe 1'U he disappointed." Dale turned to John Moreland. lioreland's rugged face wore a pussled, displeased smile. "If your brother David van hers Bill Dale demanded with a bare shada of anger In his voice, "what do you thlrifc he'd do about It? It's Christmat day, Isn't It?" The old Bloreland chief's eountanance softened; his grey eyes brightened. "Yes," be said, "ltfe Christmas day. Bill." He looked toward the Balls and Turners. "Merry Christmas, gen'lemen I" ha said. Adam Ball's father immediately asked him for a chew of tobaccos, CHAPTER XIX. A Perfect "Cross. Ou the floor of the richly-furnished llbrfcry of the Dale home, near a west window. Miss Elizabeth Ltttleford sat reading by the fast fading light ef an early March afternoon. Somehow she liked to sit on the floor, and always aha liked to read; for one thing, books helped her to forget that she was lonely. There were footsteps behind her, soft footsteps because of the thick, velvet carpet; then a low voice Inquired: "Areu't you afraid you . will Injure your eyes, Elizabeth? Better have a light, hadn't you, dear?" The old coal king turned toward the switch on the wall.* "No!" she answered quickly. "I'm through reading for today, and 1 like thlrf twilight." I ? * ? - - - u?i iuiuvvciiwui in speecn and m maimers bad gone on at a surprisingly rapid rata She rarely spoke with any but the simplest words, but she never fall Into anything more than bare semblance of the old drawling hill dialect unless It was while she was under the oiitujs ui tume strong emotion. 'She closed the book and looked op with eyes that were like the first stars Id a summer sky. Her beauty was wonderful; It was finer and sweeter than It had ever been before. Old Dale stood looking thoughtfully Into her upturned face. He was a littie pale, and he seemed troubled and uneasy. Elizabeth shook her head. "You're worrying again I" He dropped Into a nearby chair, leaned slowly forward and let one hand fall gently on her thick pnd silky chestnut-brown hrlr. "1 wish," he said as though te himseelf, "that 1 had a daughter like you." He toek his hand from her head, lay back wearily In his chair and closed his eyes. Then he bent forward again. "The lforelands, Bllsabeth?they've uuvea away rrom the settlement, haven't thsy?" i "Yea; Bill Dale baa dona wonderful thtnra far fhemT the girl answered. John K. Dale waa silent far a moment, after which he aald suddenly: "1 want to see my aon ; there la something I must tell him. Will you go with me, Elisabeth T" "Of course, HI go with yea.'* She thought she knew what It was . that stirred him. By Intuition, supplemooted by BIU Dale's occasional cryptic utterances, and pieced out by hill illy had com* Into possession of the Did coal man's grim secret. Neither of them knew that John MLoOeland was then visiting his beloved Did hills for the sake of sotne shooting. The following day John K. Dale and Elizabeth Ltttleford alighted from S northbound passenger train at the Halfway switch. The mountains were covered with three Inches of snow, and S~ s hemlock and pines bore heavy burns of the beautiful white stuff; but the air was still, and It wasn't very corn. "You'd get your clothing all black on the coal train," Dale said to his companion, "so you'd rather walk over, ^wouldn't you? Anyway, the traU* Isn't here. I'm good for six miles, I think." "Yes," smiled Ben Uttlsford's daughter, "I'd rather wa]Jt?if you're sure that six miles won't be toe much for you." t Together, with the girl leading the way, they set out across David Moreland's mountain. The old trail showed not one footprint ahead of them; It was not so much used now. They said little. Bach thought their own thoughts, * and neither cared to speak thens te the other. Just before they reached the mountain's crest, they passed a group of snow-laden pines that concealed a big, brown-bearded man who had been stealthily following the trail of a Ion? wild turkey. He wore khaki huntingclothes and high laced hootB. and there was a certain English fineness about him. In his hare hands he carried a , repenting rifle, which marked him as one horn In the hills; a low lander would have had a choke-hored shotgun. When he saw John K. Dale* h? stopped suddenly. It might have been Intuition, or It might have been sheer curiosity, the nvernge hlllman being a stranger to neither?he followed and watched the two, unseen by them. On the pine-fringed crest. Elizabeth Llttleford halted to view that which lay arour.d anil below him. Old Dale stopped close at her side, anil be, too. looked at that which lav around and huh 1; was n crude hut sincere trlbut* lu VMM in it k in 1. On Hie fiice of the other greet sluh of brown sandstone were chiseled other Hit-shaped ' letters and misspelled words. The hands of John Moreland had done this. Old John Dale stepped unsteadily closer und read: HEAR LAYS DAVID MORELAND THE BEST MAN QOD EWER MAID KILLED BY JOHN K CARLILE *fAY QOD ^ \ is/MVI n i a SOLE t It was a living curse, a breathing. curse?a terrible unatbeiuu. If dead David M ordinal h^uself hud ariseu froui the tomb and uttered It, it would uot have struck John K. Dale with greater force. He grew weak, aa uiougil wilii U iatiti aiikucHS. Hi" uu-!; to hla knees in the snow, and his irongray head fell forward to his breast. Elizabeth Littleton! knelt in (lie snow beside him. She tried to find comforting words, for she loved him and waa sorry for him, but no words would come. There was a slight sound, the muffled breaking of a dry twig In the snow Just beyond the palings in front of them, Elizabeth Llttleford looked up to see the giant figure of Joho , Moreland, whose fu"e was white and whose eyes were filled with the fire of hate and anger, who held a rifle in hla cold, bare hands. The rifle's humiitfer came back, and th? ipUimr it with a faint click. Moreland took another step forward and leveled the weapon across the palings. "Ef It was any use fo' -ye to pray, Carlyle," he suld, and his voice was shaking and hoarse and choked, "I'd give ye time. But it ain't no use at alL Look up. Face It. Try to he a niuu fo' one second In yore low-down life." Old Dale raised his head, snw David Moreland's brother, and realised all' there was to realize. His eyes widened . a little; then a look of relief flitted| across his heavy countenance. | "ShoOt and even up the score," he said. bravely, and his head was high. "According to your code, It Is Just. And I'll he able to forget at last,?at lapt. So hoot and settle the account." Moreland winced perceptibly. The big, crooked finger came way from the hair-tine trigger. He had never expected to hear the man whom he knew as John K. Carlyle say that which he had Just snld. It had never entered hit mind that John K. Carlyle could be ? sorry. I Then the great and bitter desire for revenge rushed Into his bruin again, and Ids head went down, and his keen right eye. looked along the sights and to the kneeling man's breast. His trigger tinger began slowly to crook? Until this Instant Elizabeth Littleford had been as one frozen, had been as a figure carved In stone. Now she sprang to her feet and went between Moreland and his ancient enemy. (To bo vlotit'.nuod Next We?lj I tried to do too much? and did it. ?Josh Billings. Thrift is the scientific management of one's time and money. /?ETTERHEADS\ V Come to Us | Vl>DT\rn\T/? m