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<s> A HEART HISTORY.
By Lou Bell
Love's autocracy must form tht
theme of my first romance ironi u?
real; indeed, if tht* truth was known
there are but few heart histories, ii
whose compilation that troublesome
little sprite has not more or less in
terfered. Margaret Willis, with tha"
bright, sparkling: eye of hers, and he:
sunny smile, shall attest the truth o'.
The proprietor of the great Willi*
farm, which covers more than IOC
acres of the richest land in one of th<
New England states, is a true speei
men of one of her siahvart sons, hei
independent, industrious farmer. ;
r.oble race, uniting purity, sourn
sense and a high standard of mora
"worth. Hospitable, kind and thrifty
not over generous; yet, far removec
from avarice which would refuse *
helping hand to those who would rise
in the world, if they had the means tc
start with, or close their door upor
the weary wayfarer. Of this class if
A few words upon the domestic
economy of thp Willis farm. Mr
Willis is a widower; and my little
heroine, Margaret, is his only child,
People wondered, as people will, why
such a young looking, hale, hearty
man as Andrew wm:s am iwi man.*
again; but when asked about it. he
always replied, first, he was too much
hurried about his farm work to spend
time courting and marrying; second,
old Hannah, who had lived with his
father before him, though old, was a
first rate manager, and heaven forbid
that he unloose her tongue by even
suggesting bringing another Mrs.
Willis to the farm. And so, year
after year, Hannah stood her ground,
holding undisputed sway in both kitchen
and hall. She looked upon Andrew
Willis as a mere boy. She termed
him "the boy" when speaking to
her cronies. As for Margaret, she
"would have held her in leading
strings to this dav, if Mr. Willis had
not sent her from home to acquire
more advantages of education than
the nearby village afforded.
Margaret was a bright, sweet child,
saying and doing a thousand witty
things; and, of course, Mr. Willis
thought she was a pior^ of perfection,
even at four years of age. He deter
mined from the time she could lisp
her name that she should have the
best education his means could afford;
and, when in process of time,
she came to know more than the
schoolmaster (in Farmer Willis' opinion)
he resolved to part with his darling
for a little while, that she might
have the benefit of a fashionable
boarding school. In selecting the establishm
nt of Mrs. Lacy, some thirty
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miles irom n:s larm, iie p:uvcu unuself
more fortunate than many who
send for h their children to gather
"apples of wisdom,'* but who return
At the expiration of two years,
Margaret was pronounced "finished,"
and returned home. If her father
thought her perfect at four years,
what must he have considered her at
seventeen, for she had contrived to
store away a goodly amount of
krowldege in her little head, even if
she was at times a little flighty. Yes,
and notwithstanding she must have
been so hurried at Mrs. Lacv's with
her algebra, history, and French, she
had somehow managed to commence
a little heart history of her own; but
then she did not let any one read it,
not she. Farmer Willis never knew
one word about this unbargained for
One day, after Margaret had been
at home about a week Mr. Willis went
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io ine village wun a loau ui puiaiut::
for Judge Somebody.
"Dear father, will you please see
if there is a letter in the postoffice for
me?" cried Margaret, running out tc
"A letter for you! That's a new
idea! Yes, but coma and kiss your
And poising one foot upon the
wheel, Margaret sprang lightly to' th?
side of her father, gave him a heartj
smack upon each sun-burned cheek,
and then al.'ghted on the soft, green
>^ow, the farmer was no great
scribe. Unless to announce a marriage
or a death it was a rare thing
for him either to invite or receive, a
letter. The postoffiee revenue of
Uncle Sam was but little benefited
by Andrew Willis. He was somewhat
pleased, therefore, that his Margam
should expect a letter; so, aftei
unloading, he drove to the postoffice,
and sure enough, there was a letter,
a very thick one, too?for "Miss
Margaret Willis,'' addressed in an
elegant, flowing hand, a gentleman's
"Hum! What does this mean?"
thought Farmer Willis, turning the
letter over and over again, and looking
at the seal. "L'Amour, Fidelite."
> Margaret \va< watching for his coturn
; ami as soon as she .-.aw the well
ki^?wn team r:~e the hill, she flew
swiit'y along the road to meet it.
> Her father he-id the letter an. Oh.
, what a happy fact? was hers, as she
caught it from is hands, and seating
herself by the roadside, she eagerly
tore o ffthe envelope, and pressed the
insensible cnirography to her lips.
"Hum! What does this mean?''
1 again thought the farmer, eyeing
Margaret keenly, "(lee-haw. Darby!
(Jee-up. Dick." he cried, sweeping his
cail whip over the sleek hides uf his
oxen. Ye:, all the time, noting the
bright blush and happy smile of Marigaret;
all absorbed, as she was. in the
' contents of her letter.
' j In less than a week another came.
\ "Ham," said Mr. W:!ii>, nutting it
in his pocket, "I must see what this
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He went home, fed the cattle, and
; j then walked into ihe nouse. "0;>ni8,
j Margaret, and sit down by me."
'! Margaret laid as id her work, and,
', drawing a footstool to her father's
11 side, folded her dimpled hands-upon
'I his knees, and smilingly looked up
' J into his face.
1 "Well, Margaret, you are a nice
5 one! 1 know you had a nice time at
Mrs. Lacy's.did you not?
' Indeed I did, dear father, I am
sure, although I u'as so anxious to
' see you, I was loath to come away."
"Mrs. Lacy used to keep you pretty
strict. I suppose; never let you go
out. did she?"'
"Oh, yes, we walked every day?
and hour in the morning and an hour
j in the afternoon: it was so nice,
j Sometimes Mrs. Lacy would go with
us, and sometimes?! Oh, :t was so
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"I take it for granted you never
j saw any boys there, Margaret, did
j "Why, father, it was a school for
girls, you know; it would not have
been right, 1 am sure, to have seen a
crowd of rude boys in our pleasant
"That is not what I mean, did any
! young men ever visit Mrs. Lucy's?"
"Mercy, no, Mrs. Lacy wouldn't
1 even let fcidward invite?"
"Edward! Who is Edward?"
''Mrs. Lacy's nepew, father," replied
Margaret, stooping to tie her
"And I suppose Ed v. rd went with
i you, didn't he?"
"Yes, when Mrs. I.acy couldn't go!"
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Poor Margaret, how she tried not
r*o blush; and yet wat a glow instant- |
ly suffused her tell-tale countenance, j
"His name :s Edward Bartine?he
is a very nne yuong man. Everyone i
loves him. All the girls loved him 1
just like a brother."
"Well, what was this very fine;
young man doing at the college?"
"He only came up from New Haven
to a fpw months with his aunt, i
to pursue his studies with Dr. Hart. |
He is going back to college very scon,!
"Going back to college! Oh, I sup-'
pose I understand. Some wild sc~pe- j
goat,/I'll be bound, suspended for mis- !
demeanor. Never will be worth a
straw. Never will be good for any-1
thing, not he; wasting money which:
His noor eld father toiled hard to
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f"? ' rlr.*aMU?ia34as^^ fl-?n* 111
earn, I'll warrant youl'
"No, indeed. tainer. Eviwar.; I>a lino
is no such person, indeed. lie is
not!"' eas^rly int.erposed .M.ir^aiet.
"How do vou know? 1 toil you he
:s. Set here, Margaret, who is this
from?" and piacing his hand in hi*
pocket, Mr. Willis drew forth a letter
holding it up, however, at arm's
"O. dear father, please give it to
me, please do, that's a good father,''
c: ed Margaret, springing to his side,
her face radiant with joy. and extending
her hand for the precious missive.
<Coi :-iued in next issue)
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Calvin Crozier Chapter
The Calvin Crozier chapter, U. 1).
('. will meet Tuesday, Apr 1 4, at 4
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o'clock at tne nome ut .vh.s? .viar.v
Wwith Mrs. Homer Schumpi-rt,
Miss Elizabeth Pominick and Mrs.
Claude Dominick a; associate hostesses.
Mis? Julia Kibk-r. Pre>.
Mrs. J. L. Feasrle, Sec.
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buy for the
MADE TO ORPHANAGE
Citizen of Clinton Gives Laundry
! Clinton. March 31.? -Through the
interest and generosity of friends,
-uhstantial improvements are soon to
be made at the Thornwel! ornhoiiage
^ here. Through the liberality o' M. S.
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! DH.i11* V i) i l:Iui >. v> .i i i.i>. - ..
member of the orpban*t<ri board
: it? foundation in 187.">. ; ,.i i"rn.
well equipped laumiry bui'din.; is to
be constructed of reinforu'l c-3n?",e:e
with a concrete fioo:\ steel wipdr'.v
frame? with r! :bed friasse*. Tentative
plans are waiting th.* anival of a
practical laundryman. it is proposed
o make tills one of the attraet;ve
.buildings of the campus n! it will
. bf? known as the M. S. l-.rl .* laundry.
]n the recent $1,000,000 campaign
the Presbvterian church at Abbev.lle
^ . 'J $8S5
1 new Maxwell orgs:
5 but. one aim and j
, to make the New J
?ct Maxwell known z
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>y uniting low operat:
nusual beauty and (
arin^ Car - SSS5 * i Sedan - - J
adster - - 885 Coupe F.
O. B. Detroit, revenue tax to be added
na Auto Cor
any kind fc
ring your pi
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J XLZmVkuS&Sl. ^
y, S. C.
!-i;itie a subscription sufti-iontly large j
for the puttinsr in ??t" a ?uo<!?-*-:i iauni
John McSween of Timmonsviile, a
hoard member since 1S-v>, and his
son, the Rev. John McSween, have
made i; possible to install n linotype
machine i:i the orphann^e printing
office. This will be a valuable add'- j
tion in that it will enable the printing
oftk-e boys who -eL'ct this line of
woik to get the necessary training.'
The orphanage authorities a?-e deeply .
grateful to these friends for their
substantia! gifts with whic.n to provide
there greatly needed improvements.
Up to the Minute
'"So your son Bill is going to law
school?" asked a neighbor of Farmer
"Yep.*' answered the farmer. "But
he don't pay no attention to his!
hooks. I reckon mebbe he's goin' to
be one of these unwritten lawyers;
I've road about."
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Series of I
>r cash; j
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Grow Good Gardens Generally
5?? Full Stork !
k&i eSS" f* *\ ||
6 for 25 cents
Bountiful Bunch Beans
Green Pod Stringless ? ?
Valentine ' ? ?
Early and Field Corn '
Member Newberry Chamber of Commerce
iiiiiniMi i ii minimum mimii i iii?i i ii ?iai miii hi iit -
Don't Spare the Spoon
in time a sickness. Doses of
medicine must be taken to
get well again, but a lot will
depend upon the quality of
the medicine the spoon holds.
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Bring your aocior s prescription
here and you will get just
what his order calls for, made
up of the purest and freshest
drugs, with consummate care
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and skill, yet charged tor most - =reasonably.
Mayes Drug Store
Newberry, South Carolina
Member Newberry Chamber of Commerce.