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REMEMBER poising naked upon
a rock, ready to dive into Lake
George. This memcry stands at1
the end of a dhninishing vista;
the extreme point of coherent recol
lection. My body and muscular limbs
reflected in the water filled me with
I knew, as the beast knows its herd,
that my mother Marianne was hanging
the pot over the fire pit in the center
of our lodge. The children were play
ing with other papooses and my father
was hunting down the lake. The hunt
ing and fishing were good, and we had
plenty of meat. Skenedonk, whom I
c;iderd a prson belooninig to My
self, was stripping more slowly on the
rock behind me. We were heated with
wood ranging Aboriginal life, prime- ]
val r.ad vigor giving, lay behind me .
when 1 plunged expecting to strike I
out ur.der the delicious forest shadow. <
When I came up the sun had van- 1
ished, the woods and their shadow t
were gone. So were the Indian chil- 1
dren playing on the shore, and the i
shore with them. My mother Marianne I
might still be hanging her pot in the 4
lodge. But all the hunting lodges of
our people were as completely lost as ]
if I had entered another world.
My head was bandaged, as I discov
ered when I turned it to look around. I
The walls were not the log walls of our j
lodge, chinked with moss and topped
by a bark roof. On the contrary, they 1
were grander than the inside of St. 1
Regis church, where I took my first
communion, though that was built of
stone. These walls were paneled, as
I learned afterward to call that noble
finishing, and ornamented with pic
tures, and crystal sockets for candles.
The use of the crystal sockets was evi
dent, for one shaded wax light burned
near me. The ceiling was not composed
of wooden beams like some Canadian
houses, but divided itself into panels
also, reflecting the light with a dark
rosy shining. . Lace work finer than a
priest's white garments fluttered at the
I had dived early in the afternoon,
and it was night. Instead of finding
myself still stripped for swimming, I
had a loose robe around me, and a cov
erlet Crawn up to my armpits. The
couch under me was by no means of
hemlock twigs and skins, like our
bunks at home, but soft and rich. I
wondered if I had died and gone to
heaven. And just then the Virgin ;
moved past my head and stood looking I
down at me. I started to jump out of
a window, but -felt so little power to
move that I only twitched and pre
tended to be asleep and watched her:
as we sighted gagne, with eyes nearly
shut. She had a poppet of a child on
one arm that sat up instead of leaning
against her shoulder, and looked at me,
too. The poppet had a cap on its head'
and was dressed in lace, and she wore:
a- white dress that let her neck and
arms out, but covered her to the:
ground. This was remarkable, as the
Indian women covered their necks and
arms and wore their petticoats short
I could see this image breathe, which
was a marvel, and the color moving
under her white skin. Her eyes seemed
to go through you and search all the
veins, sending a shiver of pleasure
down your back.
Now I knew after the first start that
she was a living girl holding a living
baby, and when my father, Thomas
Williams, appeared at the door of the
room, it was certain I could not be in
heaven. It came over me in a flash
that I myself was changed. In spite
of the bandages my head was as clear
as if all its faculties were washed and
newly arranged. I could look back'
into my life and perceive things that
I had only sensed as a dumb brute.
A fish thawed out after being frozen
and reanimated through every spar
kin" scale and tremulous fin could ntt
have felt its resurrection more keenly.
My broken head gave me no trouble
The girl and baby disappeared as
soon as I saw my father, which was
not sur-prising, for he could not be
called a prepossessing half breed. His
lower lip protruded and hung sullenly.
He had heavy brows and a shaggy I
thatch of hair. Our St Regis Iroquois
kept to the buckskins, though they
of ten had hunting shirts of fulled
flanneL. And my fatlger's buckskins
were very dirly.
A little man, that I did not know was
in the room, shuffled across the floor
to keep my father from entering.
Around the base of his head he had a
thin curtain of hair scarcely reaching
his shoulders. His nose pointed up
ward. Its tip was the shape of a
candle extinguisher. He wore horn
spectacles and knee breeches, waist
coat and coat of black like the ink
which fades to brown in a drying ink
horn. He put his hands together and
took them apart uncertainly, and shot
out his lip and frowned, as if he had
a universal grudge and dared not.
He said something in a language I
did not understand, and my father
made no answer. Then he began a
kind of Anglo-French, worse than the
patois we used at St. Regis when we
did not speak Iroquois. I made out
the talk between the two, understand
ing each without hesitation.
"Sir, who are you?'
"The chief, Thomas Williams," an
swered my father.
"Pardon me, sir; but you are unmis
takably an Indian."
"Iroquois chief," said my father.
"That being the case, what authority
have you for calling yourself Thomas
Williams?" challenged the little man.
"Thomas Williams is my name."
"Impossible, sir! Skenedonk, the
Oneida, does not assume so much. lie
lays no claim to William Jones or Joha
Smith, or some other honest British
The chief maintained silent dignity.
"Come. sir, let me have your Indian
name! I can hear it if I cannot repeat
Silently contemptuous, my father
Iturned toward me.
"Stop, sir:"' the man in the horn spec
tacles cried. "What do you want?"
1I want my boy."
Your boy? This lad is white."
"My grandmother was white," con
descended the chief. "A white prison
er from Deerfield. Eunice Williams."
"I' see, sir. You get your Williams
arroundinj he Fare of the
.I. and Marie Antoinette) fa
'EN-MEIRKILL COMPANY br
"Why, man, his body is like milk! E
3e is no son of yours." as
The chief marched toward me. in
"Let him alone! If you try to drag m
ir out of the manor I will appeal to CO
:he authority of Le Ray de Chau- La
nont " ol
My father spoke to me with sharp tic
"What do you call him?" the little it.
nan inquired, ambling beside the chief.
"Eleazer Williams is his name. But g4
n the lodges, at St. Regis, every- an
there, it is Lazarre."
"IHow old is he?"
"About eighteen years." lo(
"Well, Thomas Williams," said my m3
retful guardian, his antagonism melt- or
ng to patronage, "I will tell you who he
am, and then you can feel no ge
nxiety. I am Dr. Chantry, physician gr,
o the Count de Chaumont. The lad I
ut his head open on a rock, diving in
he lake, and has remained uncon
cious ever since. This is partly due Fr
o an opiate I have administered to m
sure complete quiet, and he .will not
Lwake for several hours yet. He re
eived the best surgery as soon as he
ras brought here and placed in my
ands by the educated Oneida, Skene
"I was not near the lodge," said my
ather. "I was down the lake, fish
"I have bled him once, and shall
eed him again, though the rock did
hat pretty effectively. But these
;trapping young creatures need fre
luent blood letting."
The chief gave him no thanks, and
myself resolved to knock the little
loctor down if he came near me with
"In the absence of Count de Chau
nont, Thomas," he proceeded, "I may
ireot you to go and knock on the
!ook's door and ask for something to
at before you go home."
"I stay here," responded my father.
"There is not the slightest need of
nybody's watching beside the lad to
tight. I was about to retire when you
vere permitted to enter. He is sleep
ng like an infant."
"He belongs to me," the chief said. in
Dr. Chantry jumped at the chief in ev
"For God's sake, shut up and go se
ibout your business!"
My father's hand was on his hunting st
:nife, but he gru'ted and said nothing. th
)r. Chantry himself withdrew from m
he room and left the Indian in posses- st
ion. - th
My father sat down on the floor at es
:he foot of my couch, where the wax sii
ight threw his shadow, exaggeratinlg tr
ts unmoving profile. I noticed one of :
:he chairs he disdained as useless, a
:hough when eating or drinking with w:
r-hite men he sat at table with them. to
?he chair I saw was one that I faintly to
-ecognized as furniture of some pre- t
ious experience, slim legged, grace
aully curved and brocaded. Brocaded ~
as the word. I studied it until I fell
The sun, shining through the protect- G(
xl windows, instead of glaring into ed
ur lodge door, showed my father sit
ing in the same position when I woke a
d Skenedonk at my side. I liked the a
dlucated Iroquois. He was about ten gr0
Fears my senior. He bad been taken 3
o France when a stripling and was
much bound to the whites, though liv
ing with his own tribe. Skenedonk
ad the mildest brown eyes I ever saw
utside a deer's head. He was a bald l
[dian with one,small scalp lock.
I tossed the cover back to spring out he
f bed with a whoop. But a woman
in a high cap with ribbons hanging
down to her heels and a dress short
mnough to show her shoes stepped into
he room and made a courtesy. Her
face fell easily into creases when she C
alked and gave you the feeling that it
was too soft of flesh. Indeed, her eyes
were cushioned all around. She spoke
nd Skenedonk answered her inh
French. The meaning of every word
broke through my mind as- fire breaks h
"Mie. de Ferrier sent me to inquire
tow the young gentleman is." a
Skenedonk lessened the rims around iR
is eyes. My father grunted. w
"Dd M.me. de Ferrier say 'the young tIe
;:entleman? " Skenedonk inquired. hi
"I was told to inquire. I am her b
ervant Ernestine," said the woman, pi
her face creased with the anxiety of i:
esponding to questions.
"Tell Mmne. de Ferrier that the young 5t
entleman is much better and will go af
home to the lodges ijoday." tI
She said I was to wait upon him h:
iad give him his breakfast under the w
ioctor's direction." a
"Say with thanks to Mmne. de Ferrier ei
that I wait upon him.". H
Ernestine again courtesiedand made ci
way for Dr. Chantry. ie came in
quite good natured and greeted all of
us, his inferiors, with a humility I then
thought touching, but learned after- a
ward to distrust. My head already
felt the healing blood, and I was raven
ous for food. Ie bound it with fresh
~andages and opened a box full of
glittering knives, taking out a small
sheath. From this he made a point of
steel spring like lightning. d
"We will bring the wholesome lancet
again into play, my lad," said Dr. Chan- i
try. I waited ini uncertainty with my
feet on the floor and my hands on the
side of the couch while he carefully re
moved coat and waistcoat and turned
up his sleeves,
"Ernestine, bring the basin," he coin-e
My father may have thought the doc
tor was about to inflict a vicarious
puncture on himself. Skenedonk, with
respect for civilized surgery, waited.
I did not wait. The operator bared me
to the elbow and showed a piece of
plaster already sticking on my arm.
The conviction of being outraged in my t
per-son came upon me- mightily, and, s
snatching the wholesome lancet, I turn
ed its spring upon the doctor. Hie yell- ~
ed. I leaped through the door like a
deer and ran barefooted, the loose robe t
curdling above my knees. I had the
fleetest foot among the Indian racers, c
nd was going to throw the garment y
away for the pure joy of feeling the
air slide~ past my naaked body, wheh I 0
saw the girl and poppet baby who had y
looked at me during my first conscious- ,
ness. They were sitting on a blanket b
under the tr-ees of De Chaumont's park, g
which deepened into wilderness.
The babya put up a lip, and the girl t
suronnded it wi her arm,- dividine
sympathywith me. -Irmust--av6
m a charming object. Though raven
for food and broken beaded, I for
my state and turned off the road'of
ape to stare at her like a tame d~r.
'he lowered her eyes wisely, ankd I
t near enough without taking fright
see a book spread open on the
Lnket, showing two illuminated
ges. Something parted in me. I
a- my mother as I had seen her in
no past life-not Marianne, the Mo
wk, wife of Thomas Williams, but a
r, oval faced mother with arched
)ws. I saw even her pointed waist
d puffed skirts and the lace around
r open neck. She held the book in
r hands and read to me from it.
dropped on my knees and stretched
arms above my head, crying aloud
women cry, with gasps and chok
s in sudden bereavement. Nebulous
mories twisted all around me and I
ild grasp nothing. I raged for what
d been mine-for some high estate
t of which I had fallen into degrada
n. I clawed the ground in what
ist have seemed convulsions to the
1. Her poppet cried and she hushed
Give me my mother's book!" I stran
d out of the depths of my throat,
di repeated, as if torn by a devil,
ile me my mother's book!"
he blanched so white that her lips
ked seared, and instead of disputing
claim or inquiring about my mother
telling me to begone she was up on
e feet. Taking her dress in her fin
- tips and settling back almost to the
und in the most beautiful obeisance
ver saw, she said:
either in Iroquois nor In Iroquois
ench had such a name been given to
before. I had a long title signify
"Give me my mother's book!"
tree cutter, which belonged to
ery chief of our family. But that
>rd-"Sire!"-and her deep reverence
=ed to atone in some way for what
bad lost. I sat up, quieting myself,
11 moved as water heaves. She put
e missal on the lap of my single gar
mnt and drew back a step, formally
inding. My scarred ankles, at which
Indian children used to point, were
posed to her gaze, for I never would
;on them after the manner of the
)e Chaumont's manor house, facing
winding avenue, could be seen from
iere we were. It was of stone, built
incose a court on three sides, in the
em that I afterward recognized as
i of French palaces. There were a
sat many flowers in the court, and
is covered the ends of the wings.
lthose misty half remembered hunt
;seasons that I had spent on Lake
orge were not without some knowl
ge. The chimneys and roofs of Le
.y de Chaumont's manor often looked
me through trees as I steered my
at among the islands. lHe was a
eat landowner, having more than
),0 acres of wilderness. And he
s friendly with both Indians and
nericans. His figure did not mean
ich to me when I saw It, being mere
a type of wealth, and wealth extends
te po'wer into the wilderness.
?he poppet of a child climbed up and
Id to the girl's dress. She stooped
er and kissed it, saying. "Sit. down.
ul." The toy human being seemed
11 of intelligence, and after the first
otest examined me fearlessly, with
chanting smiles about the mouth and
rhat a child should be the appendage
such a very young creature as the
e surprised me no more than if It
d been a fawn or a dog. In the vivid
oments of my first rousing to life I
Ld seen her with Paul in her arms,
Ld he remained part of her.
We heard a rush of horses up the
enue, and out of the usods came Le
1y de Chaumont and his groom, the
ealthy landowner equipped in gen
ian's riding dress from his spurs to
s hat. H~e made a fine show, whip
tnd on his hip and back erect as a
ne tree. He was a man in middle
:e, but he reined up and dismounted
ith the swift agility of a youth and
*nt his horse away with the groom
soon as he saw the girl run across
e grass te meet him. Taking her
md he bowed over It and kissed it
ith pleasing ceremony, of which I
>proved. But I could not be mistak
iin De Chaumont's opinion of me
e pointed his whip handle at me, ex
"What-that scarecrow, madame?'
BUT look at him," she urged.
"I recognize first," said De
Chjaumont as he sauntered,
"an old robe of my own."
"His mother was reduced to coarse
arge, I have been told."
"You speak of an august lady, my
ar Eagle. But this Is Chief Wil
ems' boy. He has been at the hunt
ig lodges every summer since I came
to the wilderness. There you see his
ther, the half breed Mohawk."
"I saw the dauphin in London, count
was a little child, but his scarred
akles and wrists and forehead are noi
"The dauphin died in the Temple,
"My father and Philippe never be
"Your father and Philippe were very
"And you have gone over to Bona
arte. They said that boy had all th<
-aits of the Bourbons, even to th<
Laping of his ear."
"A Bourbon ear hears nothing bui
onaparte in these days," said DC
haumont. "How do you know this is
1 same boy you saw in London?''
"Last night while he was lying un
nscious, after Dr. Chantry bandaget
is head and bled him, I went in to se(
I mght be of use. He was like som<
ne I had seen. But I did not kno's
im until a moment ago. Hie ran ou1
f the house like a wild Indian. Then
e saw us sitting here and came anc
el1 down on his knees at sight of tha1
aissal. I saw his scars. ec claimec
he hnok na his mother's-a-nd yol
know, count, it was his mother'sr'
"My dear child, whenever an IndLa
wants a present he dreams that yo1
give it to him, or he claims it. Chie
Williams' boy wanted your valuabli
illuminated book. I only wonder h
had the taste. The rings on you
hands are more to an Indian's liking.
"But he is not an Indian, count. H
is as white as we are."
"That signifies nothing. rlenty o
white children have been brought u]
among the tribes. Chief William;
grandmother, I have heard, was :
Not one word of their rapid talk es
caped an ear trained to faintest noise
in the woods. I felt like a tree, we]
set up and sound, but rooted and volc(
less in my ignorant helplessness be
fore the two so frankly considering m(
My father stopped when he saw Mm(
de Ferrier and called to me in Iroquolh
It was plain that he and Dr. Chantr
disagreed. Skenedonk, put out of cour
tenance by my behavior and the stut
bornness of the chief, looked ready t
lay his hand upon hs mouth in sign o
being confounded before white mex
for his learning had altered none of hi
But as for me, I was as De- Chat
mont had said, Chief Williams' bo3
faint from blood letting and twent3
four hours' fasting, and the father'
aommand reminded me of the mother'
dinner pot I stood up erect and dre3
the flowered silk robe around me. I
would have been easier to walk a:
burning coals, but I felt obliged to r(
turn the book to Mme. de Ferrier. Sb
would not take it I closed her gras
upon it, and, stooping, saluted her ban
with courtesy as De Chaumont ha
done. If he had roared, I must hav
done this devoir. But all he did wa
to widen his eyes and strike his le
with his riding whip.
The chief paddled and I sat naked i
our canoe-for we left the flowered rob
with a horse boy at the stables-the su
warm upon my skin, the lake's blu
glamour affecting me like enchantinen
Neither love nor aversion was assoc
ated with my father. I took my hea
between my hands and tried to remen
ber a face that was associated wit
"Father," I inquired, "was anybod
ever cruel to me?"
He looked startled, but spoke harshl:
"What have you got in your head
These white people have been makin
a fool of you."
"I remember better today than I eve
remembered before. I am different
was a child, but today manhood ha
come. Father, what is a dauphin?"
The chief made no answer.
'"What is-n temple? Is it a churc
like ours at St. Regis?"
"Ask the priest."
"Do you know what Bourbon iE
father-particularly a Bourbon ear?"
"Nothing that concerns you."
"But how could I have a Bourbo:
ear if it didn't concern me?"
"Who said you had such an ear?"
"Mme. de Ferrier."
The chief grunted.
"At least she told De Chaumont,"
repeated exactly, "I was the boy sb
saw in London that her father sai
had' all the traits of the Bourbon
Where is London?"
The chief paddled without replyinj
Finding him so ignorant on all point
"Ftewsayo2 vrcult e
of th.o1ratoo oeemn
to ut e dwnI gzedawhle t o
"Father, doa ayo apevenre to wew
This time he answered.
"Bonaparte is a great soldier."
"Is he a white man or ah Indian?"
"He is a Frenchman."
I meditated on the Frenchmen
dimly remembered about St Regi
They were undersized fellows, vel
apt to weep when their emotions wel
stirred. I could whip them all.
"Did he ever come to St. Regis?"
The chief again grunted.
"Does France conme to St. Regis?" 1
retorted with an impatient question.
"What is France, father?"
"Shall we ever go there to hunt?"
"Shall we ever go the other side
the sunrise to huit? France is ti
other side of the sunrise. Talk to ti
Though rebuked, I determined to
it if any information could be got o1
My mother Marianne fed me, an
when I lay down dizzy in the bun
covered me. The family must ha'
thought it was natural sleep. But
was a fainting collapse, which took n
more than once afterward as sudden
as a blow on the head when my fact
ties were most needed. Whether tb
was caused by the plunge upon tl
rock or the dim life from which I hi
emerged I do not'know. One mome:
I saw the children and mothers fro
the neighboring lodges more inte
ested than my own mother, o1
smoky rafters and the fire pit in tV
center of unfloored ground, my cloth
hanging over the bunk, and even
dog with his nose in the kettle. AI
then, as it had been the night befol
I waked after many hours.
If Skenedonk had been there I wou
have asked him to bring me wati
with confidence in his natural servic
The chief's family was a large or
but not one of my brothers and siste
seemed as near to me as Skenedon
The apathy of fraternal attachmne
never caused me any pain. The whc
tribe was held dear.
I stripped off Dr. Chantry's une
durable bandages, and put on n
clothes, for there were brambles aloi
the path. The lodges and the do
were still, and I crept like a hunt
after game, to avoid waking the;
Our village was an irregular cam
each house standing where its own
had pleased to build it on the Ia:
shore. Behind It the blackness
wooded wilderness seemed to stret,
to the end of the world.
The spring made a distinct tinkle
the rush of low sounds through t
forest. It was fine to wallow, .dai
my fevered: head. Physffal relief and
delicious shuddering coolness ran
From that wet pillow I looked up
and thought again of what had hap
pened that day, and particularly of
the girl whom De Chaumont had
called Mme. de Ferrier and Eagle.
Every word that she had spoken
passed again before my mind. Possi
bilities that I had never imagined
rayed out from my recumbent body as
from the hub of a vast wheel. I was
I white. I was not an Indian. I had
a Bourbon ear.. She believed I was a
dauphin. What was a dauphin, that
a she should make such a deep obeisance
l to it? My father, the chief, recom
mending me to the squaws, had ap
peared to know nothing about it.
All that she believed De Chaumont
denied. Tht rich book which .stirred
such torment in me-"you know it was
i his mother's!" she said-De Chaumont
thought I merely coveted. I can see
now that the crude, half savage boy,
3 wallowing In the spring stream, set
that woman as high as the highest star
4 above his head, and made her the hope
S and symbol of his possible best
A woman's long cry, like the appeal
of that one on whom he meditated,
echoed through the woods and startled
him out of his wallow.
[TO BE CONTLNUED.]
igNew Gaines swamp Dwellers.
Recently the British government pub
lished an interesting report on the ape
like swamp dwellers of New Guinea.
This strange race of human beings has
dwelt In the swamps from times which
antedate the oldest native traditions,
and It is evidently on the highroad to
becoming a distinct varlety of animal.
The swamp dwellers have lost three
ELinches in stature and, while retabining
muscular arms and a robust trunk,
have short and slender legs. Walking
always in water or on moist ground,
they have feet with long, fragile look
Ing toes, which they place on the
ground "like wooden feet." Walking on
bard ground makes their feet bleed,
and, unlike - the ordinary natives,
whose skin is everywhere tight and
smQoth, the outline of their loins is ob
scured by folds of skin. "More apelike
than any human being that I have
seen," is the concluding criticism of the
British administrator. It is probable of
course that this effort of nature to cre
ate a new species of amphibious hu
man being with flat swimming and
wading feet and degenerate physique
will be defeated by civilizing agen
cies. Fifty years hence the last recog
nizable specimens of this queer race
will perhaps have incased their paddle
feet in boots. Perhaps their women
will be wearing high heeled shoes. But
the record of their existence is inter
The Ram Feast.
In Morocco thUe strange season of the
Mohammedan new year, beginning
March 9, is generally called "At-el
Hanwela," the ram feast. The people
of Morocco pay more elaborate atten
e tion. to the Item of sacrife than any
other Moslems. In every town a su
preme offering of a ram or he goat
takes place at the door of the principal
mosque. Immediately after it is struck
A by the official imam in presence of the
multitude it Is fiung on the shoulders
of a stalwart Moor, who, exerting his
utmost strength, runs like a deer
through the narrow streets, pursued
by a rabble. The poor animal is pelted
with stones by boys and is jeered at
with execrations from every house, as
It is reputed to be carrying the sins of
the people. The man rushes along with
his burden till he reaches the door of
the cadi's palace. If the animal Is still
breathing, the augury Is excellent, for
good luck is to be expected all through
the year. But If the ram Is dead all
sorts of evil prognostications are mut
The Charitable Americans.
The America.ns are looked upon' by
the peoples of Europe as the most
wasteful persons In the world, and
they do spend their money with a free
dom unknown elsewhere because they
have the money to spend. But with all
their apparent carelessness there Is no
country in the world nor Is there rec
ord of any In which the people devote
so much to the welfare of the unfortu
nate and the wretched. The practice
d has become a habit and is looked upon
Lr rightly enough as an obligation. No
one can free himself from It. Every
one has a neighbor somewhere, and he
wIll not fulfill his obligation merely by
denying himself of some luxury or
pleasure unless the self denial bene
fits his unfortunate neighbor.-Phila
s- Happiness9? Sooth to say, It does not
' exist, or, rather, destiny serves it out
-e to us In fractions, in small doses, ho
meopathically. Happiness is made up
of halts. In the rough road stage of
life, so long and yet so short, there are
L furtive moments when we sit down by
the wayside and would gladly stop
there, go no farther, sleep a little on
the good earth which will one day em
brace us. And Immediately the march,
Smarch, of Bossuet rnings out and urges
ie us on. A halt? Why? U~p and on,
e quick; we must hark forward; life con
tinues. We rise and take up our bur
1 den agaIn. March! March!-Jules Cla
Would Help Her Out.
~Mrs. Hiram--You may stay until
' your week Is up, Bridget, but when
t you go I must tell you I won't be able
le to write you a letter of recommenda
l. Bridget-Don't let yer want of eddi
Is cation Imbarrass ye, madam. Oi'll
e write it fur ye, an' ye can make yer
d mark to it.-Philadelphia Press.
mHardly a Love Match.
r.. Miss Smilax-And so Miss Passe and
ir Mr. Gotnixc really got married. Was it
ie a love match?
as Mary-On the contrary, I should call
a it a hate match.
id Miss Smilax-Why? I don't under
e, stand you.
Mary-Why, she hated to be en old
d maid, and he hated to be poor.
Happy boys! Enjoy your plyime
rsnow and come again to study and to
k.feel the birch rod and the ferule to
morrow. Sport, boys, while you may,
le for the morrow cometh with'the birch
rod and the ferule, and after that an
n. other morrow with troubles oft Its own.
- Their Privilege
s Applicant-And If we want certain
r changes made in the flat
Janitor-Well, when people want 'em
very bad they generally move.-Brook
e lyn Life.
of something Missing. .
h Little Mildred, aged three, said one
Iday when she stood up:
"isn't it funny when folks stand up
;me , haven,+ any ia?'-Little Chron
Good Things to Eat,
Good Things to Wear.
Good Things at the
On Dress Goods, Millinery Goods and Low
Out Shoes for the next TWO WEEKS.
Lots said in few words, but Bargains is
what we offer you for the next two weeks.
COME TO .SEE US.
Avant Mercantile Co.,
SUMMERTON, S. C.
When you are in need of Belting, Oils, Lace Leather, Valves,
Fittings of any kind I will make it to your interest to call on me.
I can now offer you Stoves and Ranges at any price.
Crockery, Table Cutlery, Scissors and Shears. Fruit Jars.
Everything to pleasjiZQ nd the prices right.
Keep your eye on my stock of Paints and 03igLocks, Hinges,
Tin and Nails. Everything you may need in the7vay of-Fine
Saws. Hatchets and Hammers. 's.
I now have the prettiest, largest and best stock of Guns that
has ever been in town. Also Shells, Shot, Primers and Powder.
Call on me and be treated right.
J. F. DICKSON,
Next Door to Levi's.
Sc~I dilaeD, Take Nofc
TE PESCRIPTION DRUG STORE,
CAPERS & co., Proprietors,
SUMMERTON, S. C.
Look to Your Interest.
Here we are, still in the lead, and why suffer with your eyes when you
can be suited with a pair of Spectacles with so little trouble?- We carry the
Celebrated HAWKES Spectacles and lasses,
Which we are offering very cheap, from 25e to $2.50 and Gold Frames at $3
to $6. Call and be suited.
W. M. BROCKINTON.
To Our Friends Patrons,
We are now entering the seventh year of our business life among
you, and as in the past, we wish to thank you for the confidence and
liberal patronage you have bestowed upon us, and to renew our
every effort to merit the same in the future.
We have each year tried to do something tha-. would indicate ad
vance and progress of our business, and are now enlarging upon our
floor space and will improve our facilities for serving you by adding
new lines to our already varied stock of merchandise.
We ask that one and all call and see our new7 apartment and let
us show you the nice things we have for housekeepers. In our
we have more than THIRTY PATTERNS OF PLATES. We have
fifteen styles of Cups and Saucers to select from. We have the latest
things in Bowls and Pitchers, in Granite and Semi-Porcelain.
Anice lot of Open and Covered Dishes and an endless variety of
staple goods, such as are used in every home each day. It is our in
tention to make this one of the leading features of our business.
We hate another lot of that truly royal line of
<iO. K. COOK STOVESD
on or foor, ad a wehav 1al the designs made by their makers
we will be pleaed tosav our friends call and see them before the
stock is broken. A five years' experience selling these Stoves mn
competition with others from our own store has demonstrated their
as sueirt ove oher makes. We are prepared to back our
judmt sperior oe that their cooking qualities are unexcelled
bydgmny ithr mofoes and that they will wear longer and with
stand the effects ofs the fuel used here better than any other make of
stove sold in the South of the class to which they belong.
We are always glad to deal with our mill mey and farmer pat
rons and to consult with them regarding their needs.Wepaeur
selves at their service to make use of our experience for their benefit.
Again thanking all for the liberal patronage of the past, we are
8 Maninlg Hardware Co.