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Entered April 28, 1908 at Piokens . -., as second clas matter, under act of Congres of Marh 1
OL XXXV PICKENS, SOUTH- CAROLINA, WEDNESDAY9 ECEMBER 8,
0 secure the biggest crops of corn,
fertilizers m ust be used liberally.
pply at least 5oo pounds to the acre-with
$Y per cent. nitrogei, 8 per cent. available
phc.phoric acid, and 9 per cent. POTASH.
POTASH ,is ,a mogt nimportant factor in corn
ulture. Our ipraictical books for farmers are
yours for *the iaiking-no cost or obligation
0 f any sort, an d :aavast fund of invaluable
normation in them.
- Address. GIRMAN KALI WORKS.
Now York--93 Nassau Street, or Atlanta, GU.-22% So. Broad Street.
By WILL N. HARBEN,
Author of
"Abner Dan.
iel." T h e
Land of the
U IwoSun." '$The
uNorth Wai e
Mystery," Etc.
Copyright. 1903. by HARPER Q BROTHERS
81tat n.seIs my guest, and any
111tM g'tlirl %voul ike y guc to sduch steady glance oil the taco of her friend.
tnatuf girl would like to go to such "You are actually In love with him,"
an affair, and mamma she sid. "What right?"- She sud
George,.do iity me. Don't-don't think clly covered he face.
I'm like the rest of the world, for I'm
not. I hunger for better things, higher "Oh, don't be a goose!" Kitty said.
things, but in this case Ireally don't "We've got work to do before we go
know What to do." P to bed. Your mother and Mrs.Dun
"Then"-he took a 06ep breath, as if leigh are now roiling a delightful inor
tryig to fortify - himself against a sel of gossip under their tongues. I
coning bi)rw-"tlien you are engaged can hear their mumbling voices. 1
to Telfurg?" have an idea. I*can't sleep until I
. ji am not, George. Don't-don't have rid their minds of the belief that
dlIt stion me so closely. I am not hap. George Buckley was hidig oi the
111 I"-- lawn to catch ight of you. That's the
"But he looks upon this affair to. sort of thing women love to circulate.
night as favorable to his suit. is that Wait. I'll fix 'em, and then we'll go
not true?" to bed."
"Ile may, George, but I really don't Descending the stairs and entering
know wh"t to do." the drawing room a moment later, Kit
Miuckley was as pale as t corpse. de ty overheard Mrs. Cranston sying:
b~rushed his brow with a quivering "Yes, thataccount for It. lie was not
i11111d. Invited and was simply jealous n
"Godkgows I have nothing to offer desperate over not seeing her, so he
you," he sa~l In ah low tone. "And It stole Into the grounds. and"
was wrong for nh to thrust myself on "Ohi, my, what an Imaginatlio you
you s I haGe done tonight. Your have, Mrs. Cranston!" Kitty laughed
frends will laugh at me for my des. heartily. "But you are away off. Mr.
Verttion. but I don~t care. Goodby. Buckley explained it to Lydia. e
I shall never trouble you again." was going by here, returiiing from a
"Oh, Gcorge"-but hie hd turned and stag oariy down the street. lie saw
was3 -walking away inI the darkness, the carrilage ixa and noticed tte wheel
She stilled a groan of pain, and then Dcoming off lie called out-I thought
went wto the house. She saw herr I ilard some one-but could not at
umotlyrnd Mrs. Dunleigh In the draw- I tract the attention of the driver, e
bg roomi under the prismatic chade tied to catch up, but could not do so
11r In close conversation, but she pass4 uitil lie was In the. grounds, then the
eu oh and ascended the stairs to the wheel came off, and we were flopping
roo assigned to herself nd Kitty, about in each oter's laps."
Toe latter wa unfastniig her hair "Oh!" Mrs. Cranston exclaimed is
before pier glass and came forward. appointedly.
hertion, eutended.' "Weltha.desseeomrebeaon
id sall yeverineroversthisuayagnatn.e
"OnhGeorge"--it h chair tund coe-and -o oatidntyo hn?
washe faken wh her hs darkness.lydo~tkowi tw
She stayedo' algroin orr paon," a d aegonthenwihLdisge
Mint Cob."u the se he sawhe rs.Caso."h ntso t
moter ind Mrs.in d."g enoyhesethebtongh.ruswtin
ngaroom saide Lydia loisat up cad-ofi!WIculhe wspin
nds opefull atne the usextae t- alhete om,'hrei hI
bro ss ndtohrel n K thaty.My i' se rttlTe
"Yes mad" sid Ktty."~Vy shuld s that neaccents been t. her o
th~ yunggodof ma bekiced nvaited for 200 years. je ou n
sneeed t byourworlfrcedtodee rodee? no et he soje
ly.to ee he dolof is reas sep tl ing toe mgr'nd, and"- tria
in he cariae, hie ahal bad, init, myo didt enmavaton you
dcpam i'ein heglae f eecric "haly, Mrs Cranstpo!" Kott aher"d
lighs, n t~ ierftue f cstl flw- eartd i'slyeg. "Sae hwye' just.
em nd mi th pludts f asqirn Burke, swetuplaied iro Lyda Uvei
laglo'~ nekedwhit shrtedmas bodykingi by her, mestihinromg
of er ~vrslpe'sltro We's~iista marThdown tvhy shetrete such
indc(1! whn GergeBu~ke, the ari'riaep andh Govtrced T~ ele
hin o oe e ztou' i ift~utinth chin off lH alout- thougshe
~ cold I delird tomeo onut ue wit him
"OhKitt, yo ar~a~4tiimg" the adti th aetn fterver w Hyue
holdnot ietatedtha nigt. 1~up ri to atc .~eupi, butdcoull not dids
pmi?~~'ht atout dm? V1~a w unlo he wain. She.ws grong to pt
you do about im ?" heboul in sch a others lpus." loit
"Theatte wul unfoabtenn her hai "Oh!" could avirianon cahed whole
beforuetwopleenslcan ataycaff thewaoos
he had , extnd med.fosargla
ciDon't lect wreyo, ear," sheuk 111cakealngti yulk, u '
"Lide'smadeoriginalyrsatui-g,"psai
a~nd i hrblinto ya crairsot and l~ cov r .Dnegm hnKtyhdlf
i ihci'fac w sit'therohnds.tiinOtet." ihyud hiehrwt
"9 Itay, don't bt if worg you"ksai
~aMissc Cosby.11c "lut vte whotle jting St'sta a altetute"si
lios t-aopefuly an the uinexetedot
liema" toabid ity "Why. shoadrulrdSes ey x~'i
tchat youg todofamanlvbs kd wat mntobemraprncdta
snjeko yobun behid rebshesida.~ m trey- r.Iral hiksemdui
nto at-c cia itge, whyi a half r baldity -cimd o yda h
dor lstm treesery th glare oft elneihecnled h asbrlt~ ov
lights, all thdp perumet kof costly nobew- aet h it.Klytl;o
r anad eaudits ro~m~ofaqurgm- ieesy tdgtii oh h a
l~tikle's ove bu as ureas ate "stllfo tat onest teem moe easud
be; ti hssgilt ifyou egraedbyur- "ok sa red Mr yu-ll "I clare
gt~thuli. casetolov yo ai(Iwo lyo marie vryig! -ths tdyn twme,
trh crhisgiat hartto omeothrdoiegth fotheera thinutes, rther stoo
caliceto ake hatmuttthooughystagy-,teroma tclote, dont you thoink?"
b~ipy. hatdo car i~ut is ar el ginto ttyto i wIth Lda, s4ihe hd
hf? apolon sid 0~q thefirs ejtoy . hersll abtl yonht abut tinkh
hl~ namehandhGeorgeIain't smay.beretty!iThey
t~ipfhrt o It."Lday tatil nkace sohas ienio-he
* upshnpi~d ~xd'~iliaty for 200ktt years.H ve yousawke
benitoue? Adytteojc
of>N italsto ivnhl h vn
but ItiyJkcnev siv Wys. 1Citty knelt
at the bedside for several minutes; then
she rose, with a sigh, and got tback
under the covers. "If it will do you
any good," she. said, "I'll tell you I've
been praying about this thing. I don't
believe God pays the least attention to
people who pray about wet weather-ini
dry season or dry weather in twet,.Ut,
somehow I believe he listens.-.whenyou I
call his attention to real -downirtht
heart suffering.. I told him I was at
the end of my rope and thathL*eought
to try to help you and George - out ,,Qf
the mess you are in. You are bouth too
good and sweet and noble. to"- There
was a sudden catch in Kitty's voice,
and a sob struggled into her-throat and
shook her from head to foot.
"Now, what's the matter with you?"
Lydia suddenly exclaimed, anl -she
turned over and put her arms .about
her friend. "Don't, don't, Kitty!" Then
they eried silently together until they
fell asleep.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
IIE next morning, atter .his re
turn from Atlanta, George met
Bascom Truitt at the ware
house.
"Brought yore mother in with .me,".
he said. "I left 'er up at the postoffice
readin' a letter. She'll be down -direct
ly. I missed you at the reunion, but I
heard you was on hand. Lord, I missed
the sidewalk, they tell met I met some
old friends that kept me full :toAthe.
neck through the whole business. -1
couldn't toot my bugle."
"That's one way to celebrate," George
said, with a smile, as Truitt was turn
Ing away.
A few minutes later :Mrs. Buckley
came into the office. She wore a check
ed gingham sunbonnet and it was
pulled well down over her ,face. In
her hand she held a letter. By her
silence and agitated manner George
knew she had received unpleasant
news. lie placed a chair for her near
his desk and resumed his own seat,
wondering what could have happened.
"You have a letter from father," he
said tentatively.
"Not fron him, George, but It's from
up thar. It's from .the prison doctor."
She was silent a noment, then she
continued: "Yore pa's bad off, George.
The doctor thinks he's had a serious at
tack. It's that old hurt place in his
head that he got when he fell off the
wagon fifteen -year ago. The doctor
cayn't tell how it'll come out, but he
says I'd better be -up thar. Yore .pa
keeps axii' fer me. I eayn't refuse
'im, George." The speaker suddenly
paused and applied her handkerchief to
her eyes.
"Well, you can go, of course," said
George.
"Oh, kin I?".she exclaimed. "I was
afeard you wouldn't want ine to. I'd.
rather go, George. I sorter hardened
my heart agin 'Im when he -was stout
an' well, but now.ie's sufferin','.I want
to be with 'im." She broke down and
began to cry again.
"There is nothing on earth to hinder
you," said her son, who was deeply
touched by her emotion, "and if you
want me to do so, I'll go, too, mother.
He's my father--the only one I ever
had, and"
"One of us will be enough," said Mrs.
Buckley. -"But, George, I've been
studyin' since I got this lettr. I never
thought of it before, but I never
knowed yore 1)a to do a dishonest act
till he htad that fall an' hturt his head.
I read int the Index t'other day whar a
good man had got a lick in thte head
ant' it made a demon out o' himt till the
doctors operated on hinm an' cured '1m.
Oh, George, it may be that ai-way in
yore pa's case, ant' thetm twelve men
an' the judge jest sent-a pere sick mtan
off for wh-at hte couldn't help. It wasnt't
manage~d right. Somebody ought to
~a' fetched .up itat .point, ie mighty
night miade life unbearable for us all,
but thte chain gang wasn't the place for
a man in his condition."
Shte had pushted back her bonnet and
her gray eyes were flashing rebellious.
ly. George wad deeply moved.
"Thtat's right, tmothter," he said ad.
miritngly, htis fine face aglow, "stick to
him. I remember, when I was a very
little fellow, that ho was. kintd and gen
tle with me, and although lhe treated
mue pretty badly after I grew up I never
could forgot .that period. Yes, you
must go to him and do all you can for
his comfort. I'll pay for it."
"Oh,. George, George!" the old wom
an cried, standing up. "It don't senm
right for you to"
"1 want to do it, mother," he said
simtply and firmly. "You must take the
night train, and rememiber, you are te
spare no expense."
"I said I felt relieved to have 'im go
off," whimpered -Mrs. Buckley, "but
after awhile I missed '1m, an' of I could
'a' had 'i m back without the responsi
bility of what he'd do I'd 'a' beoen
willin'. Whnme 'n' '1m got married
picked yore pa out of a thousand men.
I was so proud of 'im, an' was the hap
piest woman alive for several years
after you was born. George, of he gita
well and servos his time out I think iso
'ni' '1m had better move otf somers
wvhar we.don't conflict with yore inter
ests, I see my duty clearer now. 'I'll
~stick to 'im fer better or worse as' long
as me or 'im lives."
George Buckley's head sank for an
instant, then he looked - up and -gage
at her tentderly.
"There is nothing, .mother, that .can
keep mne fronm being with you and him.
When his time is out we'll all live to
gether. I've made up my mind on that
pmoitnt. ie's a convict, and I wvant
things differetnt, but he's my'father and
you are mhy mthter, antd that settles it."
Thte old womian started. away. She
had reached the door, but .turned haek
and stood near him. "George," she
said huskily, "you are a good boy," and
thten she slowly walked away,
Sihe camne in aboutt the middle of the
afternoon ready for her trahti, and as
he wvas walkimg with he eo.taats.
alon.
"I dontt ithifik I ort t keep back a
thingIftom..you/George,' -he said, "an'
I'm goin'1to tOll :YoU -some'n' I did that
.Idonttiteeltight:about."
%What wasthat, 'mother?"
"George"-she, looked .-up hesitating
y, as If dreadng -hls displeasure-"I
svod ,Lydia Cranston .ag'ln. Jeit a day
or two before.she aiccepted the govern
or's invite to Atlanta she driv out honi
tin ihar.:buggy -an' tcome in to Hoe n.
Shedidnu't aux me-not .to tell you. bul
I'm sure she wouldn't want you it
know. She told mue all about her tron
ble, cryin' like 'et heart ud break. Het
pa-wasin a eritlealeonditioni an' want
.ed :er to go. an' 'or mia was dingrdong
In' !at .'er night an' - day. Slie didn'i
ieay .right.-out .that -she loveI you. bu
.her anttons suid It. -un' ;site knowed
understood. She don'.t dike that mat
a bit, but her pa wants 'er to narr
'im, an' .she's afeard it will kill 'Im e
she,ref uses. 'George, she axed me righ
out .what I ethought she ort to do, an
.to save niylife I didn't know-I couldn'
tell. She-told me she loved me, George
that'her own mother never'd been.goot
to 'er.an' never understood 'er an' tha
she'd.come tosmo.fer advice. I hugget
her up in my arms, an' she sobbed lik(
a -buby, 'but we never got no. nighet
solin' itho fiddle. When she went
down to the big party the governor
give-l9r, I2thoughte maybe she'd decid
ed to marry to suit 'er-folks."
'"She has," Buckley said, swallowing
his emotion. "But let's not talk about
It. That's all over, mother. She and I
live in absolutely different worlds."
"No, you don't, nuthor," said Mrs.
Buckley. "She's jest a good, natural,
lovin' woman that wants Ato d6 her
duty accordin' to her lights, but thar
is a sight agin you both, an' thar's no
gittin' round it. A heap o' people blame
She brokerdown atn4 began.to :ery sayan.
a sin like yore ,pa's on a-child. an'.that
family, folks tell me, has never mixed
with crIme o' any sort."
"It was all my fault," lhe answered
sadly. "I .ought not to have vlsIted
their :house so much. My trial wvill
come, mother, when she is "oifare's
wife. I get desperate when I 'think.
of-that."
"WVell, try not to think of it," she
said.
-Her truin .was comning,. and lhe went
to buy her tickeot. He found her a
seat and'then kissed hergoodby.
"Telegraph if you need me," hie said.
"I'll come on the first train'."
CHAPTERl XXIX.
THE next morning, when George
-was .alone .In the otlice, a inid
-dIe aged, liard faced country-.
man slouched in.
"Is this [Hillyer's warehouse?" he
.asked.
"Yes," said George. "Anything I can
do for you?"
"Wecll, not exactly for nie," said the
man, "but old Squire Deck-I reckon
you know him, over In Gilmar?"
"I know of him," George responded.
"Well, lie sent rme 'to ax ef you uns
would let 'im put his will in your safe
--that Is, ef you got one; the squire
didn't know whether you had or not."
The man11 wvas looking about tile room.
"I don't see none, I'm shore."
"It's there In 'the vault," George ex
plained, pointing to the big steel door.
"Oh, it's in thar? WVell, I reckon it's
good an' stron~g."
"One of the best in the country,"
George said, 'leaving his high stool
and opening the outer deer.
"One o' them com-combination
locks?"
"Yes-that's it. Did you bring the
paper with you? We -are always glad
to accommodate .people."
"No; I didn't fetch it. lie told me to
inquire.- I never did like the notion a'
them -combination locks, as for's I'mn
concerned.'- said the man. "Too many
folks has got the password Into 'em.
Now, a good, stout key that shoves a
steel bolt into a good, strong socket is
hard to beat."
-"I'm the only one about here that
knows'-this combination;" Buekley ex
plained p'olitely. "We change it quite
-cOtegtQ 2 10ren Mr. Hlillyer doesn't
keep up with it unless I'm going away."
"Oh, -MweU, I. 400kondt wvill ,be satE
enough, an' 3fil tell the squire about it
when I go. back."
The huen: tupinedi out of A be -ware.
hoeactosed tie t'ailwsy Atracks and
mskedo enI he bowas in1 he- woods on
the *dge of thre village. Here he was
met by two other men who, glancing
about furtivelj, camne out into the open
to ny.et h im.
Oeorge had considerable work to do
that night in the office. The safe was
already closed and the front and rear
doors of the building were locked and
burred. Countrymen often came about
the warehouse early in the evening,
and, as he wished to be undisturbed, he
closed the door to keep them from
knowing he was there. He also closed
the heavy -wooden shutters of the front
w~indvs that the light of his lamp
inglit not show through to the street.
lie woriks1 on unlolnelamua of the pas
-a-e of time from 8 o'clock until near
midnight. Suddenly he detected a
outnd like the crunching of a grain of
w.he'at under foot, anud, looking round,
he siw three nien standing behind him
with leveled revolvers.
-What does this mean?" he ahked,
h)s eyes fixed on the rigid face of the
manwho he(, recognized as his visitor
of that afternoon. "Is this a trap?"
"That's about the size of it, young
man," was the cool reply. "Now, you
keep yore sent on that stool an' don't
r bat yore eye. The fool on my left's
I got a gut that's powerful easy on trig
ger, an' it's all he kin do to keep his
finger up. Don't shoot 'In. Bill, till
I've give 'im a chnnce."
"What is it you want?" George asked,
t He was not frightened, but the situa
'tion certainly .was a grave one, and
iehe felt that he had little, if any, chance
for his life.
"We are-mountain hoosiers," said the
leader of the men, "but we hain't fools
by a long shot. We know our business
as well as you know yore'n, an' thar's
no need tellin' you of you don't git a
move on yoreself an' open that safe
you'll never open it ag'in."
"That's it, then?"
"Yes, that's it. This Is one time when
you've got to knuckle ur git the wust
of it."
George glanced toward the front
door.
"You needn't be lookin' fer a way
out," said the mountaineer, "an' you
needn't expect the night watchman to
be paciln' along by here. le's dead
drunk. I know, kase I furnished the
liquor an' seed it take effect."
"So you think you can fox, e me into
this thing," said George. "Do you
know, I'd rather die right here than
let you rob that safe while it is in my
care?"
"Oh, come off; you are'no fool, Buck
ley. Open the safe. We are not here
to palaver. At -least Say :positive
whether you will or not. I'll jest give
you sixty seconds by that clock up
thar. Boys, of he don't open the safe
in one minute from now pull down on
'in an' don't miss fer all you do. You'd
ruther die, had you, Buckley? Well,
-we'll see if that's so or not. He's a
t'hip oft'n the old block, boys. is
daddy couldn't keep his hands off'n
other folks' things, an' his life wasn't
at stake. He'll wilt, all right."
"So that's the reason you thought I'd
.glve .in," soid George, now quite pale,
his lips quivering.
., "Well, that's one reason," said the
man. "But what's the use o' talkin'?
Time is passin'. Jest another halt min
ute, boys. Git ready. lie may be fool
enough to want to defy us."
Hundreds of thoughts flashed through
George .Bucliley's brain. There was,
indeed, a large amount of money in
the safe, and thousands of dollars of
it belonged to poor people w%,ho had
brought it to him and Hlillyer in abso
lute faith as to its security. Could lhe
gIve up their money to save his own
life, andl
"Another quarter," said the leader of
the meni. "I'll count six, anid of he
~dontnmove. when .I say six, lpull doewn
together. Listen! That's the 12 o'clock
train. Fire jest as it's puasa', boys.
WVe won't take no resk on the sound
reach in' outside."
George heard the coining .trajin. 'rho
rumnble of it was felt in the w~alls of
the bitilding. The mountaineer was
measuring its approach by counting
slowly: "One-two-three-four"'
"Put down your guns," said George
Buckley. "No man can expect another
to sacrifice -his life for a little money.
I've done the' best I can. I'ut down
your guns."
"That's the talk, young feller. Yoti
are no fool. For a minute you tuck
this thing so durn cool I thought you
wvas goini' to commit suicide. But keep
'im coveredl, boys. We dlon't take no
chnnces on him, nur no other chap."
"You needn't he afraid," said George,
wvith .a cold, hard smile. "You fellows
are simply too much for me. 'Theay say
every maon las his price; I reckon
you'll give me part of the money. I
wanit to leave( the c'ountr-y. They wvill
all say3 I was concerned in it-because
of amy father. Is that understood-I'm
to get par't?"
"Yes, that's understood," said the
leader eagerly. "Boys, we'll .have to
divide with 'im-he's the right sort."
The traini rattled by. George left his
stool and went to the safe. With a
hand that gleamed like that of a dead
man's in the lamplight, lie twirled the
combinatoion bolt back and forth; then
lhe suddenly turned to them, passing
his hand wearily over his brow.
"Look here," ho said, "I'll have to
confess that you've rattled me.I
chanuged the lock today, and the letters
of the combination have slipped my
nuind."
"Ahi" -snarled the iman add~ressed,
"You can't come that ona us. Boys, hie's
tryini' to gain time, ie thinks we
cayn't git in the safe. Sock It toe the"~
"Ihold on!" George held up his hand,
still smiling mechanically. "Don't 07
off the handle. I can figure out tihe
combination in a few minutes if you'll
only take those blasted giups off nie
and stand back. I'mi not ma*de of
stone. Ihow can a sman get his mind
on a thing like that while you are
pointing revolvers at him. Leave mue.
alone a minute. I'm with you, but give
me a minute to collect myself-to think
it out."
Tfhe leader laughe~d. "Boys," he said,
* fro boeot nied,)
"CRAIG BROS9
After several weeks of silence we come before the readers
of the Sentinel-Journal to talk about our business, as all mer
chants blow their own horn.
We are glad to st.te we are still growingin volume of busi
ness, each month climbing over the same onc of the past year.
We are still sticking on like a leech to the ONE-PRICE Cash
System. We are glad to see the people appreciate such a
method and show their appreciation by giving us such a liberal
share of their trade.
We sball continue in the future to deal honestly with our
trade.
We wish to extend a cordial invitation to EVERY LADY
in the county desiring to purchase DRESS GOODS etc. to
give Mrs. Freeman a call. She always tries to please. She has
a nice line of
Dress Goods, Trimmings, Jackets,
Shawls and Fascinators
And many other things to numerous to mention.
SHOES! SHOES! SHOES
We are full upon shoes most of them at the old price. Don't
forget the old reliable "STONE CRUSHER" for rocks, mud,
ditch etc. only $1.25 per pair.
GROCERIES.
You can always find most anything in the line of Groceries
at right prices, plenty of COFFEE Green and parched. We
sell nothing but the best FLOUR. Have purchased large
quantity before the advance. Don't forget us.
PRODUCE.
Before we close we desire to state to the people of Pickens
Co., that our experience in the produce line, CH ICK(ENS,
EGGS and BUTTER has been long and Are know our busi
ness, no one doing justice to himself and us can afford to pay
higher prices than we can. We appreciate your business and
shall do all we can for you, paying you the worth of your pm
duce and offering our goods at right prices. Come to see us.
IMAM
Craig Bros.~c
One-Price Cash Store.
A nA"I
WVe ate before the readerIC1s of thle Sen t~tir4.J o1orna1
their paitro~n ge fo r fall and winter business. We are pn vr
(to sa1ve youl moneyl( on3 your purchases of all l~ indls of
Dry Goods and Shoes,
We' huy our goodsi for cash, gol ting I ho lowest price', for'
c Lsh coutsitt. Our store iB run with the 10u8t pos~sibLio Oue
We are saltisfied with smnall protfits. Conu'ldering I so advan
tages, we can alft'ard to sell Dry Gioods and Shoes ai ve(y l tw
prices. We huave the largest and miost comnplete stock tha t uo
have e3ver carried. We cannot tell all we hav~e, buit to munI it up,
we ha'vr. anyl thinig you want inl cidton or' woolb-ni dresi goods ,
cottoni1,3 flanne , wool 1&ii annela, anll13, b)11a iitS(i lil iu , ull
women's and chiildlren's uniderwear and ho03:iery, mnI'. :-bbt,
- ollars, o'fe. Shoes of cvery dlescription; no0 man (enn t ow-i u * on
shoesl. Bluy of us, andl if goods are not as we replresenI t them ii
your' money1'3 cheoIIrfIuleude3 L. Cal anid we will cou dl I:e('I y u
A. K. Parke Greenville, S~ C. /
ON THE RIGHT INE
The bt ter-clas of -pooilo approciato (Go:>d Qualit y, ( andTIw t. -.
meont and Right &Iethods. .Of this I am more convinle .i every da ,'.
Ni y Businoeeiss~aisiu ol these priIciples and is growing raid1ly.
I aml especil.i~pleased.withi the growth of miy trade.(l Mv Iust 7m
ers KNOW that IPhantdle only:the BEST,
Dry 'Gods,
GtIoceries
and Shoes,
And that every transaction is on the Satisfacotion Guaranteed plan.
Buy your Supplies of me and be-convinced.
YOURS TO PLE A S,
R..R. ROARK.

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