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n three days elapsed; and J
dth, returning from the double I
neral of her father and sister, doff
her mourning for a gown less somb
and more suited to the atmosphere
a sickroom,. then relieved the nur
in charge of Alan.
He remained as he had been ev
since the faling of the thunderbolt
In absolute coma.
But he lived, an&-or the physicia
lied-must soon regain consciousne:
Kneeling beside his bedside Judi
prayed long and earnestly.
Wien she arose it was to answ
a tap upon the door. She admitt
Tom Barcus and suffered him to le
her into the recess of the windo
where they conversed in guard
tones in spite of the fact that t
subject of their communications cou
not possibly have heard them.
"'ve come to tell you somethint
Barcus announced with characteris1
awkwardness, "rve known it f
three days-ever since the weddil
In fact-and kept it to myself, n
knowing whether I ought to tell y
yet or not."
He paused, eyeing her uncertain
"I am prepared," Judith assur
"You're nothing of the sort,"
countered, argumentative. "!
couldn't be. It's the most amazi
thing imaginable...- See here..
"You understand, don't you, t]
Alan must never know that Rose v
killed by that lightning stroke?"
"What. do you mean?"
"I mean," the man floundered m
erably, "you see, he loved her so
thought-rm sure it would be best
if you can bring yourself to it-to I
him. go on believing ft wasn't Ro
who iras killed, but Judith. And tha
skating so close to the truth that
makes no difference: the Judith Al
knew and the Judith I knew in t
beainninz is gone as completely
not Rose had be
pause, the girl ask
I understand. But
don't understand th;
nsent to this propo
f to a deception whi
- - n through all my 1.
to come-Alan would consider me I
"Well, but-you see-you are I
wife. . . . Oh, don't think rm off x
bat. -rm telling you the plain, unv:
Dished truth. You are Alan's wi
.. No, listen to me. You reme
ber that day In New York when y
substituted for Rose, when Alan tri
toeoewith her, .and you wet w
*We are recomim
is 8 per cent. phosphoi
monia, and one per cent
-We employ a chemist
time to analyze everyt
see that all our goods:a
sbhould be before they:
8-2%z-1 analyzes 9.25, i
are getting a better' go
and a better goods tha
is the way we do busii
'demonstrator for the E
this section can make
vWithout applying any
times happens when y
it is necessary to pouir
get it to pump wvater,
3 little potash in your
your soil a little mfore
~then von have the sati
-:you1 have some potash
-you have put some the
So we are earnest
for your cotton and e~
really- gettingo 9.25-2.72
.fortune. The most of
heavily for some years
goods will give your ci
is a choice goods.
An erson Pho
To Run for Sherif Greenyine Co
W. Mills Mooney of Greenville
teaefor sheriffof Greenvill
Picture Drama of the Same Name
UniverI= Film Co.
"h m &1%X"T48 Blgne 24An".
dhs from the Picture Production
by lonis Joseph Vane
him to Jersey City, and'idad up to be
married by a preacher-guy named
Wright-and Marrophat broke in just
at the critical moment and busted up
* the party?"
"Well?" she demanded breathlessly.
ad Barcus produced a folded yellow pa
Spe r from his coat pocket and prof
of fered it.
se "Read that. It was handed to me
. as best man, just before the cere
er mony. Seeing it was addressed to
Alan and knowing he was in no frame
of mind to be bothered by telegrams,
s I slipped it into my pocket and forgot
s. all about it temporarily. When I
caine to find it, I took the liberty of
reading it. But read it for yourself."
The typewritten lines of the long
d message blurred and ran together al
most indecipherably In Judith's vision.
None the less, she contrived to grasp
ae the substance of its meaning.
id "WHY DIDN'T YOU WIRE ME
SOONER," it ran: "MARRIAGE TO
, ROSE IMPOSSIBLE. REV. MR.
c WRIGHT INFORMED ME YOUR
or MARRIAGE TO JUDITH LAST
or WEEK HAD GONE TOO FAR WHEN
ot MARROPHAT INTERRUPTED. JU
DITH LEGALLY YOUR WIFE.
WOULD HAVE ADVISED YOU
Ly, SOONER HAD YOU LET ME KNOW
WHERE TO ADDRESS YOU. HOPE
ed TO HEAVEN THIS GETS TO YOU
BEFORE TOO LATE."
be The message was signed with the
oU name of Alan's confidential man of
ag business in New York.
" When Judith looked up she was
alone in the room, but for the silent
at patient on his couch.
as Slowly, almost fearfully, sh-3 crept
to his bedside and stood looking down
into the face of her husband.
is- And while she looked Alan's lashes
. fluttered, his respiration quickened, a
faint color crept Into his pallid cheeks
et -and his eyes opened wide and
se looked into hers.
t's His lips moved and breathed a word
it of recognition:
he With a low cry of tenderness, the
as girl sank to her knees and encircled
an his head with her arms.
"Judith." she whispered, hiding her
ad face in his bosom, "Judith is no
is more .
it, A pause; and then the feeble voice:
si. "Then, if I was mistaken, if you
caren't Judith. you must be Rose-my
She said steadily: "I am your wife."
IHis hands fumbled with her face,
Lclosed upon her cheeks, lifted her
yhead until her eyes must look into
e. And for many minutes he held her
so. looking deep into the soul of the
ed Thn qmetdiyhe said: "I knew . . .
th THE END.
S~l .RH -
ndl(ing our 8-2 -1, which
ic acid, 2y2~ per cent am
Potash for cotton and corn.
t the fertilizer mfill all the
hing before it goes out, to
~re at least as good as they
:re shipped out, andl our
.72, 1.45. So you see you
Ods than we claim it to) be
n vou pay for. But that
10ss. .M - Long, the f im
state, says the far-mers of
at least one good crop
nore potash. But it some
on install a pump in a well
a little water dlown it to
and~ we have an idea that
fertilizer will mak -that in
q':ickly available. And
sfaction of knowing that
undler your erops because
re, and safety first is the
>rnl this 'ear. Yo:1 are.
-1.45, but that is your good (
?ou have l:een fertilizing
and we are satisfied this
'O)s a goo I "-e i1 iff". It
sphate & Oil Co. d
son, S C.
s von want.
A\. P. & 0. Co.
l he girls' -re t~ on
d Will be held
SMarc held bein
LOW BY TELEPHONE
By LUCY GORTON BARROWS.
"No!" shointed Simon Barclay in a
thunderous tone, crushing out the
fondest of human hopes, immovable
as a rock.
His pretty niece, Hetty, covered her
face with her hands and broke down
utterly in a storm of tears.
"Cruel-cruel!" she sobbed.
"And a last meeting with this gay
gallivanting young man-understand?"
pursued her callous-souled relative.
"You are breaking my heart!
moaned Hetty, and really believing it.
"It isn't because Ned Monroe is
after your little fortune, as most
young fellows are nowadays."
"What-what is it, then?" faltered
"It's because lie's an electrical
maniac. Huh-telephone! Who
heard of such a thing in my young
days? Gossip-breeders, I call 'em!
Worse than'that-catering to laziness.
Tried to get me to put one in my
house. I'd like to see 'em! Now I've
said my say. Drop this beau, or I'll
send you off a thousand miles to my
sister, where you can't see him."
Antiquated, narrow-minded Simon
Barclay had invented a new name
for the most estimable young man in
Redfern. He hated all innovations,
especially a telephone. There was a
reason. Simon had bargained too
slowly in the purchase of a piece of
property he coveted, a shrewd neigh
bor had got to a telephone and out
bid him. He hated telephones after
that, and Ned Monroe in the bargain,
for was not that energetic young man
the head linesman of the district tele
Hetty moped around the house all
day. She was disconsolate. If ever a
girl loved a bright intelligent young
fellow, it was she. As to Ned, she
knew that she was to him as the
apple of his eye. She dreaded meet
ing him, but she was loyal to a prom
ise she had made to her uncle that
there would be no exchange of notes,
no clandestine meetings. Hetty knew
that promptly at 5: 0 Ned would pass
I P_ a
"It's Because He's an Electrical
the old orchard road near the farm.
Fifteen minutes earlier she repaired
to the old tree that had been to them
a favorite trysting place.
Ned came spinning along on his
bicycle, not a moment late, a fine
specimen of a healthy, buoyant
young man interested and happy in
his work. He swung a coil of wire
and his tool bag to the road and was
over the fence in a joyous leap.
"Dear girl!" he said fondly, and
then started at Hetty in alarm. for
she was weeping.
Bit by bit the miserable story came
out. He consoled her, he reiterated
his love. He said nothing of revenge,
elopement or discouragement.
"Little lady," he observed In his
hopeful sanguine way, "all right! If I
can't see you, I can keep on loving
you, can't I?"
"Yes, yes," murmured Hetty bro
kenly, "but I shan't hear--those lov
ing words! Why, not to have you tell
me how you think of me every day-"
"But you shall," announced Ned
definitely. "You have agreed not to
write to me. Don't. You have prom.
ised not to meet me. Keep your
word. I'll arrange all that, but-trust
me to break down this wall of preju
dice. Oceans shan't part us. In the
meantime, until things settle down
Ned drew from his coat pocket one
of the tools he used in putting in
wires. He waved it buoyantly.
"Yonder," he said, pointing to the
barb wire fence, "is a conductor right
at hand. I'll connect up half a mile
down the road with Farmer MIoore's
house line. The feeder will go up
there," and he pointed among the
branches of thc old apple tree.
"Oh, Ned!" cried Hetty, clasping
her hands in ecstasy, "you--you don't
"That I am going to put a tele
phone especially for you up in that
tree. Why, every evening wn can talk
over the line for hours, if W~i'vant to."
"You darling!" exuberated Hetty
breath1Ce'ly. "Oh. how fortunate it
a that you know: all about tela
You Can Reach
It is the home paper, in ti
goods, said George W. Dodd,
factu ring house, before a meeti
"We sell to the merchant
ones advertise in their home
sales reports right now and s
advertising and which are not
us. I've tried it.
'It is a big mistake for the
town can reac ~ erintending
o wspaper s modern eight
-o he bout three miles
''fo fr. Gurs
"I'll be at my task bright and earlyi
tomorrow before your uncle is up and
about," planned Ned. "Come here to.
morrow evening, climb up in the tree.
There's a comfortable seat on the sec
ond branch. Take down the receiver.
Call up 'XX.' I'll arrange with the
switch-board girls as to what that
means. Then-last kiss here, but I'll
send you a dozen over the wires
Oh, the delight of it! That blissful
twilight hour! The deft hand of the
master workman had arranged the
wires so that only a suspicious, search
ing person could have guessed the
mission of the double wire loop run
ning from the fence up into the old
For three consecutive evenings Het
ty sauntered carelessly down the
road. Her uncle supposed she was go
ing to visit the daughter of the farm
er just next to them. Hetty had no
ticed him standing at the door of the
house the last evening of the three,
watching her till she was out of sight.
She made a cautious detour to reach
the old tree.
The fourth evening Hetty did not
start away until she saw Mr. Barclay
busy in what he called his little of
fice, looking over his business papers.
It was quite dusk by the time she
reached her destination.
She had climbed into the tree and
had herself comfortably disposed,
when she was startled by a low quick
whistle. A man came over the fence,
rough looking and sinister. He stood
directly beneath her leafy. shelter.
It was he who had uttered the
whistle and in a few moments a com
rade of the same type slouched into
"Well, how's the outlook?" queried
the first comer.
"Half an hour ago."
"And the old man?"
"In the room where his tafe Is, all
alone. There's a rich haul, partner.
"Mercy!" gasped the startled :-!etty,
as the two strangers disappeared in
the direction of the farm house.
"They are going to rob uncle!" ,
Her wits worked quick. She was
aware that the men folks on the next
farm were not at home. Then a
bright idea occurred to her. She
snatched free the receiver of the tele
"X-X"-oh, quick, please! please!"
she breathed frantically.
And then as ttie connection was
made: "Oh, Ned! come quick, with
help. There are two burglars here
who are going to rob uncle!"
"Will they never come?" she cried,
standing out in the road and looking
townwards. Then her heart took
hope. Two distant sparks grew
brighter, the lamps of a speeding
automobile. Then she could hear the
chug-chug of the flying machine. She
ran out into the road and waved her
Two town officers accompanied her
lover. One guarded the front door of
the house as they reached it. Ned
and the other man went around to the
porch that opened into the office of
"Just in time!" announced Ned, and
he and the officer sprang into the
room. One of the burglars was guard
ing their victim with a revolver. The
other had just lifted his strong box
from the safe..
The officers departed with their
prisoners. Ned explained.
"A telephone did it?" muttered old
Simon, closely hugging his treasure
.box. "B~ut for that--Join hands!" he
said abruptly. "I'm converted, Hetty.
This young man may put in a 'phone
In the morning. As to coming here
regular, I fancy he's earned the priv
And so love by telephone led to
love directly under the home roof.
(Copyright, 1914, by W. G. Chapman.)
DR.0OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES
His Important Medical Discovery
Should Be Recorded in His
There has been a suggestion that
in a memorial to Dr. Oliver Wendell
Holmes some worthy recognition be
made of his incomparable service to
mankind in the discovery and propaga
tion against obstacles that would have
deterred a less honest and sympa
thetic mind of the contagiousness of
childbed fever and its remedy. Lay
persons and unfortunately many in
the profession are unaware of this
epoch-making discovery by a man
whose memory is beloved and hon
ored for his literary attainments
only. A disease which consigned
thousands of recent mothers to un
timely graves was suddenly deprived
of its malign prevalence by the dis
covery of Doctor Holmes that it was
contracted by contact with the doc
tor or nurse and that simple precau
tions by them would prevent its oc
currence. Persecuted in his own
country by the ridicule of great pro
fessors in that specialty, Holmes pur
sued the even tenor of his way until
his idea was accepted in England.
Thence it was carried to the con
tinent, where it was taken up by a
Hungarian physician who reduced the
mraiyin the Vienna hospitals enor
mously. To the latter his countrymen
have erected a monument in Buda
pest, and annually homage is paid to
his memory, while Holmes is barely
remembered in the United States for
this scientfic discovery, which it Is
said he valued more highly than his
Rer~so cannot show itself more
reasonable than to cease reasoning on
things above reason.-Slr P. SIdney.
More People At
e smaller cities, which sells our
agent for a big eastern manu
g of advertising men in ^^ a.
;in these town: e
papers. I can e
how you which
just by th - 1"
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ABOUT WIDOW DOW i
By CLARICE GAINES. pal
(Copyri'ght. 1915, by the McClure News-.
paper Syndicate.) - anc
Jay Dickson frowned over the let- eye
ter from the manager of his houses in N
Dorilton. The houses had been an hin
inheritance from his Uncle Peterby car
and the income from the half dozen eye
little cottages had been an addition '
to his income. Of course, the prop-, hn
erty was sadly out of repair and a
great deal of money had been spent
upon it, still the agent had made Am
many complaints about dissatisfied -
Jay reread the letter. hai
"About this Widow Dow," said the ani
agent, "she lives in the last cottage rig]
at the very edge of the woods, and an3
she says that some of the trees should I
be cut down because the shade makes the
her place damp. I tell you she ought. Mr
not to make complaints when she is rea
behind with her rent-" wa:
"Pshaw!" muttered Jay, thrusting I
the letter Into his pocket. "I'll run of
down there myself and have it out lan
with Mrs. Dow." ten
The next day, quite unknown to pla:
Agent Green, Jay Dickson alighted in I
from the train at the Dorilton sta- j
tion and took a short cut through the pua
woods to reach his property.
He was not prepared for the huge I
black woman who waddled across the due
garden with a heavy foot. Her woolly Do
hair was tied up in a snowy turban the
and her white gown was immaculate. her
"Are you Mrs. Dow?" asked Jay. we
The woman looked at him shrewdly. whi
"I am Amada Dow," she admitted.
"Mr. Green wrote to me about you,
Mrs. Dow; he said you wanted some G
trees cut down. I will see him about sho
the matter." wh(
Jay, puzzled at finding his agent nev
had rented one of the cottages to bu
other than white people, pursued his ;
way through the street toward the dla
agent's office. Near his destination dso
he was just in time to snatch a young son
woman from under the wheels of a firs
racing automobile. deli
As it was, they were both flung del
against the curbstone, and the young
woman lay pale and white against any
Jay's arm. is C
"I'll show you," volunteered a A
woman, and she led the way toward con
Jay's row of cottages. plai
She passed them all until she came
to the last one, the abode of the
Widow Dow. A
'1 will go inside with you. The Enj
doctor is on his way now." she sail. out
as she opened the gate. the
Amada Dow met them in the porch, jac
and she took the slender, unconscious pui
form in her arms and bore her up- nio
stairs. where the village doctor ar- out
To go at a bargain. Heavy Unders
Suits at a bargain, sizes 38 to 42. A
at 10c. All 10c Amoskeag Ginghan
A nice line of samnple hats-$2 val
$1; $1.25 values at 75c.
10c p.r pound for hens. 15c per 1
15c per pound for nice butter.
A full line of Chattanooga Plows;
Yours for t
J. W. HE'
PICK E N
Interest Paid a
J. McD. BRUCE,
We have bought the stock of go
B. Waldrop and will close out at cas
pants worth $1.50 to $2.50 to go at 8S
and sweaters to go cheap. A lot 01
keep a general line of fresh grocerie:
Crockery and Glassware at one-half
are going to give away A $25.00 GO
Come in and let us explain it to you
and see. Sale will begin MARCH
Watch contest lasts sixty days. Pr
will pay you to visit this sale. We
We pay highest market price for co'
That will be The Progressive Fa:
.next year-the slogan and battle cry,
trial South and its people who are"
the chief feature of the paper wil-1 b
running throughout the whole twelve
all-under the heading:
Live at Home, Out of Debt,
(A series of 52 articles, one for
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crop folly and into independence.)
You cannot afford to miss this gi
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Nor can you afford to do witi
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Everything that happens In the coun
that is worth printing you will find,
ty paper. As a citizen it is your du
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You want both these splendid I
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!a in a iew inoments. IF
ay Dickson, wandering restlessly
the little garden, could not rid
mind of that lovely face which had
against his shoulder. It was a -
e. spirituelle face, framed in rich,
hair that grew low on her fore
d. The lashes that lay on her
amy cheek were thick and dark
curling. What color were her
Vhat ailed him, anyway? he asked
self fiercely. Never before had he
ed about the color of women's
'he doctor came down and spoke to
er arm is broken," he said.
It's her working arm," sniffed
ada, as she went out.
Mrs. Dow is an artist," explained
doctor in a low tone. "She's been
-ing hard sledding, I understand,
I guess losing the use of her
it hand for many weeks won't help
I am Jay Dickson, the owner or
se cottages. I came down to see
;. Dow," explained Jay, feeling un
sonably elated because his divinity
the Widow Dow-and free!
trangely contented at the outcome
affairs, this most impractical of
lords proceeded to visit his other
nts in the row, and with them
ined to make such improvements
he cottages and grounds as would
ify a. change in the name of the
i the course of time it was trans
ed into Rose Terrace, and it was
to the good taste of the Widow
,, who acted as Jay's adviser in
matter of improvements. During
convalescence the Widow Dow
.t to drive in Jay's big automobile,
le Amada sat, a mountain of
ling pride, in the tonneau.
reen, the agent, was pleasantly
:ked to receive a generous check
n his employer was married. He
er really knew what it was for,
Jay explained to his lovely bride:
f it hadn't been for Green's com
ning letter I'd never have gone
n to see the Widow Dow-and
e other chap might have won her
ut the widow only laughed in her
rhere couldn't possibly have been
other chap," she said, "for there
nly one you, you know."
nd Jay Dickson was supremely
tented with this very lucid ex
n-electric gun, recently invented in
;land, aims to put the powder mills
of business. This weapon reverses
usual procedure by pulling the pro
.ie instead of propellig it This
oss accomplished by a-1 inge
us arrangement of magnet, on the
ide of the tube.
irts at 40c. Men and Boys' '
.11 12 1-2c A. F. C. Ginghams
is at 8c.(
ues at $1.25; $1.50 values at
Ound for hams, 16c in trade.
md points for same.
ods formerly belonging to R.
t. One lot of men's and boys'
)c per pair. A lot of hosiery
Groceries to go at cost. We
. We will also sell a lot of
cost. During this sale we
LD ELGIN WATCH FREE.
Do not stay away but come
2, 1915, and lasts five days.
ices cut on all goods and it
will appreciate your businEss.
ntr produce. Come to see us
CE IN 1915
mers's slogan and battle cry
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affled to fight better"-and
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,months-fifty-two issues in
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ty as well as l1, tle country,
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