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;; SCENE OF TRAGEDY
Visitor in the Homo of Mrs. Marth?
Crosby Assassinated One Night and
Few Days After, Her Son Commits
Waltorboro, June 13.?Monday night
Charlie Jones was shot by an unknown
party at the home or Mrs. Martha
Crosby, near Smoaks. It seems that
Mrs. Crosby had some men running
her crop for her, but. on account of
some disagreement, 1 id stopped work.
Mr. Jones was at tu r home Monday
afternoon making arrangements with
her about taking charge of her crop.
It being late in the afternoon Mrs.
?Crosby went into the kitchen to pro
pare supper, and Mr. Jones went out
side to feed the hogs lor her. On com
ing back to the house, Mr. Jones was
on the piazza talking to Mrs. Crosby
when two shots were fired from a dou
ble-barreled gun, a few shots striking
him in the hand and tho rest in the
body. One barrel of the gun waB load
ed with buck and small shot. Mr.
Jones went Into the kitchen and said to
Mrs. Crosby, "I am shot." He then
went back^ to the piazza and said, "I
am killed." and fell to the floor and
died almost Instantly. Mrs. Crosby
gave tho alarm immediately to her
nearest neighbors, and the coroner
was notified, btu failed to get there.
The deputy sheriff being in the neigh
borhood, was also notified, and while
a few miles away, was met and told
that it was done by an unknown party.
He then returned to Walterboro.
? Oertain parties in the community
are said to have advised Jones one
or two days prior to shooting that it
would be well for him to "get up and
get" with whatever he had. Up to
3 o'clock Tuesday afternoon no in
quest bad been held, and the body
of the dead man lay where It fell.
The coroner of Colletoi) could not be
reached, and a magistrate was Inac
Son Commits Suicide.
Walterboro, June l.r?.?A second
tragedy this week has been reported
from the Little Swamp section in the
upper part of this county; the first
being that of Charlie Jones, who was
assassinated Monday night from am
bush while visiting at the home of
Mrs. M. L .Crosby; the second being
that of Laurie Mrosby. a young white
man, son of Mrs. M. L. Crosby, who
committed suicide near his home
Thursday morning. The coroner's
jury returned a verdict In the case of
Jones that ho came to his death from
gunshot wounds at the hand of
unknown person or persons; the ver
dict in the ease of Crosby is that he
came to his death from gunshot
wounds at his own hand.
Crosby's wife stated that he came
home Thursday morning desiring to
get something to drink. She had
some wine in the smoke house, a
small outbuilding, btu told him that
she had lost the key. Without say
ing anything to her, he took his gun
,^and going a short distance from the
?ouse, it i:, presumed, placed the muz
zle of the gun against his temple,
blowing tho top of his head off, killing
himself instantly. When found, his
body was lying across the gun
Coroner Rhode and Sheriff Fox were
Immediately notified and held the in
quest over his remains. Thursday
night, the verdict being as above.
The sheriff has accepted a theory
that Crosby killed Junes, and no
arrests have followed.?Tho State.
FOR FLOOD Sl'FFKRFRS.
Mr. A. C. Kaufman Acknowledges
Check for Fund Subscribed b> Lau
Replying to the letter of The Ad
vertiser several weeks ago, in which
letter was enclosed a check for $2">
for the flood sufferers of the Mississip
pi valley, Mr. a. C. Kaufman, of Char
leston, writes as follows:
Near Charleston, S. C. June 1.".. 1912
Editor The Laurens Advertiser:
I hn\? tho honor to acknowledge In
my own name and that of the Red
Cross the contribution of $2.r> on the
part of oertaln of your fellow citizens
towards the rel'.ef of the Mississippi
I)d express to your liberal respond
ents to this most needy community the
appreciation and gratitude of us all
for their "little deeds of love." To your
splendid paper we would also have
them remember that they are not for
gotten in this good work. Thanks,
Yours very truly.
A. C. Kaufman,
. Acting President, S. C. Stato Poard
?American Red Cross.
Since that time The Advertiser has
received $1.00 from A. H. Wolff.
This will be sent to Mr. Kaufman
Saturday of this week. If there are
any others who would like to con
tribute to this worthy causo, the mon
ey should be sent in by the end of
this week to reach the sufferers at
the earliest time. The flood caused
immense suffering among tho poorer
people of that district and many of
them are without the every day needs
of life. A little assistance given now
?.will prove a boon to thorn.
By John Osborna Field
?Copyright. 1911, by Associated I .Horary
"Well, good-bye. Eliza, I hope you'll
have a good time," said pert little
Molly Dobson. flaunting her recently
acquired diamond solitaire ring In the
sunshine. "And I hope," she teased,
"that you'll come home engaged, too.
to ttome nice city man. Write and tell
us all about It."
Molly laughed, as If the Idea of
El'ss's u?coin'ug engaged vrcro s. b<>se
Joko. Eliza's uncle, John Robinson,
patted her shouldor with embarrass
ment and her Aunt Emma Robinson
tried to smllo naturally. The station
master whistled with forced cheerful
"That Molly Dobson's an awful
mean girl," he said to himself.
A moment later Eliza Jumped
aboard the train that waa to take her
to the city, and before long the little
group of friends on tho station was
Just a blur in the distance.
Eliza was twenty-eight and she had
determined to go to the city for a few
months of excitement. The comfort
able routine of her life at Dayvllle.
where sho had lived with her aunt
and uncle from babyhood, had begun
to pall. Her days wero never empty.
There were active hours spent out of
doors planting and pruning flowers
and vegetables and tending her chick
ens and ducks; and other active hours
spent In the pleasant, sunny kitchen
over savory preserve kettles or the
week's fragrant baking. There were
long placid evenings on the vino-cov
ered piazza under the stars or be
sldo tho glowing sitting-room stove,
with tho dozing Uncle John and chat
tering Aunt Emma and purring Tabby
for companions. There wore occa
sional excursions?-picnics and carry
all drives and once in a while a Jaunt
with one of tho young men of the vil
lage. Hut Eliza kiif?w that the years
to come would be Identical with tho
years that had passed, and she grow
It was this perfectly comfortable
stato of affairs but wholly uncomfort
able state of mind that had Induced
Eliza to sot forth on the flrat real ad
venture of her life. She made her j
voice an excuse; It was a sweet, light
rolce that led all tho others in the I
(Tillage choir, and although Eliza knew
that it was not worth cultivation, it
Eervcd as an excuse. She wrote for 1
Circulars from Blnglng masters, en
gaged n room in an inexpensive but
comfortable hoarding house in the
city and with her savings in her pock
et, started forth to see the world.
But until Molly Dobson's taunting
words wero spoken Eliza hrfd not real
ly considered matrimony as a possible
culmination of her city visit. Molly's
words, however, put nn idea into her
head. Why not pretend, alter a few
weeks away from home, that she was '
engaged? It would be fun to write
the letters describing the lucky man.
tho things they did together and their
plans for tho future. Then, later.
Eliza thought, she could write to say
that tho engagement was broken, and
could return home heart-free.
"And if sho thought I really had
been engaged," thought Eliza. "I
shouldn't care how much that silly
llttlo Molly did tease mo. And It
won't exactly be a He. I'll pick out
some nice man at the boarding house,
and pretend he's the one."
With this Justlflcatlon for her pro
posed action, and with tho excitement
of her ?lan flushing hor tanned cheeks
and brightening her soft brown eyes.
Eliza walked Into Mrs. Benson
Brown's rather shabby hoarding house
that same evening for dinner.
She looked furtively from one end of
the lone crowded table to the other to
tlnd the chosen man. Three or four
middle aged women who looked as if
ihey had spent most of their time gos
siping over fancywork. their equally
monotonous-looking husbands. the
timid pale young daughter of one of
the women, who giggled and blushed
whenever anyone spoke to her. a
dapper young man who cracked Jokes
fur the benefit of the whole table, a
lame old man. n near sighted old lady
that reminded Eliza of Mrs Saunde s
and buxom Mrs ?$naon Brown -iliese
filled tho table
After Eliza lu-.d biftn m?.i :'.::> cd to
everybody present she sank back Into
her chair with a feeling of disappoint
"Why. he isn't here," sho thought.
"I couldn't even pretend he waa that
silly young man that makes JokoB;
besides he and the pale little girl
teem quite taken with ?ach other.
Eliza started. Opposite her was a
vacant chair. A serious looking, tall
young man, with keen gray eyes was
I Just taking his place there, and Mrs.
Benson Drown was saying:
"Oh. Miss Morgan, this Is Mr. Wil
"How do you do Miss Morgan." said
I the man, his face lighting with a smile
of friendliness. "Sorry I'm late, Mrs.
Eliza breathed more easily, and the
next day she mentioned "a very pleas
ant young man?about thirty-five I
should say?whoso name is Wilbur,"
In her letter to her aunt, and a few
days later she wroto to Molly Dobson
of a walk in tho park she had had with
Mr. Wilbur, "the nicest man you over
The weeks passed quickly with
Elir.a. Each other she wrote home
contained some reference to Mr. Wil
bur. Once he had brought her a
book?she had given him the money
for it and had asked him to get It,
but she did not mention these facts;
again he had brought flowers, and she
shuddered when she wrote this down,
for It was true. There were brief
references to real conversations be
tween the two. and long accounts of
imaginary talks and excursions to
gether. Finally, at the end of three
months, Eliza's friends in Dayvllle re
ceived word that she and Mr. Wilbur
"There are still three months to
break It In." thought Eliza.
It was thief- or four days after Eliza
had announced her engagement. She |
had come down stairs to look for let- |
lers on the hall table, and sat in Mrs.
Hrown's dimly lighted parlor reading
tin in. There were half a dozen ? all
letters of good wish<-s and congratu
lations. "I know you'll be happy; It's
lovely to be engaged." wrote Molly
Dobson. Eliza trembled guiltily as sho
read them. She loft her uncle's until
last, but finally she tore it open.
"If you are sure he is the right man.
dear child. I am glad. But don't make
a mistake; you seem so far away from
everything and everyone that you are
used to and know. Don't do anything
you will regret later."
Eliza buried her head In one of Mrs.
Brown's sofa cushions with a sob.
"Don't do anything I'll regret." she
repeated. "Oh. how wicked, wicked
I've been." Then, suddenly Eliza
rcnHzcd that what she was crying for
was that she and Mr. Wilbur were
re: lly not engaged.
Eliza heard a footstep by her side
and looked up into tho grave eyes of
"Why, you poor little girl." he said '
gently, kneeling down and putting his j
arms about her.
"Don't cry 1'liza. pulling herself
free. "Oh, you musn't," and she
rushed past him Into the hall and up
to her room. Once there she locked
the door and set to work to write a
"1 must tell you," she wrote, "al
though you will hnto me when you
know. 1 can't explain why. but I
wanted tho folks at home to think
me engaged?to you I never thought
it mattered until I found that I cared
?and that you do, too. I don't ask
you to pardon me; and as I shall nev
er have to know how much you de
spise mo for lt. I am going ..ome to
tell them that my engagement is bro
The next day Eliza, pale and tired,
arrived unexpectedly at tho station at
"Hello. Miss Morgan," said the sta
tion man. as he helped her with her
bags--ho was baggage mastor, porter,
t'degraph operator and ticket agent
all In one- "I certainly am glad to see
yon. A queer message come over the
wire for you. .lust going to send It
over to your aunt."
Eliza took the yellow telegram and
read: "Don't tell anyone It Is broken
Am coming on the next train to help
you mend it."
"Anything valuable that's broken?"
querrled the man curiously.
Kllza fie hed and smiled. "It's the
most valuable thing 1 over had." she
said slowly "But the cracks will iu-v
cr show after lt'.-> mended."
See us for extra fruit jar rubbers
S. M. & E. H. Wllkes &. Co.
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The Weekly Newspaper Will Sell Goods
The retail merchant who falls to take advantage of the
advertising columns of the weekly newspaper is simply al
lowing a money-making opportunity to pass him every week
in the year.
No other class 6f publications is so closely read by such a
large majority of readers.
The news in these papers is largely local, largely personal,
and in the small towns the doings of the neighbors receive
much more attention than in the large cities where
there are a thousand other things to distract the attention.
However, a merchant cannot scribble off a few lines on a
piece of wrapping paper, tell the publisher to run them and
then expect a crowd of buyers to come to his store.
The merchant must have goods and values that he thinks
are worth calling to the attention of the public. If he can
not offer special prices he should offer special values. Read
ers of weekly papers are keen to notice what advertisers
claim, and these claims should be made good.
Whether fortunately are not, the chain store systems are
now invading the'small towns. These stores make an im
mediate success by constantly using, intelligently and force
fully, the weekly newspapers. Then their example is weekly
imitated by older merchants. It Is time for the retailers
of the to wake up, adopt original methods, and advertise
vigorously in their local newspapers.