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Beautiful Miss Annadale.
By Mrs. W. E PALMEE.
CHAPTER L
He was placing his arm about her waist
"Victor Forsyth and Alan Craig were
greeting each other with restrained but
xmmistakable satisfaction on the plat?
form of the little station at Indian Beach.
"Hello, old man!"
"How are yon, Craig?"
"First rate. John will take your traps.
I suppose you'd rather walk-to stretch
your legs?"
"By all means. " .
The traveler handed his well worn va
Ese, his overcoat, checks, umbrella and
cane to the servant, and the two young
men started onward at a swinging pace.
It was a late August day-warm and
stflL Just as they left the station steps
'a village cart containing a couple of
ladies came whirling along the sandy
road. The horse wore a gold plated har?
ness, and the ladies' toilets gave an.im?
pression of elegance which was shared
ey even the slim, straight whip dec?
orated with a narrow streamer of pale
bine ribbon. The occupants of the cart
bowed graciously to Craig in spite of
their apparent haste to reach the station.
The yoong man lifted his straw hat,
and his friend of course performed the
same ceremony.
"Whovare they?* he asked as one of
the two alighted and entered the tele?
graph office.
"Lucille Eliot and her friend." was
the answer.
"Mighty good looking girls," was the
careless remark of Forsyth as he and
his host struck across the sandy high?
way toward the beach, against which
the summer sea broke in slow, caressing
ripples.
"Yes," was the thoughtful rejoinder;
"they seem between them to unite most
of the attractions of womankind. One
or the other might suit even yon, For?
syth-unless," with a quick glance, **you
have left your heart in Germany with
some of those placid frauleins."
"No," said Forsyth in an indifferent
way. "rire seen very little of ladies*
society these past three years."
He lifted his hat as he spoke and faced !
the cool salt air and the shining sea j
with a tired traveler's weary satisfac?
tion, j
"Yon never were oversentimental |
about girls,** laughed Craig, "even in our
sophomore days. I doubt if you've ever
been genuinely in love."
"No, and I never shall be-but once
and the time hasn't come yet," was the
rejoinder.
The two young men were near the
same height and weight, but had no
other point of resemblance. Victor For?
syth was dark, intellectual, refined look?
ing. He had gray eyes, never intended
-though they were handsome eyes-for
mdiscriminate service in lovemaking.
He wore ins full dark beard in German
fashion, and the white hand with which
he chanced to stroke it as he gazed off
over the amning sea was a hand for ges?
ture, for persuasion or command-a hand
which had soul in its nervous lines.
Craig was handsomer in a more com?
monplace way. His older sisters had
dubbed him a "girl runner" at fifteen,
He was the "masher" par excellence of
his college class. At twenty-five he was
still so fascinating with his elegant fig?
ure, his large blue eyes and exquisite
golden mustache that his pert little
Cousin Clare had declared only that
morning that any girl who married
Alan might expect to share him with
womankind in general, adding that for
her part she believed in monopoly in the
marriage contract All of which meant
that Clare in her way was also in love
with her cousin.
Craig and Forsyth walked slowly
along the beach. They had been great
chums, and they did not dream that the
three years of separation which had fol?
lowed their graduation from college had
brought any changes whic> "xrald affect
their friendship. Nothing indeed could
do that unless it was a love affair. It
was perhaps the consciousness of this
which caused Craig's abrupt question
concerning the state of Forsyth's affec?
tions.
"This is a sort of lotos land, Alan,"
was the newcomer's remark presently.
? 'Blank ocean and mere sky*-that is
what Tve been longing for. I am wearied
ont with people and things. How I shall
enjoy this emptiness-with you!"
A quizzical smile crossed Craig's face,
"Well, certainly we are not crowded
hereat the beach. But I suspect you'll
have to admit a good deal besides 'blank
ocean and mere sky* into your life dur?
ing the next month or so-duck shoot?
ing, for instance."
"Have you a houseful of company?"
Forsyth inquired, with a sort of dis?
may.
"Well, my married sisters' friends
keep coming and going, and my Cousin
Clare-you remember her?-she is the
Miss Craig now, and a more terrible
child at eighteen than she was at fifteen.
But the worst of it is, Victor," added
Alan, with sudden seriousness, "yon and
I are the only men in the family, and
we cant expect much time off duty."
"Then society has even invaded the
lonely strip of coast?" was the mournful
comment.
"Bless me, man, how else came the
railroad and telegraph, and tte villas,
and the lawns arid-Lucille Eliot ai
her friend!**
"Yes, I might have known. "
"But it is good society. Comfort yoi
self with that. Miss Eliot is beautifr
! rich, rather serious in style. And h
friend, Hope Armadale"
I "Does language fail to describe hei
I asked Forsyth with quiet irony as Ora
I paused abruptly in his description.
"Yes, it does-that is, any langua;
j I can command. She is very fascina
j mg."
i "Ah, so? Alan Crcig's hour has strut
! then?"
"You and 1 won't joke on the subjec
Victor. 1-1-don't ihink I've a gho
of a chance with Miss Armadale. Eve:
man at the beach is more or less in lo1
with her."
t "And she?"
! "Wait until you see her. She is *
dine with us this evening."
"A formal dinner?" sighed Forsyth.
"Grot np in your honor, my philo
opher. But here is Craig cottage
turning toward the spacious Queen Am
villa that stood in dull red outlin*
against the gray sky, with clumps <
bine hydrangeas massed in the center <
the ?mooth green lawn. "It is scarce!
five o'clock," he added, "and I propo:
to smuggle you into your quarters ar
? leave yon alone Tin til seven."
! "Thanks," said Forsyth, adding. *
j little knew into what a vortex I wi
plunging. It is fortunate that I have
dress suit"
"The 'vortex* will do you good," wi
the reply. "In a month those two si?
nificant lines between your eyebrow
will have disappeared. No, no, Victo:
it is too soon for ns to begin to grow old.
Forsyth found himself established i
a chamber overlooking the sea, wit
dressing room attached. His cases ha
been opened and toilet articles arrang?e
his steamer trunk unpacked, the coi
tents placed in the wardrobe with soot i
ing dexterity by an accomplished valel
and an hour remained to him before h
must dress.
He had not taken this wearisome j om
ney for the sake of studying dinner card
I and doing the agreeable to his next neigt
I bor. He felt bored in advance, and spen
I the time wondering how he could con
j trive to cut short his visit And as h
sat by the open window listening to th
! beat of the waves against the rocks h
could hear from time to time in the in
tervening silence the thud of a te rmi
racket, a succession of rapid soprano ea
carnations and baritone protests, an?
finally the laughter of the chorus.
"For heaven's sake," he muttered, "i
this same sort of thing going on still
Has Alan kept at it steadily for the thre
past years?"
By and by silence fell The tenni
players had dispersed. It was half ai
hour before dinner,
i Promptly at seven Craig tapped at hi
; friend's door, and they went toge the:
j through the winding corridors, dowi
: the broad stairs. The fading summe:
I daylight mingled with the soft glow o
! shaded lamps, and the damp salt ai:
made the scent of burning pine knot
jpatefnl.
"What are yon going to do with me?
Forsyth asked.
"You will see. My sister is 011I3
waiting our appearance to give the sig
nal for dinner."
Mrs. Macy, a handsome blond, lik<
her brother Alan, held out a cordia
hand sparkling with costly rings.
"Welcome home and to Craig cot
tage, Mr. Forsyth."
"How do? I shall examine you later,'
from Clare Craig, extending one finge:
tip as she glanced with big black eyef
over her bare shoulders- and returned tc
her companion's story.
"Kiss Eliot, permit me-Mr. Forsyth.'
Forsyth found himself bowing silent! j
for the third time, with the oppressive
sense of the necessity of pulling himseli
together and doing the agreeable.
Miss Eliot ceased moving her fan.
She wore a contented smile, as though
life on the whole was a very pleasant af?
fair, while in her large? blue eyes was a
latent wonder as to whether there
might not be in existence some possibili?
ties not compassed by dinners and drives
and sails and calls.
The dinner signal was given, and For?
syth and Miss Eliot were drifting tc
their places among the sixteen others
who assembled around the table with
the centerpiece of ferns, the branching
silver candlesticks, the thin stemmed
glasses, and over all the becoming rose
colored light.
Of course, as the soup in the royal
Worcester plates and the ices in the
cut glass cups came and went, they
talked about Indian Beach, and then
about Berlin, about undertows and
thronerooms, all in the subdued way of
people who are bound to keep up this
sort of thing, as the resigned dog keeps
np the tread upon the platform which
j is attached to the churn.
Suddenly-Forsyth had really become
j a little interested in his conversation,
; Miss Eliot was so calm, so unaffected,
! so intelligent - suddenly, therefore,
j warming somewhat in his own talk, he
sat upright and glanced, as he was
; speaking, down the table. Craig sat at
! the end, and on his left was a lady upon
' whom Victor Forsyth's intense eyes
rested for a moment-just a moment,
from which his whole after life bore the
j impression, as flesh bears a scar. The
; lady was leaning forward speaking to
i some one opposite. Being on the same
side with Forsyth, it was her side face
: that he saw. She had the low Greek
: brow, but nc straight Greek line from
j eyes to chin had ever the seduction that
; lurked in this slight inward curving
i profile, the delicate, spirited nostrils, the
! babyish mouth, the protruding chin, the
? swelling throat, the bare shoulders.
j Her dress was of the simplest-soft
' creamy silk gathered about her form as
if to merely drape it She wore no
! jewels or ornaments; her dark brown
; hair was twisted to conform to the shape
j of her head, a fringy ring or two straying
j opon her forehead, curling against the
! white nape pf her neck.
: "As she ceased speaking she moved
j backward out of ranga of Forsyth's fas
j cinating eyes. He recovered himself, as
i if a mesmeric influence had suddenly
been removed.
"The young lady who was driving
with yon this afternoon-is at the table,
I think," he stammered.
".Miss Armadale-yes, sne is nere. ?l
is my guest this summer," returned Mi
Eliot with calm surprise.
"True. Mr. Craig mentioned yoi
names. I had just come in by the tra:
as you drove to the station," persist?
Forsyth.
"I know. We were forewarned <
your arrival, of course, on account of th
dinner."
"Craig and I are old friends," sai
Forsyth vaguely.
If Miss Eliot had been very brilliai
herself she would have wondered pe
haps that Victor Forsyth, of whom si
had heard so much, did not appear moi
brilliant. She was rather relieved i
his quiet way. She had already said 1
herself: "He is a very nice fellow. 23
one would suspect he was worth half
million. Now," she added mentally
"it will be a pity if he, too, is going da
over Hope Armadale. She has destroye
Alan's peace of mind, and that is enougl
though he is such a flirt."
The dinner went on; Forsyth had o
longer but one idea. It was to gain ai
other look at the enchanting face th?
had appeared and disappeared. Furtiv<
almost feverish, he watched the end c
the table. He could see that Craig ha
eyes and thoughts only for the lady tx
side him. At times a moody look cam
over his handsome face which Forsyt
never remembered to have seen thei
before. But Miss Armadale did nc
come fairly within range again.
When they rose from the table Foi
syth had but one motive. It was to ge
presented to Miss .Armadale. F?rtha
reason he devoted himself to Lucill
Eliot as the most likely means of ax
compHshing his purpose. But Craig an
Miss Armadale had disappeared fror,
the drawing room. Forsyth though
the figure in the long white cloak wbic
passed and repassed the windows o:
Craig's arm was she, but he had no e^
cuse for joining them*
Presently there was a strong touch o:
the keyboard of the piano, gliding int
a measured waltz. The servants wer
rolling np the long rugs thatcovere*
the hardwood floors, and setting th
chairs against the wall. Some one wa
inviting Miss Eliot to waltz. Shoes
cnsed herself to Forsyth, and he rc
main ed standing watching the doox
Two or three couples were moving t
slow waltz time np and down the floor
Forsyth's attention was caught by som
one clapping their hands together smart
ly and calling ont in a peremptory way
"Faster!"
It was Hope Armadale. She and Crai<
had entered by a side door, and stoo<
together at the extreme end of the lon;
room. She had a bunch of blue violet
in her bosom, which Forsyth was sun
she had not worn at dinner. Had sh
just accepted them from Craig? Wa
he her lover? He was placing his am
about her waist. Forsyth had neve:
before seen "poetry" in a woman's mo
tion. His senses swam as Hope Arma
dale came flying past him.
"For pity's sake, Mr. Victor Forsyth
have you left -your manners in Ger
many? Don't you see there aren'
dancing men enough to go round?" I
was Clare Craig in blue wrap and sil ve:
bangles, who had come np to him un
perceived.
"But, Miss Clare-I don't waltz."
"Ridiculous. Come!" She seized hi
hand. "Hold me tighter. You are t
great deal too tall for me."
"No matter. We are getting on al
right."
"Of course we are."
"And-when you are through witt
me, won't you introduce me to the tall
est lady in the room?'
"The tallest lady, Hope Armadale?"
"Yes."
"Of course I will, just to tease Alan.'
"Is" - Forsyth'8 heartbeats almost
choked him-"is Alan engaged to Mire
Annadale?"
"He'd like to be."
Forsyth could have hugged the elfish
Clare for the comfort of her saucj
words. #
"Come," she said, suddenly stopping
midway in a revolution, disengaging
herself and catching her small hands
around her partner's arm. "Alan has
I gone for her cloak or something. Now
is your chance. Mr. Forsyth wants te
? waltz with you, Hope, .-because you're
tall," she went on, all in a breath. "1
I don't show him off enough," she was
j saying. Then her hands were unclasped,
j and she was gone.
Forsyth was murmuring something
I about "pleasure." He had partial con
I trol of his words, none whatever of his
j eyes, which looked exaltingly into Hope
! Armadale's!
j "We tall people can sympathize with
j each other," she said.
"If height is-a bond Ox sympathy,
blessed be my many inches," laughed
Forsyth. "Will yon give me one turn?"
"Mr. Craig has just gone for the car
j riage. We promised Mrs. Eliot to come
home early."
"One turn," repeated Forsyth be
j tween entreaty and command.
Miss Armadale rose, half undecided,
! but still she rose. He held her innis
j arms. They caught the time, which the
musician quickened when he saw that
Miss Armadale was dancing again.
Forsyth's protest to Clare was an af?
fectation. He waltzed superbly. The
pair moved in swift smooth circles, as
though by a single will. Forsyth knew
this-knew that the will they moved by
was his. He breathed the odor of the
blue violets in Hope Armadale's bosom,
and it suffocated him. He was sure
Craig had placed the flowers there. He
could almost have snatched them away
and scattered them underfoot.
They were the last left dancing.
"We must stop," Miss Armadale said.
He obeyed her almost abruptly. They
were face to face with Miss Eliot and
Alan Craig. Miss Eliot had her wraps
about her. She looked a little dis?
turbed.
"You are waiting for me," said Misi
Armadale penitently.
"You know that mamma is ill and
alone with the servants."
"What's that-when one is having a
good time!" cried Clare Craig mock?
ingly.
"Clare!" said Alan gravely.
"Oh, I'm speaking for people in general
-not for myself. When I speak for
myself it's as gool as a sermon," said
the incorrigible girl..
?''Let's have a cigar, Victor,** said Alan I
Craig when the last guest had gone and
the servants were putting out the lights.
They went into the library together.
? pale, late tnoon looked in through the !
tall stained window, and they heard the
rush of the tide without.
"How did you come to dance with I
Hope Armadale?" Craig asked abruptly
at the end of several minutes of silence,
in which both felt that something was !
brewing. His words had a hard, threat- !
ening sound.
Forsyth hesitated before he said stub- j
boraly, "1 suppose because 1 was de
terznined to do it." And he added with I
a sneer. "Is Miss Armadale private prop- j
erty?"
Craig's hand was clinched as it rested ?
on the arm of his chair.
"Let her alone, Victor," he said be- j
twen his teeth, "if you care for my I
friendship."
Forsyth got up haughtily.
"Have you a claim on Miss Armadale? j
Yes or no?" he said angrily.
Alan sprang to his feet also. Then
his expression changed. He was an even
tempered fellow on the whole.
"We'll not quarrel tonight, Victor,
it takes two to quarrel," he said. "I trust ;
we shall never quarrel about a woman, i
Bul;-we used to be confidential of old. !
I am ready to keep up the habit. And j
so-I am going to tell you tliat about all
I care for in the world is to win Hope
Armadale."
Forsyth winced.
"1 wish you had not told me."
"I've flirted with lots of girls, as you
know," Craig went on. "I've fancied I
myself in love several times, and have j
discovered that I was mistaken. But |
now I tell you frankly I am in for it. ?
If I can't win Hope Armadale 1 shall
go to the dogs. I am a different fellow
since I've known her. Tve thought, you
know, that 1 was irresistible!" with a i
short, nervous laugh. "Well, now Tve !
no pride left-as you may judge from
what I'm saying. I have just one desire,
one determination, and that is to make
myself necessary to that girl."
Forsyth's face was stern and unsym?
pathetic.
"I suppose I ought to feel honored by
your confidence, Craig; but, to tell the
truth, there are some sentiments which
men had better keep to themselves."
The two were standing. The cold
moonlight streamed through the stained
window into the dimly lighted room.
Their faces looked fierce and ghostly in
the wan light.
"Do you mean that we are to be ri?
vals?" asked Craig slowly.
"You have no reason to fear a book?
worm like me," equivocated Forsyth
contemptuously. "And besides, since
you have set the example of confidence,
I will tell you that my investments have
failed; that 1 am no longer a rich
man"
A gleam of triumph crossed Craig's
handsome face.
"She has got .to marry a man with
money-she has none," he said.
"All right, then," retorted Forsyth
fiercely; "she can choose between us."
And he lighted his candle by the one
burning on the table. "Come," he said,
"let ns give up the struggle for tonight,
and tomorrow-when I patch up some
excuse for taking myself out of your
house, and when afterward it is found
that I have not left the beach after all,
you will understand that it is best to let
my reasons stand unchallenged."
"One word more," said Craig. "Miss
Armadale has as good as accepted ma
I have no right really to tell this. But
tonight-on the piazza, after dinner, I
said irrevocable words-to which she
listened without dissent If you-should
-cut me ont, Forsyth, you can have the
satisfaction of knowing that in her heart
she has already accepted me."
"Forewarned is forearmed," said For?
syth, moving to the door. And for the
first time in their eight years of friend?
ship he felt a sense of superiority to
his friend-that superiority in things in?
tellectual which tells even in a contest
for a woman's heart.
[TO BE CONTINUED.]
MUST FACE DANttEES.
THUS OUR SOULS GROW AND OUR
MISSIONS ARE FULFILLED. .
Reflections on the Uselessness of Shallow
Water Explorer?-Where Should the
Blame Rest For Many Fallares?-The Re?
sponsibility of Paternity*
What would be thought of a ship that
was launched from its docks with flour?
ish of music and flowing wine, built to
sail the roughest and deepest sea, yet
manned for an unending cruise along
shore? Never leaving harbor for dread
of storm. Never swinging out of the
land girt bay because, over the bar, the
j waters were deep and rough. You
? would say of such a ship that its captain
j was a coward and the company that
j built it were fools.
And yet these souls of ours were
I fashioned for bottomless soundings.
! There is no created thing that draws
j as deep as the soul of man; our life lies
I straight across the ocean and not along
shore, but we are afraid to venture; we ?
bang upon the coast and explore shal?
low lagoons or swing at anchor in idle
bays. Some of us strike the keel into
riches and cruise about therein, like
men-of-war in a narrow river. Some of
us are contented all our days to ride at
anchor in the becalmed waters of self?
ish ease. There are guns at every port?
hole of the ship we sail, but we use
them for pegs to hang clothes upon or
pigeonholes to stack full of idle hours.
We shall never smell powder, although
the magazine is stocked with holy wrath
wherewith to* fight the devil and his
deeds. When I see a man strolling along
I at his ease, while under his very nose
j some brute is maltreating a horse, or
some coward venting his ignoble wrath
upon a creature more helpless than he,
whether it be a child or a dog, I involun?
tarily think of a double decked whaler
content to fish for minnows. Their
uselessness in the world is more appar?
ent than the uselessness of a Cunarder
in a park pond.
What did God give you muscle and
girth and brain forif^not to launch you
on the high seas? TJp and away with j
yon then into the deep soundings where
yon belong, ? belittled soul! Find
the work to do for which you were fit?
ted and do it, or else ron yourself on
the first convenient snag and founder.
Some great writer has said that we
ought to begin life as at the source of a
river, growing deeper every league to
the sea, whereas, in fact, thousands
enter the river at its month and sail
inland, finding less and less water ev?
ery day, until in old age they lie shrunk
and gasping upon dry ground.
But there are more who do not sail
at all than there are of those who make
the mistake of sailing up stream. There
are the women who devote their lives
to the petty business of pleasing worth- I
less men. What progress do they make
even inland? With sails set and brassy
stanchions polished to the similitude of
gold, they hover a lifetime chained to
a dock and decay of their own useless?
ness at last, like keels that are mud
slugged, it is not the most profitable
thing in the world to please. Suppose it
shall please the inmates of a bedlam
house to see yon set fire to your clothing
and burn to death, or break your bones
one by one upon a rack, or otherwise
destroy your bodily parts that the poor
lunatics might be entertained. Would
it pay to be pleasing to such an audi?
ence at such a sacrifice? We were put
into this world with a clean way bill
for another port than this. Across the
ocean of life our way lies, straight to
the harbor of the city of gold. We are
freighted with a consignment from
roomage hold to keep which is bound
to be delivered sooner or later at the
great Master's wharf. Let us be alert,
then, to recognize the seriousness of our
own destinies and content ourselves no
longer with shallow soundings. Spread
the sails, weigh the anchor and point
the prow for the country that lies the
other side of a deep and restless sea.
Sooner or later the voyage must be made;
let us make it, then, while the timber
is stanch and the rudder true.
When you look at a picture and find
it good or bad, as the case may be, whom
do you praise or blame, the owner of
the picture or the artist who painted it?
When you hear a strain of music and
are either lifted to heaven or cast into
the other place by its harmonies or its
discord, whom do you thank or curse
for the benefaction or the infliction,
whichever it may have proved to be,
the man who wrote the score or the mu?
sic dealer who sold it? You go to a
restaurant and order spring chicken
which turns out to be the primeval fowl.
Who is to blame, the waiter who serves
it or the business man of the concern
who does the marketing? And so when
you encounter the bad boy, whom do
you hold responsible for his badness,
the boy himself or the mother who
trained him ? I declare, as I look about
me from day to day and see the men
and women who play so poor a part in
life, it is not the poverty of their per?
formance that astonishes me sc much
as the fact that it is as good as it is.
With the parents that many boys and
girls have and the training they receive
1 am perfectly amazed that they ever
attain to even half way respectability.
Did you ever stop to think, I wonder,
what an awful responsibility is laid
upon you with every child given to
your home? If you appreciate the risk
and take the responsibility 1 shouldn't
think yon would find much time for
other callings. A man who is drawing
up the plans for a new house attends to j
his business closely and doesn't go ol
on many picnics or sail over seas in
pursuit of pleasure while his plans are ]
pending. A man who has entered a
young horse for the Derby spends most
of his time training the colt. He doesn't
loaf about town or read novels or lie
abed late; he is alert and on hand if he
expects to win the race. Carelessness
and indifference never brought a win
ning horse under the wire yet.-Amber |
in Chicago Herald.
A Rival to Oak.
The representative of a well known
firm of builders informs me that he be?
lieves that he has hit upon a discovery
in a Borneo wood called "bilian." It
bas a very close grain and in appear?
ance is not unlike ebony, more especial?
ly after exposure to the air. Its main i
virtue, however, consists in its break?
ing strain, which is greater even than
that of English oak. Moreover, .*bil
ian" is not a particularly heavy wood,
since it onlyweighs 60 pounds per cubic
foot, against the 80 pounds of boxwood.
Further, it seems remarkably free from
the propensity to swell in water, and so
would be extremely useful for subaque?
ous piles, besides being most suitable
for beams and uprights in domestic ar?
chitecture.-London Cor. Manchester
Courier.
Fun In Haine.
Tears have often been shed over the
partiality of the red ear at the husking,
although nobody up to date has ques?
tioned that kissing should go by favor,
but we see by the report of a Vassal
boro husking bee, in the Waterville
Mail, that for once the old rule was set
aside, and the ideas of some of our so?
cialistic friends as to "fare and fare
alike" got in their work, for "no mat?
ter how reserved in manners or how fas?
tidious and how short the acquaintance,
every woman was smacked, and it was
hard to tell who acted the worse, the
boys or that portion of the assembly
made up of the older men, the bald
headed men or old bachelors."-Lewis?
ton Journal.
Shooting a Burglar.
The story told of a great man and very
learned judge is related by an ear witness
to the followingeffect: Mr. Justice Willes j
was asked, "If I look into my drawing !
room an cf see a burglar packing np the
clock, and he cannot see me, what ought
I to do?"
He replied as nearly as may be: "My
advice to you, which I give as a man, as
a lawyer and as an English judge, is as
follows: In the supposed circumstances
this is what you have a right to do, andi
am by no means sure that it is not your
duty to do it: Take a double barreled
gun, carefully load both barrels, and
then, without attracting the burglar's
attention, aim steadily at his heart and
shoot him dead.,"-Saturday. Review.
A Cotton Factory to Supplant
the Bath Paper Mill.
The purchasers of rhe Bath Paper
Mills have determined to convert the
property into a cotton factory.
The Bath Paper Mills, it will be re?
membered, was purchased at public
auction on Salesday in December for
$10,100 by Messrs F. Henderson H.
M. Dibble and John Gary Evans,
Since theo Messrs. Charles Estes. Presi?
dent of the. King Mill, and Mr. Thomas
Barrett, of the Langley Manufacturing
Company, have each purchased a one
fifth interests in the Paper Mill Com?
pany's mill.
These gentlemen made an appli?
cation to the Secretary of the State of
South Carolina for the incorporation of
a cotton factory.
The amount of stock to be sub?
scribed, as specified in the application
is not less than $300,000 or ni?re than
$1.000.000. The company will? be
thoroughly organized and the officers
elected jnst as soon as the charter is
granted.
The new owners do not intend to re?
model or enlarge the old building as
was contemplated, but they will
tear down the old dilapidated structure
and build a modern building suitable
for all the purposes of a cotton factory.
The capacity of the mill for the present
will be 15,000 spindles, but it is ex?
pected that that number will be largely
increased after the factory is well estab?
lished.
The factory will be run by water
power furnish by Horse Creek, that
noble stream which is now being
utilized in turning the wheels of
Vaucluse, G ran i te vi Ile and Langley,
and which will turn the wheels of the
new enterprise. .
It will very likely be called the
Aiken Cotton Mills Only- the best
grade and quality of yarn goods mooing
from numbers 28 to 40, will be
made.
The location of the company's offices
will be determined on by the stockhold?
ers. Of course bar Aiken stockholders
will use their best efforts to have the
company's offices ideated here.
The manufacturing of paper has not
proven a profitable investment in Aiken
County, but the manufacturing of cot?
ton has, and it is hoped this new enter?
prise will not prove an exception.
Success to the new enterprise.-Aiken
Journal and Review.
Hotel Dispensaries.
Boles and regulations governing ho?
tels ceiling liquor, under Section 21 of
the dispensary law :
First. The manager of the hotel
after giving the required bond, must
receive a written appointment as as?
sistant to the dispenser from whom .
said liquors are obtained.
Second. He will use the request
books for orders from guests the same
ss though purchased at the dispensary,
and the sales must conform in every
respect to the requirement of the law,
j especially as ro crossing out the labels,
and writing the requests, using ink in
j ail cases.
Third. No liquors shall be sold ex?
cept by the bottle.
Fourth. The prices on the wine
card must be those charged at the
dispensary.
Fifth. He will obtaio the liquors or
wine by the case from the dispenser
and report all sales, and pay over the
amount due each day, getting new re?
quest book whenever needed and turn?
ing them over to the dispenser as fast
as filled.
Sixth. No liquor shall be sold to
any one bnt " bona fide" guests of the
hotel, whose names are on the register.
Seventh. Sales to minors or to men
already intoxicated are forbidden and
no second sales shall be made to any
g nest who becomes intoxicated.
LC27-A ESS "AMOUNT OP
HONEY
Is lost annually by parties purchasing worth?
less fruit trees, roses, Ac. Get them from a
firm that grows their own trees, sends ont
nothing but good stock and sells at reason?
able prices. We want the address of every
farmer or gardener in yonr section and will
make you a liberal offer, write for particulars
and prices at once, send stamp for descriptive
Catalogue.
Agents wanted everywhere.
Address,
CHEROKEE NURSERY CO.,
Waycross, Ga.
(Mention this Paper.)
Notice?
No Hack-Drivers, Hotel Porters or News?
boys are allowed on the Passenger Depot
Platform while Passenger Trains are at the
Station.
B. K. DELORME,
Agent, C. S. AN. R. R.
JOS. F. RHAME. WM. C. DAVIS.
RHAME & DAVIS,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW;
MANNING, S. . C.
Attend to busioess in any part of the State
Practice in ?. S. Courts.
Sept. 21-x.
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Office
OVER BROWN A BROWN'S STORE,
Entrance on Main Street
Between Brown A Brown and Durant A Son.
OFFICE HOURS;
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April 9. 2
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