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Th? Vanishing Portrait.
Bvelyn Oraysoa. moating mo on tha
old Boston Post Road, between Oreen
wtch and Stamford, gave me a mas?
sage from her ancle. That la tha
logic*I beginning of this St?ry; though
to make everything quite clear from
the start It may be better to hark
hack a few months, to the day on
which Evelyn Orayson and I first met.
Then, ss now, wo were each driving
our own car; she. a great sixty horse?
power machine, all glletenlng pale yel?
low, and I, a compact sir-cylinder
reoer. of C all dusty gray. But we wer?
not on any such broad, roomy thor?
oughfare aa the Boston Post Road. On
tha contrary we were short-cutting
through a narrow, rough lane, beset
by stone walla and Interrupted at In?
tervals by a eerlea of sharp and
I know I sbsl! never forget the mo?
mentary Impression I received. Out
of tha golden sunlight. It seemed to
roe. there hsd emerged suddenly a
tableau of Queen Tltanla on a topaz
throne?tbo fairest Queen Tltanla im
agiatlon ever conjured?and I, In my
mad, panting speed wss about to
crash into the gauzy fabric of that
dream creation and rend It with
brutal, torturing onrush of relentless,
hard-driven nickel steel. I take no
credit to myself for whst I did. Voli?
tion was absent My hands acted on
an Impulse above and beyond all tardy
mental guidance. For Just a flashing
Instant the gray nose of mr car rose
before me. ss In strenuous assault It
mounted half way to the coping of
the roadside wall. I felt my seat dart
away from beneath me. was conscious
of my body In swift, unsupported
aerial flight, and then -but it Is Idle
to attempt to set down the conglom?
erate sensations of that small fraction
of a second. Wb?*n I regained con?
sciousness, Queen Tltanla was kneel?
ing In tbo dust of the lane beside me
?a very distressed snd anxious Queen
Tltanla. with wide, s'artled eyes, and
qulveringly sympathetic Hps?an-,
about us wero a half doien or mc.o
of the vicinal country folk.
Between that meeting In mid May
and this meeting on the old Boston
Post Road In mid-September, there
had been others, of courts; for Queen
Tltanla, whose everyday name, as 1
b.v * said, was Evelyn Orayson, was
the rlece snd wsrd of my nearest
neighbor, Mr. Robert C 11 ieron. a gen
tleman recently come to reside on
what for a century and more had been
known as the old Townsbury Estate,
extending for quite a mile along the
Connecticut shore of Long Island
8ourd In the neighborhood of Green?
The Intervening four months hsd
witnessed tbo grtdual growth of as
near an approach o intimacy between
Cameron and myself as wss possible
considering the manner of man that
Cameron was. By which statement I
mean to Imply naught to my neigh?
bor's discredit. He wss In all respects
admirable?a ger.tleman of education
and culture, widely traveled, of exalt?
ed Idesls and noble principles to which
he gave rigid adherence. But?I was
about to Qualify this by describing
him ss reserved and taciturn. 1 fear,
though, to give a wrong impression.
Ho was scan e'.y that. There were
moments, however, *hen he was unre?
sponsive, and he was never demonstra?
tive. He had gJjOM poise than any
man I know. He allowed you to see
Just so mu'h of Mm, and no more. At
'tines ho wss almost stubbornly reti?
cent. And yet, in spite of these qual?
ities, which appeared to be cultivated
rather than Inherent, he gave repeated
evld4?ne?* of a nature at once so sim?
ple snd kindly and sympathetic as to
command bo h e'<nfldence and affec?
To the progress of my Intimacy
with KveU.i ? M re had been nu such
temperament il Impediment. Rh? was
fearlessly out *pok* n. wbh a frankne**
born of unspoiled Innoeenre; barely
Six weeka having d between h? r
gradual but from the tiny Kreuch con?
vent of Batata Par be near I'arls and
our perfteM e*eecjatgf in that ggg>
traef.d. freseheroua. yet blessed HtMe
Conner* 1? ut lane And she possessed,
moreover, a multiplicity of addition?
al charms, gSJtk g| parson and dispo?
sition?charms too numerous U :? i 1
to enumerate, and far too earr??d to
discuss. Fr?.in wh!< I it may rightly
De 'nferr?i that we understood each
other, Kv?lyn and I. snd that we wero
already considerably beyond the state
or condition of mere formal a"fpialnt
It was no Qnc? n TP-mla who now
rsme gliding to a stand beside nie < n
the broad, level, w? II oiled highway,
under a double row of nrrhlng elms. It
was no gossamer fairy, but Her>e. tho
Hoddens of Youth, with rroumy s'drt
ajui red lips and u lilting melody of
-What ho. Sir Philip! We are won
And then she told me that her Uncle
Robert had telephoned for me, leav?
ing a message with my man, bidding
me come to hliu at my earliest leisure.
"Way not come for dinner?" she add?
ed; and her eyes gave accent to her
"Hut you?" I queried; for her car j
was headed In the opposite direction.
I am going alone to Norton. I have |
a hamper in the tonneau for that poor 1
O'Malley family. I shall be buck in
time. We dine at half-pact seven, you j
know. YouH come?"
"Of course I'll come," I answered
her. I think she must have heard
more In my voice than the simple
words, for her lids drooped, for just
a brenth, and the color flamed sudden
below her lowered lssbse.
But, after sll. I saw very lh tie of
her thet evening. It Is true that ehe
sat on my right at table, plqtiantly,
youthfully beautiful In the softly tint?
ed light which filtered through the
pink snd silver filigree candle-shades,
but the atmosphere of the dinner was
tinged by a vague, unreasoning con?
straint as from some ominously brood?
ing yet undeflnable lnfluenoo which
overhung the three of us. And when
the coffee snd liqueurs were served,
employing some slender pretext for
her going, she bsde us good-night, and
left ue, not to return.
In Justice to Cameron, I must add
that he appeared least affected by?
and certainly in no wise responsible
for?the pervading lnf?ctlvltv. He had
been, Indeed, rather leea demure than
was often his wont, chatting with al?
most gsyety concerning Evelyn's new
role of Lady Bountiful and of her
Noroton beneficiaries. As for the sub?
ject upon which he desired to consult
me, R had not been so much as men?
tioned; so in looking back, it seems
Impossible that matters of which
neither Evelyn nor I was at the time
Informed could have exerted an effect,
save through Cameron's undetected,
Even after his niece had with?
drawn, Cameron continued for a time
to discuss with me topics' of general
and public, rather than personal, lm
port. He spoke, I remember of a j
series of articles on "The Commercial .
Resources of the United States," the
publication of which had just begun
In The Week, of which I am owner
and editor; and though I fancied at
first that It might be In this connec?
tion he wished to consult me, 1 very
soon discerned that he was merely
using a statement contained therein
as a text for certain views of his own
on the conservation and development
of the country's timber supply.
I go thus Into what may seen un?
interesting detail, partly that 1 may
give a hint as to the character of
Cameron's mind, but more especially
to Indicate how lightly he would have
had me think he regarded that for
which he sought l a
Meanwhile my curiosity grew keen
r. It was natural, I suppose, that I
should fancy Evelyn Involved in some
way. In fact I then attributer the de?
pression during dinner to her knowl?
edge of what her uncle and guardian
purposed to say to me. Likewise I
found In thla conception the reason
for her sudden and unusual desertion.
Hitherto when I had dined here Eve?
lyn had remained with us while we
smoked our cigarettes, leading us at
length to the music room, where for
a glad half-hour the rich melody of
her youthful sweet contralto voice
mingled In pleasing harmony with her
owu plauo accompaniment.
And while I vainly made effort to
imagine wherein I might have laid my?
self open to the disapproval of this
most punctilious of guardians?for I
eipected nothing less than a studious?
ly polite reference to some shortcom?
ing of which I had betn unwittingly
guilty?I momentarily lost track of
my host's discourse. Emerging from
ray sbstrsctlon It was with a measure
of relief that I heard him saying:
"1 think you told me once, Clyde,
that you rather prided yourself on
your ability to get a line on one's
character from his handwriting.
That's why 1 telephoned for you this
afternoon. I have received an anony?
There was an all too apparent as?
sumption of nonchalance in his man?
ner of expression to deceive evert the
least observant, of which I am not
one. The effect was to augment the
seriousness of the revelation. I saw
at once that he was more disquieted
than he would have me know.
He was leaning forward, a llttlo
constrainedly, his left hand gripping
the arm of his chair, the fingers of his
right hand toying with the Item of
his* gold-rimmed Bohemian liqueur
"An anonymous letter!" i repeated,
with a deprecatory smile. "Anonymous
letter! should bo burned and forgot?
ten Surely you're not bothering about
the wri er""
I wish I could put before you sn ex?
act reproduction of Cameron's1 face as
1 then saw it; I gees ragged outlines,
the. heritage of Scottish BBOOBtry, soft*
en?*d snd rOtaod by a brilliant Intel?
lectuality; the sturdy t hin ;.nd sqUSfi
jaw. the heavy underllp meeting- the
Upper In scarcely perceptible curve;
. . 1 ...?ly uoot i the i mall|
be! alert, gray eye?, shining through
'lie round lenses of his spectacles; the
high? broad, tloplngi white brow arid
thw receding border of dark brown(
illghtlj irlaah d hair. That, aupt r
hVlully, was the fees, But I saw more
lhaa that, in the rleago ,,f one nab
gfnlly bravo 1 saw a battle wag d 1h>
hind I inarik a brittle between cour
?f?d fear; and I saw fc.r ?sin
Thru the mask became opaque once
more, ggd CaBseron, giving mo smilo
for htnlle, wa.4 replying.
"There nre anonymous Niters and
anonymous letters. Ordinarily your
? " _
method 1h the one I should pursue.In- J
deed I may say (hat when, about a '
month or so ago, I received a com- f
munlcatlon of that character, I did |
almost precisely what you now ad- |
vise, Certainly 1 followed one-half of j
your prescription?I forgot the letter;
though, for lack of fire In the dog
days, I did not burn It, bit thrust It |
into a drawer with an accumulation
of advertising circulars."
My apprehension lest Krelyn and I j
were personally affected had been by
now quite dissipated. It was perfectly
apparent to me that Cameron alone
was Involved; yet my anxiety was
none the less eager. Already my sym?
pathy and co-operation were enlisted. 1
I could only hope that he had mental?
ly exaggerated the gravity of the situ?
ation, yet my judgment of him was
that his inclination would be to err
In the opposite direction.
"And now something has happened !
to recall it to your memory?"
"Something happened very shortly
after its receipt," he replied. "Some?
thing very puzzling. But in spite of
that, I was inclined to treat, the matter
as a bit of clever chicanery, devised
for the purpose, probably, of extortion.
As such, I again put It from my
thoughts; but today I received a sec?
ond letter, and I admit I ?.m interest?
ed. The affair has features which
make It, indeed, uncommonly perplex*
j I fear my imagination win sluggish.
Although, in spite of his dissemblance,
I saw that he was strangely moved by
these happenings, I could fancy no
very terrifying concomitants of the
rather commonplace facts he had nar?
rated. For anonymous letters I had
ever held scant respect. An ambushed
enemy, I argued, Is admittedly a cow?
ard. And so I was In danger of grow?
"When the second letter came,** he
continued, bringing his left hand for?
ward to Join hie right on the dazzling
white ground of the table's damask, "I
searched among the circulars for the
first, and found lt. I want you to see
them both. The writing |g very curi?
ous?I have never seen anything just
like It?and the signature, if I may call
It that, 1b still more singular. On the
first letter, I took It for a blot. But
on the second letter occurs the same
black blur or smudge of identical out?
Of course I thought of the Black
Hard. It was the natural corollary,
seeing that the newspapers had been
giving us a surfeit of Black Hand
threats and Black Hand outrages. But,
somehow, I did not dare to voice it.
To have suggested anything bo ordi?
nary to Cameron in his present mood
would have been to offer him offense.
, And when, at the next moment, he
drew from an inner pocket of his eve?
ning coat two thin, wax-like sheets of
paper and passed them to me, I was
glad that I had kept silence. For the
letterB wer? no rough, rude scrawls
of an illiterate Mafia or Camorra. In
phraseology as well as in penman?
ship they were impressively unique.
"If you don't mind," Cameron was
saying, "you might read them aloud."
He rose and switched on a group of
electric wall lights at my back, and I
marked for the hundredth time his
physique?hla towering height, his
powerful shoulders, his leanness of
hip and sturdy stralghtneas of limb.
He did not look the forty years to
which he confessed.
One of the long French windows
which gave upon the terrace stood
ajar, and before resuming his seat
Cameron paused to close it, dropping
over it the looi>ed curtains of silver
gray velvet that matched the walls.
In tho succeeding moment the room
wan ghostly silent; and then, breaking
against the stillness, was the sound of
my voice, reading:
"That which you have wrought shall
in turn be wrought upon you. Take
warning therefore of wha'c shall hap?
pen on the seventh day hence. As
sun follows sun, so follows all that is
decreed. The ways of our God are
many. On the righteous he show 8
blessings; on tho evil he pours
That was the first letter. The sec
oud began with the same sentence:
"That which you have wrought shall
in turn bo wrought upon you."
? But there, though the similarity of
tenor continued, the verbal identity
ceased. It went on:
"Once more, as earnest of what is
decreed, there wtll be shown unto you
a symbol of our power. Precaution
cannot avail. Fine words and a smil?
ing countenance make not virtue."
And beneath each letter was the
strange silhouette whi^h Cameron
It Is difficult for me to convey the
most meager idea of the t motional In?
fluence which these two brief com?
munications e*erb d. Th?ry seemed to
breathe a grim spirit of implacable
Nemesis far in excess of anything to
bo found in the euphemism of tho
I written words.
When 1 bad finished the reading of
them aloud. Cameron,leaning tar back
in hlH c'.iilr. sat silently thoughtful,
his eyes narrowed behind his gla.-.ses,
but Died apparently upon the lights
behind me. And ho, reluctant to inter
rupt his reverie, I started to read
them through again slowly, thin time
to myself, fixing each sentence Indel?
lblv in mind as I proceeded. But be?
fore I hud quite oomo to th
companion a as ip< akli g,
"W?ll?" he Haid. And the !
chserlnesi of his tone wna i ?.i onto
marked contrast with his grave i
gorptlon of g moment before, but
Jarring discord with my own present
Rtood "Well? What <1> you make of
My annoyance found voice In my ro
"t smeron," i b< gged, "for God's
sake be serious. This doesn't teem
to me exactly ? matter to be merry
over. 1 don't want to alarm you, "bill
somehow I feel that these?" and I
shook the crackling, wax-like sheets,
"that these cannot bo utterly Ignored."
"Hut they are anonymous," he re?
torted, not unjustly. "Anonymous
letters should be burned and forgot- \
"Thrro are anonymous letter* and
ancmyirous letters," I gave him back,
In turn. "Those are of an unusually
convincing character. Besides, they
?" And then I paused. I wished to
tell him of that elusive encorapass
ment of sinister portent which had so
impressed me; of that malign forebod
lag beyond anything warranted by the
words; but I stumbled gin the effort at
expression. "Resides," I started again,
and ended lamely, "I don't like the
look and the feel of them."
. And now he was as serious as I
"Ah!" he cried, leaning forward
again and reaching for the letters.
"You have experienced It, too! And '
you can't explain It, any more than I?
It Is something that grips you when
you read, like an Icy hand, hard as
steel, in a glove of velvet. It's al?
ways between the lines, reaching out, J
and nothing you can do will stay it
I thought at first I Imagined It, but
the oftener I have read, the more I
have felt its clutch. The letters of
themselves are nothing. What do you
suppose I care for veiled threats of
that sort? I'm big enough to take
care of myself, Clyde. I've met peril
in about every possible guise, in every
part of the world, and I've never real?
ly known fear. But this?this is dif?
ferent. And the worst of it is, I don't
know why. I can't for the life of me
make out what it is I'm afraid of."
He bad gone very pale, and his
strong, capable hands, which toyed
with the two letters, quivered and
twitched In excess of nervous tension.
Then, with a finger pointing to the
ink-stain at the bottom of one of the
sheets, he asked:
"What does that look like to you?"
I took the letter from him, and
scrutinizing the rude figure with con?
centrated attention for a moment, ven?
tured the suggestion that it somewhat
resembled a boat.
"A one-masted vessel, square
rigged," he added, In elucidation.
"Now turn it upside down."
I did so.
"Now what do you see?"
"The head of a man wearing a hel?
met." The resemblance was very
"A straw helmet, apparently," he
amplified, "such as is worn in the
Orient. And yet the profile is not that
of an Oriental. Now, look at your ves?
sel again." And once more I reversed
the sheet of paper. s
"Can it be a Chinese junk?" I asked.
"It might be a sailing proa or ban
ca," he returned, "such as they use in
the South Pacific. But whatever It is,
I can't understand what it has to do
with me or I with It."
I was still studying the black daub,
when he said:
"But you haven't told me about the
handwriting. What can you read of
the character of the writer?"
"Nothing," I answered, promptly.
"It is curious penmanship, as you say
?heavy and regular and upright, with
some strangely formed letters; es?
pecially the f's and the p's; but it
tells me nothing."
"But I thought?" he began.
"That I boasted? So I did. When
one writes as one habitually writes It
is very easy. These letters, however,
are not in the writer's ordinary hand.
The writing is as artificial as though
you, for example, had printed a note
in Roman characters. Were they ad?
dressed in the same hand?"
"What was the post-mark?"
"They bore no post-mark. That Is
another strange circumstance. Yet
they were with my mail. How they
came there I have been unable to as?
certain. The people at the post office
naturally deny that the/ delivered
anything unstamped, as these were;
and Barrle, the lad who fetches the
letters, has no recollection of these.
Nor has Cheekabcedy, who sorts the
mall here at the house. But each of
them lay beside my plate at break?
fast?the first on the fourteenth of
August; the second, this morning, the
fourteenth of September."
"And they were not delivered by
"So far as I can learn, no."
"It Is very odd," I commented, with
I took tho letters from his hands
once more, and held them In turn be?
tween my vision and the candle-light,
hoping, perchance, to discover a wa?
ter-mark in the paper. Rut I was not
"You examined the envelopes cure
fully, I presume?" was my query as I
returned the sheets to the table.
"More t! an carefully," ho answered.
"P.u* you shall see them, if you like.
I found no traco of any identifying
Thus far be had made no further
mention of tho "puzzling happening"
which followed the receipt of the first
letter, and in the interest provoked by
the letters themselves I had foreborne
to question hint; but now as the words
"seventh day hence" fell again under
my ?ye, standing out, aa !t were, from
the IM st of IhS script w hich lay up?
turned on the ti ? . T was
conscious of a atiu ... * mcetn, ami
hv> made Inquiry.
"1 v. 1st] you w. uld loll :i ', tlrrt,
whether anything rcall) did occur on
the s? \ enth da)."
"I was coming to that," ho replied;
but it aeemed to me that prompt
though his response waa, there was a
shade of reluctance in hin mann? r; f >r
he relapsed Into silence for what must
have been the better pan of a min?
ute, and with eyes lowered sal seem?
ingly lost in thought.
Then lie ros?, abruptly, ana saying:
"Suppose we go Into my study, Clyde,"
led the way from the dining room,
across the great, imposing, grained
and fretted hall to that comparatively
email mahogany and green symphony
wherein he was wont to spend most
of hla indoor hourg. It was always a
rather gloomy room at night, with its
high dark oeil'ng, its heavy and vol?
uminous olive tapostry hangings,
wholly out of keeping, It seemed to
me, with the season?and its shaded
lights confined to the vicinity of the
massive polished, and gilt-ornamented
writing table of the period of the First
Empire And It impressed me now,
In conjunction with Cameron's prom?
ised revelation, as more than ever
grim and awesome.
I remember helping myrelf to a
cigar from the humidor which stood
on the antique cabinet in the corner
near the door. I was in the act of
lighting it when Cameron spoke.
"I want you to sit in this chair," he
said, indicating one of sumptuous up?
holstery which stood beside Vhe writ?
ing table, facing the low, long book-!
cases lining the opposite wall.
I did as he bade me, while he re?
"Do you, by any chance," he asked,
"remember a portrslt which hung
above the book-shelves?"
I remembered it very well. It was a
painting of himself, done some years
back. But now my gaze sought it in
"Certainly," I answered. "It hung
"Quite right. Now I want you to ob?
serve the shelf-top. You see how
crowded it Is "
It was indeed crowded. Bronze
busts and statuettes; yachting and
golf trophies in silver; framed photo?
graphs; a score of odds and enda, sou?
venirs gathered the world over. There
was scarcely an inch of space unoc?
cupied. I had frequently observed this
plethora of ornament and resented it.
It gave to that part of the room the
semblance of a curiosity shop. When
I had nodded my assent, he went on:
"On the afternoon of Friday, August
twenty-first, seven days after the re?
ceipt of that first letter, I was sitting
where you are sitting now. I was
reading, and deeply interested. I had
put the letter, as I told you, entirely
out of my mind. I had forgotten it,
absolutely. That seventh-day business
I had regarded?if I regarded it at all
?as idle vaporing. That this was the
afternoon of the seventh day did not
occur to me until afterwards. I recall
that I paused In reading to ponder a
paragraph that was not quite clear to
me, and that while in contemplation I
fixed my eyes upon that portrait. I re?
member that, because it struck me,
then, that th9 flesh tints of the face
had grown muddy and that the thing
would be better for a cleaning. I re?
call, too, that at that moment, the lit?
tle clock, yonder, struck three. I re?
sumed my reading; but presently, an?
other statement demanding cogitation,
I lowered my book, and once more my
eyes rested on the portrait. But not
on the muddy flesh tints, because?"
he paused and leaned forward, towards
me, speaking with impressive empha?
sis. "Because," he repeated, "there
were no fleeh tints there. BeeauEe
there was no head nor face there!"
I sat up suddenly, open-mouthed,
speechless. Only my wide eyes made
"Cut from the canvas," he went on,
in lowered voice, "clean and sharp
from crown to collar. And the bands
of the clock pointed to twelve min?
utes past three,"
(TO BE CONTINUED)
BICYCLE \M> MOTORCYCLE RAC?
Cttttlno HcKnlghl and J. A. Sohworin.
Jr. Winners of Two Events.
With a large crowd of spectators
cheering them on and watching with
almost breathless Interest the bicycle
nod motorcycle racers tried their lin k
Fridaj afternoon and ran for fortune
and honor, so t?? Bpeak, although the
prises given were not sufficiently large
to be called fortunes and only the
winners and their frb nds considered
it a great honor to win.
I The bicycle races came off tirst.
commencing promptly at 1! o'clock BS
scheduled. Tin- races were under the
management <f Mr. If. L. Tisdale and
were carried mit without a hitch or
The first race was the boys' half
mile race. This \? is won by Walter
Minis. Wxi came the nun's race.
which was won by Cuttlno McKnlght,
who had tin- goo,? fortune to win in
the same event lasi year <?n Bargain
Day. The ten mile race was called oft'
as there were not sufficient entries In
it an?! a h.ilf mile race, open to all.
was substituted in its place by the
managera This evenl attracted a
gr?-at deal of attention the prise
Was a thirty-live dollar bicycle. This
race a 'as won by Itartow Brunson.
in the motor cych races three
heats were run. the prise to go to the
runner making tho h<>st time In tho
three heatn, .1. v Schwerin came
first, AI Keels second, and ?'. A. Bhuy
ler third in these races, tin- fund of
$25 provided f"t the winners h?>tng
divided among them Afterwitrdc
another race was run off by M< srs
Schwerin and McLeod, ?( Itlshopvllle
Schwerin again coming out tho win?
Tho open aenson naming Pom
n< rntlc habit b WoodroM Wilson i
now on. ,\s for the Republicans wi
suppose they will have to resort t<
Biblical names.?-Orangeburg gun.
sum\Kits to (omi; hi:iti: next.
I>r. E. K. Wilson Named for Higher
Office?Lauge Number Attended
The local Shriners n-turnd from
Columbia Thursday night and Friday
morning, reporting having had a most
deltg'iltftll time during their short
stay in the capital city in attendance
upon the meeting of Omar Tit pit of
the Mystic Shrine at that place in the
usual annual Thanksgiving celebra?
The Temple, through a eommitt- I
consisting of Messrs. L: I. Parrott.
Ahe Kyttenherg and B. S. Booth, for
the local club of Shrin< rs, was ex?
tended an invitation to hold its next
Thanksgiving meeting in BunttOT. Tins
invitation was taken up with the gov?
erning hoard whieh passed on it
favorably and brought the matter up
at the general session Thursday in
Columbia. Here the invitation was
unanimously accepted and Sumter
will on next Thanksgiving have the
honor and pleasure of entertaining
some thousand or more members of
Omar Temple of the Mystic Shnine at
their semi-annual meeting and cele
oration. Already committees have
been appointed and plans are being
made to entertain the guests in a fit?
At tho meeting Dr. B. R. Wilson,
who holds the office of Oriental Guide,
was mentioned for the position of
High Priest and Prophet to which
position he will be elected at the
next annual meeting.
The Sumter Shriners' Club was
represented at the meeting in Colum?
bia Tuesday by about thirty members,
all of whom spent a most delightful
day. Th.- local Shriners did not go
over in -a. body as has heretofore been
their custom, but went on trains
Wednesday sfternoon and night and
Thursday morning, and some in aut?
omobiles. The trip to Columbia in
automobiles Which many contemplat?
ed making was not made on account
of the uncertainty of the weather
Wednesday night and the snow Thurs?
Twinges 0* rheumatism, back
iCl it Iff joints and shooting pains all
show your kidneys are not working
light. Urinary irregularities, loss of
Bleep, nervousness, weak back and
Sore kidneys tell the need of a good
rellal le kidney medicine. Foley Kid?
ney Pills arc tonic, strengthening and
restorative. They build up the kid?
neys and regulate their action.' They
will give you quick relief and contain
110 hal it forming drugs. Bate and al
ways su?e. Try them. Sibert's Drug
The Shriners will spend next
Thanksgiving in Sumter That gives
ample tint.- in which to prepare for a
royal welcome and a rousing big
"Tells the Whole Story/*
?To say that Foley's Honey and
Tar Compound is best for children
and grown persons and contains no
opiates tells only part of the tale.
The whole story is that it is the best
m? dicino for coughs, colds, croup,
bronchitis at.d other affections of the
throat, chest and lungs. Stops la
grippe, coughs and has a healing and
soothing effect. Remember the name,
Foley's Honey and Tar Compoo-.id.
and accept no substitutes. Sibert's
Mr. Brvin Shaw, \* ho is attending
Davidson College, drove a car from
Charlotte to this city Wednesday af?
ternoon, making the trip in about six
hours. Ho was accompanied by Mr.
John Duffle ami their other Davidson
A Night of Terror.
Few nights arc more terrible than
that of s mother lorking on her child
choking and gasping for breath dur?
ing an attack of ciaup, and nothing
in the house to relieve it. Many
mothers have passed nights of ter?
ror in this situation. A little fore?
thought will enable you to avoid all
this. Chamberlain's Cough Remedy
is a certain cure for croup and has
never been known to fail. Keep it at
hand. For sale by all dealers.?Advt.
Entertains Card club.
The Friday Afternoon Bridge Club
was pleasantly entertained by Miss
Margaret Bryan on Tuanksgfvl ig af?
After a number ??f interesting
hands wer?- played, the tables wore
cleared snd refreshments etrvod*
Miss i:v.i Klngman was awarded
the latest Planer production for the
highest score; Mrs, Hal Harby com?
Ing second, received a box of candy
'P^e consolation prise was cut by Miss
Dorlanp W er en * ??,,t
\ crusade of education which aims
If nia) ? i ra? ...i
cemmon within the next generation"
has been begun by prominent New
t'ork physicians, Herts is a list of the
"dont's" when the doctors ssy win
prevent the annual visitation of the
??! 'or. t -it in .. draguht} oar,'
"Pon't Bleep in hot rooms '
"Don't av< id fresh air."
"Don'l Btull yourself at meal time
Overeating reduces your resistance.
To which we would add?when reu
take a cold : ? ; rid of it as quldtly as
p .. ill le, To a. . mplish that you Will
tind Chamberlain s C< igh Remedy
most excellent. Bold bj si dealer* -