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Was Not In a Hurry.?Tody Hamilton. press agent, the one and inimitable. tells this story as illustrative of the lack of intelligence and energy of some Germans. "While the big show was on tour in Germany we frequently had difficulty in getting baggage cars in which to transport the property of the performers. We had to have a car of that sort, so I made arrangements with the railroad companies by which I guaranteed tnem eignieen nrai-ciusa iares cvcijr time I wanted the baggage car. At one place I went to the ticket office, and asked for the necessary tickets. The clerk, thinking I wag either fooling or craiy, since most Germans travel second or third rate, closed the ticket office window and would not give me the tickets. "I then applied to the man in charge, an officer in the imperial army, who also seemed surprised until I showed my contract "'What train do you want to get?' asked he. " 'The 1.30,' I replied. It was then after 12 o'clock. " 'Well, you come around about 4 o'clock, and I'll get them for you. I'm busy now, and can't stop my work.'" They Were Careful.?The following story, though it is more suggestive of the minstrel stage than reality, is repeated by the grave and accurate New York Times, though it admits that it had it from the Kansas City Tmimiil that h a H It In turn from the Sedge wick Pantagraph. As the tale runs "two young women of Sedgewlck hired a livery horse with which to take a drive into the country. Before the start was made the liveryman in answer to his patrons' inquiries as to the temper and disposition of the horse, assured them that he would be as gentle as a lamb if they kept the rein away from his tall, while there might be trouble if they didn't The young women returned in safety, and when asked if the horse had misbehaved, one of them replied: "Oh, no. There was one little shower, but we had an umbrella, and held it so that not a drop touched the horses' tail.' 'And that' concludes the Pantagraph, 'explains the dazed look the liveryman has been wearing for the past few days." Thought It Was a Bird.?A. story is told of a Glasgow bailie whose knowledge of natural history was limited. One day when on the bench the following case came before him: A man who had a squirrel, on going to the country for a short time left the squirrel in charge of a neighbor. The neighbor when attending to the animal accidentally left the door of its cage open, and without being seen It made its escape. On his return the owner of the squirrel was very angry at the man for his carelessness and brought an action against him demanding compensation for the loss of his pet. The bailie heard both parties and then gave the following as his decision. "Nae doot ye did wrang to open the cage door, but"?turning to the pursuer?"ye was. wrang, tae, for ye should hae clipplt the beast's wings." "It's a quadruped, yer honor!" said the man. "Quadruped here or quadruped there, if ye.had clippit its wings it couldna hae flown awa'. I dismiss the case." Formidable Preparations.?"Yas, sir," said Uncle Asbury, "I'se got a dauehter in de hieh school." "I suppose you are very proud of her." "'Deed I Is. An* whut's mo', she's gwine to be a great help to her father. She's studyln* geometry at de present time, an' she's say in' dem lessons over an' over again so's I kin hear 'em." "What's that for?" "Well, suh, I alius was kind o' anxious to preach, but I nebber didn't had de words to stand de competition. Now I reckops when I stan's up in front o' dat congregation an' gits to telling* 'em "bout hypothenuses an' pahalellograms dey's gwlne to rise up an' admit dat dey's listentn' to language sho' nuff." t . . Always the South Wind.?Of a hotel keeper in the Scotch highlands a tourist asked: "Is this a good place, landlord, do you think, for a person Q fPooto/l with a ivoqV ohoot' 9" "Name better, sir; name better," was the encouraging reply. . "I have been recommended, you know, by the doctor, to settle in a place where the south wind blows. Does it blow much here?" "Toots, av!" was the reply; "it's aye the south wind that blaws here." "Then how do you account for it blowing from the north at the present time?" said the tourist. "Oh, that's easily accounted for, sir," was the reply. "It's a south wind, a' the same, sir Jist on its rock back again."?Chicago Chronicle. Nothing to Do.?Towne?The last time I saw Jenkins he was looking pretty blue; said he had nothing to do. Browne?He told me the same thing today when I met him, but he was quite cheerful. Towne?Resigned to it, I suppose. Browne?Resigned to it? No, just appointed to it. He's got a political job.?Philadelphia Press. Lucid.?An American woman in Japan bought a can of mushrooms, and iouiiu me curecuons translated into English as follows: "Direction.?If several person will be to eat this in that manner they shall feel satisfied nutrition and very sweet or it can put in the hot water for the half hour and then take off the lid. They shall be proper to eat. It can be supply without putridity for several years."?Harper's Magazine. The Coldest Spots.?"Pa, I know where the coldest places are!" exclaimed Mary eagerly on her return from school. "Where?" asked the father of his 6-year-old daughter. "Greenland, Iceland and Zero," answered Mary triumphantly.?Lippincott's Magazine. gftiMfUwuoM grading. PROM CONTEMPORARIES. News and Comment That Is of More or Less Local Interest. CHESTER. Lantern, April 3: Mr. P. G. McCorkle told us yesterday that his oats, which were so promising, have been annihilated by the oat louse. He says they will not make a thing. When he noticed the destruction he found the stalks covered with little green lice.... This is Judge Dantzler's first term of court here, of course. When we say that he Is making a good impression it Is not the formal remark that Is so common. We have had but limited opportunity for personal observation, but we could not fail to gather from others who have been constantly present that the presiding judge has won admiration. Dignified, prompt and firm, he commahds respect, while his courtesy and consideration win the good will of all. It is a light thing to be considerate to those who are in a position equally to command consideration or get along without it. Judge Dantzler*s rulings, so far as we have heard, are considered absolutely impartial. We have personally noticed his fairness, and even kindness, to persons without standing or influence. He is careful to see that poor and ignorant defendants without counsel have fair treatment We have seen him 'take pains to instruct ignorant witnesses in their rights, indicating to them when they were privileged not to answer a lawyer's questions If they did not wish to do so. There is something very refreshing to us in conduct of this kind On Tuesday morning the further hearing of the case against Joe W. Watson for assault and "battery with Intent to kill TUa 4..mf a WttS t'UIIUllUCU. X lie jut; ivvuiiivv. M verdict of guilty on second count, not guilty on first count. Sentence, 30 days or $25. The grand Jury brought in the following presentment in the case of Andrew P. Hafner on a charge of assault and battery with intent to kill. The evidence warrants a true bill, and we so find, but at the request of the prosecutor and good citizens of the community, we think the interest of good will be promoted by a nol pros and so recommend to the solicitor. This is the case in which Hafner was charged with an assault upon Thomas Hudson on the road from Chester. B. E. Wright was tried for murder and found not guilty. J. G. Darby and W. W. Cassels, charged with assault and battery with intent to kill, were found not guilty. Henry McMaster, charged with house-breaking and larceny, was found guilty on seoond count. He was sentenced to three years in this case and three years additional in a case tried on Monday. John Wylie was found guilty of assault and battery with intent to kill and was sentenced to the penitentiary for six years. Alf Hughes, charged with housebreaking and larceny, was acquitted. Lewis Johnson pleaded guilty to indictment for housebreaking and larceny, and was sentenced to one year on the public works. LANCASTER. Ledger, April 4: When the announcement was made last Wednesday evening that our 'popular young townsman, Mr. Geo. W. Williams, and Miss Ida Corbett, one of the most talented young lady teachers of our graded school, were married, it was considered an April fool, but such was not the case. Mr. Williams took Miss Corbett out for a drive In the afternoon and on their return stopped at the Baptist parsonage wherere they were united In marriage by Rev. Dr. J. H. Boldridge. After the ceremony they drove to the residence of Mr. Williams' parents where they were awaited, and received with hearty congratulations At the residence of the bride's parents, Mr. and Mrs. R. J. Flynn, at Newcut, on Wednesday, April 1, 1903, at high noon, Mr. Nebraska E. Moore and Miss Dora Flynn were united in the holy bonds of matrimony, the Rev. W. C. Winn, of the Methodist church, performing the interesting ceremony in the presence of relatives and a few of the most intimate friends of the happy contracting parties. After an excellent wedding dinner at the bride's home, carriages in waiting brought the bridal party to town, where Mr. and Mrs. Moore departed over the L. & C. for Washington, D. C., where they will spend a week or so, after which they will make their home in Charleston Since our last issue the following additional merchants have signed the agreement to close their stores at 6.30 p. m., from A nri 1 1 tA QontomKor lot* T T Awt? wv ?v|/bciiiuct *ov. v w. Blackmon, R. Miles, L. C. Payseur, Q. C. CarneS and J. F. Mackey & Co.'s furniture department Rev. and Mrs. J. P. Knox, of Columbia, are visiting Rev. and Mrs. W. C. Ewart Rev. Mr. Knox is assisting In the meeting in progress at the A. R. P. church. GASTON. Gastonia Gazette, April 3: Mrs. N. T. Barneycastle, aged about 40 years, died early last Saturday morning at her home, near the Modena. Funeral services were conducted at the house Sunday afternoon by Rev. Mr. Thomasson, of Belmont, and the interment took place In the Shiloh burying ground. Mrs. Barneycastle had been ill only a short time, her death being due to a complication of diseases. She is survived by a husband and several children... .A 2-year-old child of Mr. and Mrs. John Veach, of the Avon, tiled of diphtheria Friday afternoon at 5 o'clock and was buried In the city cemetery Saturday afternoon at 4 o'clock, the funeral services being conducted at the house by Dr. H. F. Chreitzberg... .Coronor W. M. Adams was summoned to Bessemer City about noon yesterday to hold an inquest over the body of John Polk, a Negro boy 17 years of age, which was found lying near the Southern tracks a short distance east of Bessemer City, with a bullet hole in his head and bearing other marks of foul play. The body was discovered about eight o'clock in the morning by a Negro who was on his way to work. Other parties were called and the authorities notified. Those who first saw the body said that life was not quite extinct, a few breaths being drawn after they arrived. Coroner Adams immediately impaneled a jury and an investigation was made. From the boy's father, Charlie Polk, It was learned that he had been working at Winston. Last Monday the father wrote him to come home and work on the farm, but had heard nothing from him and his presence in the neighborhood was not known. The jury's verdict was that deceased came to his death from a pistol shot through the head and from blows Inflicted on the head by some blunt instrument. No clue was developed as to the perpetrators of the deed. BAD MEN?BY JACK CRAWFORD. And Brave Men, Too, Who Died With Their Boots On. Col. Jack Crawford has been writing: for the Chicago Inter-Ocean his recollections of some of the brave men and "bad" men of the plains a generation ago. He's a rich man now out in Oregon and a good story-teller, as his narrative proves: The notorious "bad man" of the western frontier is becoming a rarity. Along with the scout, the cowboy, the stage driver and the pony express rider, the old-time brigands and desperadoes have almost disappeared. Scores were killed in bloody battles with frontiersmen, many died in terrible feuds, others have been captured and tamed by the stern lessons of stone walls and iron bars. The passing of the "bad men" meant much to those of us who blazed the trails from the Missouri river to the Pacific ocean, and all the early farers in the wild west had their hardships, deprivations and hair-raising experiences. All the men of those days of necessity were rugged, keen, fearless men, for it took a steadfast heart to push forward in the face of the dangers, and a fearless one to meet and put down the relentless foes, both red and white, that the trail-breakers met. One of the bravest and coolest men I ever knew was the famous "Wild Bill," whose name in the family Bible is written William Haycock. It is not MicKocK, as onen seen spenea. i Knew "Wild Bill" as well as I ever knew any one. We were together a great deal. He was a powerfully built man, his eye was like an eagle's and he was absolutely fearless of danger while performing his duties as United States marshal in the days of the Kansas Jayhawkers, and later in dealing with the Indians and bad men on the frontier. "Wild Bill" was daring to an extreme. He thought only of his duty and he fulfilled it always. He was honest and tender hearted and I have seen him give up his last five-dollar bill to aid some poor Immigrant who. was starving. By this action he often changed places with the sufferers. One time "Wild Bill" and myself were riding along the trail from Sidney to Deadwood through the buffalo swales. It was a terrible country, infested by a motley gang of cut throats and all-round bad 'men. We rode on until we came to a little dugout where a man named Reddy Kelly kept a saloon. It wasn't a pretentious place. The roof was supported by a post in the middle of the room; a simple rough nlonlr aorvaH q a a hfl r A bucket of water and one demijohn of whisky composed the entire stock in hand. Kelly himself was a picturesque character, a man of brawn. He wore a fiery beard and a sleeveless red flannel shirt. We all knew him very well and when "Wild Bill" and I rode up we tied our horses to a small fir tree outside and went in to get a drink. I stepped in first and walked to the opposite side of the post supporting the roof. "Wild Bill" stepped up to the bar,-leaned on his left elbow, and began talking to Reddy Kelly. All of a sudden, as if he had leaped through the floor a man jumped before "Wild Bill" without any warning. In each hand he held a revolver. He got Bill and myself in line and neither of us dared move. "Hold up your hands," the fellow shouted to Bill with a string of oaths, which formed the dialect of the bad men of those days. "I am going to kill you, Bill." Bill without a move, quietly looked at the intruder, and then -said to him: "Why, my man, you do not want to kill me in cold blood. Have you thought about this matter? I don't know you nor your reason for wanting to get me out of the way.' "Well," said the stranger. "I'm going to kill you because you've strung up too many of our fellows, and now it's your time, Bill." The threat didn't feaze. the coolheaded marshal. He gazed steadfastly into the other man's face and then said: "That is too bad. I never thought of that before, but I suppose it is a necessary thing. And now you want to put me out of the way." "Yes, and I'm a-goin' to do it right," growled the stranger. The muzzles of both revolvers were not eighteen inches from Bill's face, but he never flinched. I dared not move or the fellow would have killed Bill before I could jump aside and shoot. I saw the muscles of Bill's neck grow taut, the cords stood out in his heck and his feet seemed to sink into the rough floor. Bill gazed into the man's eye for a minute and then gave a terrible warwhoop, throwing the man's attention from his aim for an Instant. He ducked his head a foot and like a flash of lightning whipped out two great revolvers. As they came up the bullets were flying, and every one of the twelve leaden pellets pierced the man's body, litterally cutting him In two. When Bill gave his unearthly yell the intruder fired one shot, but it went far above the mark. In a minute the smoke blew away and the man lay dead on the floor. Bill turned to Reddy Kelly and said: "Remove this carrion, Red, and give us another drink." We took another drink, walked to our horses and struck out along the trail to Deadwood. I never heard Bill say a word about the affray and I said nothing. We were not In the habit of remembering such things. Next to "Wild Bill," the bravest man and one of the most desperate I ever saw was an out-and-out brigand. His name was Jack Burke, and he was the boldest man in the notorious "Billy the Kid's" gang of desperadoes. I first ran across Burke in: El Paso, Tex., after I had been for some time in Mexico. I knew the habits of the banditti, I had fought and rode among bad men throughout the frontier states, but I had never found a braver man than Burke. My meeting with him was extraordinary, and not accompanied by the most comforting circumstances. In El Paso I ran across an old friend. Red Hart. He told me he was going to open a new building that night and wanted me to help him by seeing that no desperadoes entered the place. I Kit-** T trnuM o(/I Vtlm on/i T PA iviu mill * n vuiu aiu jitit* *??? ? - ? mained In the building until late. There was a varied throng there, men of all classes and descriptions, most of them rough-and-ready fellows. About 2 o'clock in the morning, when all the early comers were gone, I walked down the back stairs, which terminated in an alley. At the bottom of the stairway was a hooded door, behind which burned a flickering, smoky oil lamp. The shadows wavered and rather blinded one. When I reached the bottom of the stairs and opened the door into the alley I was confronted by four men. Each man held a gun at my head, ordered me to throw up my hands, and deliver what cash I had. To me this was rather astonishing, for I have always been a peaceful man. I did not see my way clear to accede to the demand. I quietly and slowly pulled out my revolver?a beautiful barker that shot a ball as big as a walnut?and simply stated that I did not intend to be robbed. The largest of the four men?a handsome, broadshouldered, but desperate looking fellow, again ordered me to give up my money. "You are four to one," I said. "Four cowards to one man, and I am a brave mnn lindarstand that. You can kill me, I know, but I can shoot quicker than you, and before I go down I will send two of you to the happy hunting grounds. Turn loose, if you want to, and I'll give you more than*'a fair show, but I'll get two of you." The tall man lowered his revolver and stepped forward. You don't kill a brave man like this fellow, boys," he said, "and I'm on his side. I fight with him." I told him to get back with his gang, that I was not afraid of the four. The big fellow 'ordered the men to put up their weapons, saying: "It ain't a square deal to get a live one cooped up this way. The treats are on us, stranger, if you'll come around the corner." I went, but told them they must pay for the treat, and that nothing less than a five-dollar gold piece would square matters. They opened a bottle of champagne. We drank up and then the four left. I never said a word to any one about the experience, but I found thereafter that every man In "Billy the Kid's" gang was my friend. I met them time and again in the Seven Rivers district, along the Rio Grande, and all through No Man's Land, and they never once stopped or offered to harm me. Several months after the little episode at El Paso I had to go to the Apache reservation a government */v mm onrrtoi llnoa hAQrin? rifl CII5 J UCUI IU 1 Uli OVII1V ?saa^wr v ? the local coal lands along the Seven Rivers. I knew I was In the bad territory, but the men never mistrusted me. I met a time or two the big fellow, who held me up, and I came to know him as Jack Burke. One day I came near to Burke's cabin, a four-room building with an L and a log porch of primitive style. I saw Burke sitting on the porch cleaning his Winchester rifle. I spoke to him and went through to the rear to speak to an old woman who kept the cabin. While talking to her I heard a rifle shot, and, hurrying around to the porch, I found Burke had been shot by a member of his own gang. The wound was a frightful one. The ball had ripped open his abdomen. I got a sheet and tied it around his waist and he crawled into the house. "Get me to tne winaow, jacn ne atim "and tell the old woman to keep out of the way. There's going to be hell to pay here for a little while. Give me my gun and put a mattress up under the window. There I will die, but I'll take a few along with me when I go. This Is not your flghf, Jack Crawford. I have not long to live. Keep out of the way until I call you." Burke raised his rifle, stuck it out of the window and waited. I did not think he could live Ave minutes, so I took the old woman and got her out of harm's way. In another minute the Winchester began spitting Are. For twenty minutes the battle kept up furiously. A great many shots were fired from places of hiding outside, and Jack watched the little puffs of smoke and then sent a bullet straight to the mark. At last his firing ceased for a moment, and I thought it was all over with him. Then I saw him slowly lay his cheek against his rifle stock, as slowly close one eye, and as slowly pull the trigger. His aim was directed at a small knot hole In a sawmill 200 yards fn tV>Q away. ? nt; uuuei wciu suaiam vw v?v point, as I learned afterward. When Jack fired his last shot?It was what we call the dead man's shot, and Is always true?he called me. I ran to him and he said: "Stretch me out, old man, and pull off my boots. I am going to die. My real name Is not Jack Burke. No one ever shall know who I am. My father Is a wealthy New York state man and my family knows nothing of me. I do not want them to know." Thq fellow then let his hands fall, his head dropped to one side and he was dead. He had been game to the finish. When all was quiet I walked about the region to take a look at the battle ground. Jack had killed five men. The last one fell at the "dead man's shot." The first shot fired at Jack came from the knot hole in the sawmill and from there came all the time the fiercest fire. Jack missed aim at the place several times, but that last shot went to the target, and there, Inside the mill, I found a desperado with his whole head blown off. T oq \\r To n\r Rurlro /looontlv hnripil I have never said a word about the battle and the only message that ever went out was a small dispatch to the newspapers, which read, "Jack Burke, the greatest desperado with 'Billy the Kid,' has been killed in a brawl with other members of the brigand gang." I was a witness also of the passing of two other members of "Billy the Kid's" gang. One evening in the spring of 1881 I rode into El Paso from Los Tancos and Paso del Norte. It was 9 o'clock when I reached El Paso and I was travel worn and started at once for my living place. On the way I met Dallas Studemire, the marshal of El Paso. He was born a Texan, was a man of rare ability, full of resolution, and faithful to his duty. The hills not far away were infested at that time with a part of notorious gang of desperadoes, every man of them a desperate highwayman. When I met ^tudemlre he stopped me and asked: "What are you goin to do tonight, John?' "I've Just ridden in from Del Norte," I said, "and I am tired and am going home." "Got your gun with you?" asked Dal. I told him I had it. "Come quickly with me, then," said the marshal, 'Tm going to capture Campbell and Stern, two of 'the Kid's gang. They're desperate lads, and I hear they are in the upper end of the town now. I wish you would guard my rear so that I am not attacked. I'll do the shooting. It's not your Job, but I don't want to be shot in the back. Will you go?" I went, and we sailed up the middle of the street, Dal with his pair of 41s and I with my revolver, "Old Betsy." We walked rapidly, and I had to admire the cool courage, not to say daredeviltry, of the young marshal. He seemed perfectly confident of getting his men, and he went along the street in full view of the crowd, both hands at his revolver belt. We had walked scarcely a distance of two blocks when the ball opened. The two desperadoes Jumped from behind the old Grand Central hotel, then an adobe house, and brought their Winchesters down upon Dal. Both weapons spoke, but the balls went above the target Without flinching or batting an eye or showing the least fear on earth, Dal whipped out both revolvers. They spoke almost simultaneously. Campbell lurched forward with a great ugly hole directly between his eves. Before he had struck the ground Stem was sinking into a heap, shot through the head. Dal rushed up to the men and found them both dead. It was the quickest work I ever saw. But how it was the men flred high I never could understand. Both were dead shots.?New York Sun. ANY CHURCH or parsonage or institution supported by voluntary contribution will be given a liberal quantity of the Longman & Martinez Pure Paints whenever they paint. Note: Have done so for twenty seven years. Sales: tens ol millions of gallons; painted nearly two million houses under guarantee to repaint if not satisfactory: The paint wears for periods up to eighteen years. Linseed Oil must be added to the paint (done in two minutes.) Actual cost then about $1.25 a gallon. Samples free. Sold by otir Agents. W. B. STROUP & BRO., Clover. S. C. J. D. HAMILTON, Sharon, S. C. PHOTOGRAPHY IS AN ART AND it takes an artist to be a photographer. One who is not an art 1SI aoesn I BIUIIU IIIUUU Ul tl i;imnv;c UI making: a success at photography. 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Klngville Ar.... 12.45p.m. These trains?Nos. 33 and M?will stop only at Summerville, Branchvllle, Orangeburg and St. Matthews. Between Kingvllle and Blaeluhnrff. Read down. Read up. No. 33?daily. No. 34-daily. 5.00p.m....Lv. Kingville Ar.... 12.50p.m. fiiSnm ir Pumrten Ar. 11.30a.m. 8.00p.m...Ar. fatawba Jt Ar...9.40a.m. 8.20p.m....Ar. Hock Hill Ar....9.16a.m. 8.59p.m Ar. Tlrzah Ar 8.64a.m. 9.09.pm....Ar. Yorkvllle Ar....8.42a.m. 9.22p.m Ar. Sharon Ar. 8.27a.m. 9.35p.m Ar. Hickory Ar.....8.16a.m. < 9.50p.m Ar. Smyrna. Ar 8.05a.m. 10.15p.m...Ar. Blacksburg Lv...7.45a.m. Trains Nos. 33 and 34 stop at all important stations between Kinffville and Blacksburg. Between Rock Hill and Marlon. Read down. Read up. No. 35?daily. No. 36?daily. fi.OOa.m....Lv. Rock Hill Ar...lO.SOp.m. 6.19a.m Ar. Tirzah Ar 10.11p.m. 6.31a.m Ar. Yorkville Ar... 10.01p.m. 6.46a.m Ar. Sharon Ar....9.46p.m. 7a.m Ar. Hickory Ar 9.36p.m. 7.10a.m Ar. Smyrna Ar.....9.25p.m. 7.30a.m...Ar. Blacksburg Ar...,8.40p.m. 10.45a.m Ar. Marlon Lv 5.60p.m. No. 35 and 36 stop at principal stations between Rock Hill and Marlon. Through Pullman sleeping car service on trains 33 and 34 between New York and Charleston via. Charlotte, Rock Hill, Camden, and Kingville. Dinging cars on No. 33 and 34, Rock Hill to Washington. For further Information address: S. H. HARDWICK, Gen. Pass. Agt., Washington, D. C. W. H. TAYLOE, Asst. G. P. A., Atlanta, Ga. R. W. HUNT, Dlv. Pass. Agt., Charleston, S. C. <<& Get The Enquirer's prices on Job Printing before you place your orders.