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Iwmawus Department.
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
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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
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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
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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.
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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. J
have given years of study to this especial
line and I can say with pride
that my work will compare favorably
with that of any photographer in this
section.
The best and most perfect photographs
are the result of experience
and not experiments. I do all of my
developing, retouching and finishing,
thereby obtaining the best possible results.
As Far As Prices
Are concerned, you. need nbt worry
yourself along that score. I know that
my prices are reasonable and you . will
agree with me when I tell you what
they are. I am alsd prepared to develop
and print pictures taken with pocket
cameras. If "you have a Kodak or
Vive or any other camera, and for any
reason you can't develop and print
your pictures, bring them to me at my
gallery on West Liberty street.
J. R. SCHORB.
MoALxHlAMtit AT HWflff
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A. Y. CART WRIGHT,
SURGEON DENTIST,
YORKVILLE, S. C.
ftSXt OFFICE HOURS:
g . m. to z p. m.;a p.m.,t05p.m
Office in upstairs rooms of Cartwright
Building, opposite Telegraph and Express
Offices.
Residence Phone 44. Office Phone 67.
W. W. LEWIS,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
No. 5 Law Range, Yorkville, S. C.
Practice in State and United States
Courts. Prompt and careful attention
given to all business.
GEO. W. S. HART,
ATTORNEY AT LAW.
YORKVILLE, S. C.
Office No. a LAW RANGE. 'Phone 58.
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WHEN you find it necessary to purchase
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and we will give you the benefit of the
low prices that we paid.
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RAILWAY COHPARY.
Schedule Effective Nov. 23,1002,
Northbound. Passenger. Mixed.
Lv. Chester 6.10a.m. 9.00a.m.
Lv. Lowryville.... 6.34a.m. 9.35a.m.
Lv. McConnells .. 6.50a.m. 10.00a.m.
Lv. Guthrles 6.58a.m. 10.13a.m.
Lv. Yorkville 7.18a.m. 10.50a.m.
Lv. Filbert 7.31a.m. 11.20a.m.
Lv. Clover 7.46a.m. 11.42a.m.
Lv. Bowling Green 7.57a.m. 12.16a.m.
Lv. Gastonia 9.20a.m. 6.00a.m.
Lv. Lincolnton ...10.22a.m. 8.54a.m.
Lv. Newton 11.10a.m. 11.00a.m.
Lv. Hickory 11.38a.m. 1:40p.m.
Ar. Lenoir 1.04p.m. 6.02p.m.
Southbound. Passenger. Mixed.
Lv. Lenoir 1.50p.m. 6.30a.m.
Lv. Hickory 2.50p.m. 9.05a.m.
Lv. Newton 3.18p.m. 11.35a.m.
Lv. Lincolnton.... 4.05p.m. 12.55p.m.
Lv. Gastonia .... 5.35p.m. 2.30p.m.
Lv. Bowling Gr'n. 5.59p.m. 3.10p.m.
Lv. Clover 6.10p.m. 3.30p.m.
Lv. Filbert 6.25p.m. 4.07p.m.
Lv. Yorkville 6.40p.m. 4.30p.m.
T.v fiiithHM 7.03n.m. 5.0tiD.m.
Lv. McOonnells .. 7.10p.m. 5.22p.m.
Lv. Lowrysville .. 7.26p.m. 5.40p.m.
Ar. Chester 7.50p.m. 6.25p.m.
CONNECTIONS.
Newton and Hickory?Southern Ry.
Gastonla?Southern Ry.
Cheater?Southern Ry., S. A. L., and L
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E. F. REID. G. P. Agent,
Cheater, S. C.
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BLUE Andeluslans, Brown Leghorns,
Black Mlnorcas, Barred
Plymouth Rocks, Indian Games, War
Horse Pit Games, Bronze Turkeys.
They are all pure and I can give absolutely
satisfactory reference as to my
reliability. Write J. W. BETTS, Lesslie;
S. C. Feb. 14 s.w.tf.
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RN RAILWAY* >
r TRADE and TRAVEL
IUTNERN STATER.
Time Conoenleei Schedules
V
ira Trip to Ikon who
TNERN RAILWAI. a
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|SOUTHERN RAILWAY,
Effective January 18th, 1808.
Between Klngrvllle and Charleston.
Read down. Read up.
No. 33?Daily. No. 34?Daily.
1.50p.m....Lv. Charleston Ar...3.50p.m.
2.25p.m...Ar. Summerville Ar..3.11p.m.
4.50p.m Ar. 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.
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