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;; SCENE OF TRAGEDY Visitor in the Homo of Mrs. Marth? Crosby Assassinated One Night and Few Days After, Her Son Commits Suicide. Waltorboro, June 13.?Monday night Charlie Jones was shot by an unknown party at the home or Mrs. Martha Crosby, near Smoaks. It seems that Mrs. Crosby had some men running her crop for her, but. on account of some disagreement, 1 id stopped work. Mr. Jones was at tu r home Monday afternoon making arrangements with her about taking charge of her crop. It being late in the afternoon Mrs. ?Crosby went into the kitchen to pro pare supper, and Mr. Jones went out side to feed the hogs lor her. On com ing back to the house, Mr. Jones was on the piazza talking to Mrs. Crosby when two shots were fired from a dou ble-barreled gun, a few shots striking him in the hand and tho rest in the body. One barrel of the gun waB load ed with buck and small shot. Mr. Jones went Into the kitchen and said to Mrs. Crosby, "I am shot." He then went back^ to the piazza and said, "I am killed." and fell to the floor and died almost Instantly. Mrs. Crosby gave tho alarm immediately to her nearest neighbors, and the coroner was notified, btu failed to get there. The deputy sheriff being in the neigh borhood, was also notified, and while a few miles away, was met and told that it was done by an unknown party. He then returned to Walterboro. ? Oertain parties in the community are said to have advised Jones one or two days prior to shooting that it would be well for him to "get up and get" with whatever he had. Up to 3 o'clock Tuesday afternoon no in quest bad been held, and the body of the dead man lay where It fell. The coroner of Colletoi) could not be reached, and a magistrate was Inac cessible.?The State. Son Commits Suicide. Walterboro, June l.r?.?A second tragedy this week has been reported from the Little Swamp section in the upper part of this county; the first being that of Charlie Jones, who was assassinated Monday night from am bush while visiting at the home of Mrs. M. L .Crosby; the second being that of Laurie Mrosby. a young white man, son of Mrs. M. L. Crosby, who committed suicide near his home Thursday morning. The coroner's jury returned a verdict In the case of Jones that ho came to his death from gunshot wounds at the hand of unknown person or persons; the ver dict in the ease of Crosby is that he came to his death from gunshot wounds at his own hand. Crosby's wife stated that he came home Thursday morning desiring to get something to drink. She had some wine in the smoke house, a small outbuilding, btu told him that she had lost the key. Without say ing anything to her, he took his gun ,^and going a short distance from the ?ouse, it i:, presumed, placed the muz zle of the gun against his temple, blowing tho top of his head off, killing himself instantly. When found, his body was lying across the gun Coroner Rhode and Sheriff Fox were Immediately notified and held the in quest over his remains. Thursday night, the verdict being as above. The sheriff has accepted a theory that Crosby killed Junes, and no arrests have followed.?Tho State. FOR FLOOD Sl'FFKRFRS. Mr. A. C. Kaufman Acknowledges Check for Fund Subscribed b> Lau rens Citizens. Replying to the letter of The Ad vertiser several weeks ago, in which letter was enclosed a check for $2"> for the flood sufferers of the Mississip pi valley, Mr. a. C. Kaufman, of Char leston, writes as follows: Near Charleston, S. C. June 1.".. 1912 Editor The Laurens Advertiser: I hn\? tho honor to acknowledge In my own name and that of the Red Cross the contribution of $2.r> on the part of oertaln of your fellow citizens towards the rel'.ef of the Mississippi flood sufferers. I)d express to your liberal respond ents to this most needy community the appreciation and gratitude of us all for their "little deeds of love." To your splendid paper we would also have them remember that they are not for gotten in this good work. Thanks, many thanks. Yours very truly. A. C. Kaufman, . Acting President, S. C. Stato Poard ?American Red Cross. Since that time The Advertiser has received $1.00 from A. H. Wolff. This will be sent to Mr. Kaufman Saturday of this week. If there are any others who would like to con tribute to this worthy causo, the mon ey should be sent in by the end of this week to reach the sufferers at the earliest time. The flood caused immense suffering among tho poorer people of that district and many of them are without the every day needs of life. A little assistance given now ?.will prove a boon to thorn. Kliza's Engagement By John Osborna Field ?Copyright. 1911, by Associated I .Horary Press.) "Well, good-bye. Eliza, I hope you'll have a good time," said pert little Molly Dobson. flaunting her recently acquired diamond solitaire ring In the sunshine. "And I hope," she teased, "that you'll come home engaged, too. to ttome nice city man. Write and tell us all about It." Molly laughed, as If the Idea of El'ss's u?coin'ug engaged vrcro s. b<>se Joko. Eliza's uncle, John Robinson, patted her shouldor with embarrass ment and her Aunt Emma Robinson tried to smllo naturally. The station master whistled with forced cheerful ness. "That Molly Dobson's an awful mean girl," he said to himself. A moment later Eliza Jumped aboard the train that waa to take her to the city, and before long the little group of friends on tho station was Just a blur in the distance. Eliza was twenty-eight and she had determined to go to the city for a few months of excitement. The comfort able routine of her life at Dayvllle. where sho had lived with her aunt and uncle from babyhood, had begun to pall. Her days wero never empty. There were active hours spent out of doors planting and pruning flowers and vegetables and tending her chick ens and ducks; and other active hours spent In the pleasant, sunny kitchen over savory preserve kettles or the week's fragrant baking. There were long placid evenings on the vino-cov ered piazza under the stars or be sldo tho glowing sitting-room stove, with tho dozing Uncle John and chat tering Aunt Emma and purring Tabby for companions. There wore occa sional excursions?-picnics and carry all drives and once in a while a Jaunt with one of tho young men of the vil lage. Hut Eliza kiif?w that the years to come would be Identical with tho years that had passed, and she grow discontented. It was this perfectly comfortable stato of affairs but wholly uncomfort able state of mind that had Induced Eliza to sot forth on the flrat real ad venture of her life. She made her j voice an excuse; It was a sweet, light rolce that led all tho others in the I (Tillage choir, and although Eliza knew that it was not worth cultivation, it Eervcd as an excuse. She wrote for 1 Circulars from Blnglng masters, en gaged n room in an inexpensive but comfortable hoarding house in the city and with her savings in her pock et, started forth to see the world. But until Molly Dobson's taunting words wero spoken Eliza hrfd not real ly considered matrimony as a possible culmination of her city visit. Molly's words, however, put nn idea into her head. Why not pretend, alter a few weeks away from home, that she was ' engaged? It would be fun to write the letters describing the lucky man. tho things they did together and their plans for tho future. Then, later. Eliza thought, she could write to say that tho engagement was broken, and could return home heart-free. "And if sho thought I really had been engaged," thought Eliza. "I shouldn't care how much that silly llttlo Molly did tease mo. And It won't exactly be a He. I'll pick out some nice man at the boarding house, and pretend he's the one." With this Justlflcatlon for her pro posed action, and with tho excitement of her ?lan flushing hor tanned cheeks and brightening her soft brown eyes. Eliza walked Into Mrs. Benson Brown's rather shabby hoarding house that same evening for dinner. She looked furtively from one end of the lone crowded table to the other to tlnd the chosen man. Three or four middle aged women who looked as if ihey had spent most of their time gos siping over fancywork. their equally monotonous-looking husbands. the timid pale young daughter of one of the women, who giggled and blushed whenever anyone spoke to her. a dapper young man who cracked Jokes fur the benefit of the whole table, a lame old man. n near sighted old lady that reminded Eliza of Mrs Saunde s and buxom Mrs ?$naon Brown -iliese filled tho table After Eliza lu-.d biftn m?.i :'.::> cd to everybody present she sank back Into her chair with a feeling of disappoint ment. "Why. he isn't here," sho thought. "I couldn't even pretend he waa that silly young man that makes JokoB; besides he and the pale little girl teem quite taken with ?ach other. Oh!" Eliza started. Opposite her was a vacant chair. A serious looking, tall young man, with keen gray eyes was I Just taking his place there, and Mrs. Benson Drown was saying: "Oh. Miss Morgan, this Is Mr. Wil bur." "How do you do Miss Morgan." said I the man, his face lighting with a smile of friendliness. "Sorry I'm late, Mrs. Brown." Eliza breathed more easily, and the next day she mentioned "a very pleas ant young man?about thirty-five I should say?whoso name is Wilbur," In her letter to her aunt, and a few days later she wroto to Molly Dobson of a walk in tho park she had had with Mr. Wilbur, "the nicest man you over saw." The weeks passed quickly with Elir.a. Each other she wrote home contained some reference to Mr. Wil bur. Once he had brought her a book?she had given him the money for it and had asked him to get It, but she did not mention these facts; again he had brought flowers, and she shuddered when she wrote this down, for It was true. There were brief references to real conversations be tween the two. and long accounts of imaginary talks and excursions to gether. Finally, at the end of three months, Eliza's friends in Dayvllle re ceived word that she and Mr. Wilbur were engaged. "There are still three months to break It In." thought Eliza. It was thief- or four days after Eliza had announced her engagement. She | had come down stairs to look for let- | lers on the hall table, and sat in Mrs. Hrown's dimly lighted parlor reading tin in. There were half a dozen ? all letters of good wish<-s and congratu lations. "I know you'll be happy; It's lovely to be engaged." wrote Molly Dobson. Eliza trembled guiltily as sho read them. She loft her uncle's until last, but finally she tore it open. "If you are sure he is the right man. dear child. I am glad. But don't make a mistake; you seem so far away from everything and everyone that you are used to and know. Don't do anything you will regret later." Eliza buried her head In one of Mrs. Brown's sofa cushions with a sob. "Don't do anything I'll regret." she repeated. "Oh. how wicked, wicked I've been." Then, suddenly Eliza rcnHzcd that what she was crying for was that she and Mr. Wilbur were re: lly not engaged. Eliza heard a footstep by her side and looked up into tho grave eyes of Mr Wilbur. "Why, you poor little girl." he said ' gently, kneeling down and putting his j arms about her. "Don't cry 1'liza. pulling herself free. "Oh, you musn't," and she rushed past him Into the hall and up to her room. Once there she locked the door and set to work to write a confession. "1 must tell you," she wrote, "al though you will hnto me when you know. 1 can't explain why. but I wanted tho folks at home to think me engaged?to you I never thought it mattered until I found that I cared ?and that you do, too. I don't ask you to pardon me; and as I shall nev er have to know how much you de spise mo for lt. I am going ..ome to tell them that my engagement is bro ken." The next day Eliza, pale and tired, arrived unexpectedly at tho station at Dayvllle. "Hello. Miss Morgan," said the sta tion man. as he helped her with her bags--ho was baggage mastor, porter, t'degraph operator and ticket agent all In one- "I certainly am glad to see yon. A queer message come over the wire for you. .lust going to send It over to your aunt." Eliza took the yellow telegram and read: "Don't tell anyone It Is broken Am coming on the next train to help you mend it." "Anything valuable that's broken?" querrled the man curiously. Kllza fie hed and smiled. "It's the most valuable thing 1 over had." she said slowly "But the cracks will iu-v cr show after lt'.-> mended." See us for extra fruit jar rubbers and tops. S. M. & E. H. Wllkes &. Co. TIIK TRIER SISTKHS Concert and Opera Quintett? To Be <Jlven June 27 I McBEE Calls You to Health and Prosperity "See For Yourself and Be Convinced" SOUTH CAROLINA this letter from one of McBee's most prominent business men?Dr. J. D. Ingram. 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