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The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1899-12-06
THE PLACES TO TRADE.
The Houses in Which There are
open Doors, and Into which the
Readers Of the Press and Banner
are Invated-The Firms stand So
High in Their Respective Lines

That Remarks are Unnecessary.
Furnishing Goods. Mattings. Rugs. Croekery,
Fancy China, Glassware, Groceries and Hard
ware-L. w. White.
Stoves. Crates. Sewing Machines, Trunks,
Dry Goods, &c-W. ID. Barksdale.
Capsules that cure the grip and Candles
that delight the chiIdren-B Harrison & Game:
All sorts OF things that please the taste and
satisfy the appetite-L. T. & T: NJ. Miller.
|. House Furnishings and Cook Stoves-Aooe-
Vile Hardware Co.
Engagement Rings and Holiday G0odS-R
G. Bernau, the Jeweler.
Partnership Dissoved-F. W. H. Nance.
Fine Dental Work-Dr. q. F. Ktllipgsworth.
Dress Suits and other Tailor Made Articles
e. f. Gilliard.
Absent Defendant Walter o'Neal-R. E.
Cox, Magistrate.
Apportion ment of School Money!. 8. Gi-
bert
Law Firm to keep you straight. or to get
you out of dificulties-Parker q Greene.
Old Iron Wanted-W. P. Beard.
Canned goods, crackers. fruits, groceries, &c.
| Good things for the children. Sign Red
Flag-Miss Rebecca Strickfe.
| Blank cts and other Winter Goods-Smith' g
Dry Goods and Millinery Store.
Toys for Boys-W. Joel Smith & Son.
| Midwinter sale Of the best and most stylish
Millinery Goods-R. NJ. Haddon Co.
Estate James w. Tnomas-R. E. Hill, Pro-
0sse Good i8f1 filings to Eat-rhomas Thomson.
Trespas. Notice-A. G. Baskin, ]. T. Baskin,
Jr.. DR.. J. T. Baskin.
Christmas Books-Templeton's
| Hides Wanted-Thos. Thomson.
The Best and Cheapest OF Clothing-Hall q
Farm Hands Naturalization Creek Farm.
| Agents Wanted-Dominion Company.
Nice Farm for Sale-Aug. w. Smith.
Pretty Headgear for Pretty Women-Mrs.
Mary Taggart.
Estate Joshua Ashley..Jas. r. Ashley: Ex.
The Power OF Cash TO Buy Good and FASH
ionable Clothing for Men and Boys-B. Hill.
man.
Registration Notice.. D. Carwile, 8. 8.
The Best and Greatest Variety of Shoes for
Everybody-Cobb & McDavid.
Land for Sale-Dr. ], W: w. Marshall.
New Plows for Old Farmers-Abbeville
Toothsome Beef-T. H. Maxwell. r.
Lame Watches and Broken Jewelry-H. d.
Reese.
Wagons and Carriages for Everybody-J. L.
Mutual Fire Insurance-J. R. Blake, Jr., ].
Books for You-G. A. Douglass.
Glenn. New Grocery Store.
Tax Collectors NotIce-J. r. Blake.
Gold Filings, Crown and Bridge Work-Dr.
Everything from Potted Ham to Barrel
Of the Finest Flour, Shot Guns, Wash Pots
Amos Morse.
School Books, Stationery, and School Sup.
plies-Milford & DuPre.
Collins, Caskets and Metallic Cases for those
who need them-John w. Sign.
| Complete Stock of Pure Drugs-P. B. Speed
i Lowest Prices and the Highest Qualify OF
Fancy ami Staple Groceries-L. I. q T. M
Miller.
All Sorts of Lumber to Build New House
or TO Repair an old one-Abbeville Lumber
Company.
Wagons and Fancy Groceries-A. NJ. Hill e.
Sons.
Coal and Wood to Warm Your Family or 10
Cook Your Meals-Abbeville Lumber Com.
pany.
Up-to.date Dentistry-Dr. s. G.. Thomson.
Wood Choppers Moses Tate.
Physician and Surgeon TO cure your Ills and
TO cut off Supertiuous Appendages-Dr. c. c.
Gambrell.
The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1899-12-06
GOV. McsWEENEY.
Visits the Home OF His Nativity and
the Scenes OF His Youthful Strug.
Ies-His Former Neighbors and
Friends welcome and Honor Him.

Friends welcome ana HOuOr H1m'
Charleston Post. ~.
Charleston has the honor and the pleasure
today OF entertaining the Governor OF South
Carolina and bis stan, satisfaction which ID
enjoyed all too rarely, but which we hope
may come more frequently to us hencsforth.
The present occasion Is particularly happy,
In that the present Governor OF South Caro-
lima is come to his own In Charleston. Gov.
McSweeney has not lived 30 long IN Hamp-
ton that either he or the people OF Charleston
city. He has been here occasionally since, at
various periods Of his steadily advancing
career and always has he found warm greet
ing. This is his nrst visit TO his old home
since he reached the top OF the. ladder 10
South Carolina and he ID received with the
welcome and the warmth that his own good
qualities have earned, and with the pride the
city naturally feels in her distinguished. son.
In the old days the Governor OF the State
Of the militia inspection, which was always
an occasion Of marked enjoyment and of
excellent good purpose. This good custom
has OF late years fallen into disuse and the
lack Of IL has been sadly felt In Charleston,
and; we are sure, In the executive mansion at
Columbia, while through the State generally,
the harmonious echoes that used TO ring
from the Governors visit to Charleston have
been hearkened for In vain. IL !. very mt
again the thread OF the old attachment be-
tween the State and It's metropolis, and may
1t never be broken again. So here's to you.
Governor, and all your gallant colonels
And whether the pledge be made In "d1spen.
sary' or In personal use" or In blind
tiger" let no man inquire, II the spirit be
warm and the liquor be good.
The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1899-12-06

Weddings in December. The
number Of handsome pieces
of fine China and other USE
full articles that are leaving
our store for wedding gifts in
dicates a lively month for
Cupid. Smiths Dry Goods
and Millinery.
The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1899-12-06

The public will observe that the apportion1 7
ment Is very much smaller In some schoQ
districts for the present year than for
past This Is due 10 several causes. 70 y
Some School Districts overdrew their ap
tionment Tor the previous year, and the
draft was deducted from the present q
tionmeut. In some districts fewer
have been reported, the total number
dren, however, has been Increased v
creased the per capita rate.
The main cause OF 8 decrease In
fact that the apportionment for
(through an oversighu was moH
funds actually on hand. ApportI
based not on a certainty. but
an approximation. Respee
Co. Supt.
The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1899-12-06
Dissolution Of Partnership.

IBE FIRM OF LANIER & NANCE, OF
Monterey, Abbeville County, South Caro- lima,
is dissolved. 49,. F.. w. II. nance.
Nov. %, 1899. ...:
The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1899-12-06

Kiplings ballads in booklet form at
Templeton's.
The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1899-05-21
Clever Invention Of
Philadelphia
Caterers.
ARTISTIC EATABLES.
Slices of Meat Laid on
Bread Not the
Thing.

Sandwich making has lately devel-
oped into fine art. At any we'll ar
ranged tea table you can find them in
all sizes, shapes and colors, while a
woman in the newest of pearl gray
| gloves can handle them without strip
ping her fingers. To a considerable ca
| terer is due the credit of introducing
the sandwich tongs and the sandwiches
with handles.
Melon, peanut, striped. spice, salad,
jelly, cheese and gingerbread sand
witches are just few of the varieties
he supplies to his patrons, and nearly
all of them can be copied by an anna
teur sandwich maker. Every one of
these tidbits he cuts from dry bread in
three-cornered slices and one corner
Intentionally shaved out to rather a
long point. When the sandwich is put
together he pinks the edges of strip
of waxed white florists paper and deft-
ly twists and knots this round the long
corner of the bread, says the Philadel-
phia Inquirer This forms an admirable
handle
When he supplies sandwiches of
many varieties the caterer arranges
them in a series of delicate wicker
saucers strung one above the other on
bamboo rod about two feet high, that
screws into a fiat base and sets on one
end of the tea table. The small top
saucer will hold salad sandwiches
made of brown bread painted with a
dressing of pepper, salt, boiled
egg yolks and lemon Juice and a layer
| of shredded cress.
Check by jowl with savories will lie
| gluten bread sandwiches no bigger
than single bites, and holding thin
layer of peanut butter worked into
| crisp brown bread crumbs. These are
called the dyspeptic's delight" and
can be fearlessly consumed by the most
| timid dieter. Lower in the tree come
ribbon sandwiches that are cut but an
| inch wide and about three inches long.
| One side of a single piece is spread
| with anchovy, and upon this is laid a
| strip from a lettuce leaf. Then the
| length of bread is rolled up like a piece
of tape and spitted with a bit of wood
that looks like match with the sui
phur end sharpened off.
Striped sandwiches are made by lay
| ing paper like slices of gluten gra-
ham and Boston brown bread between
alternate thicknesses of white bread
| and buttering with cream cheese every
other slice. The best of the meat sand
| witches no longer have slices Of fowl
or ham laid on the bread, but the meat
| is minced almost to pulp and spread
with finely chopped apple between but
| tered slices.
The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1899-05-21

Its the nightingale, right enough.
my pet" said the old woman as Rose
crept into the room like a ghost in her
white dressing gown.
"Oh, Sissy, my own! 1t is-it isl
Gods not forgotten me. He's going to
let me go to sleep, and Shall hear the
other day, and another. Rose missed
him miserably. On the first day she
was angry at his absence; on the sec
ond, anxious; on the third she sent the
old nurse to see whether he was i'll.
You'd best go round" said the old
woman when she came back from her
mission; hes more than i'll. Pneu-
monia or something, and he keeps. ask
ing for you. Go you; I'll stay with the
child. He's got no one with him but
his landlady, a feckless body, if ever
there was one. Go now, my lamb"
So Rose went.
His face showed CHASTITY in the frame
of his disordered hair and of a three
days beard.
She came to him and took his hands.
That woman says I'm dying" he
whispered; but Vynie's all right, isn't
she?"
Yes, yes; but what have YOU been
doing? oh, Tom, it isn't my fault is it.
Tom? 1 didn't drive you into foIly9
That woman says you've been QUE all
night-every night since Vynie's been
i'll. Say it wasn't my DONG"
1T was for Vynie," he said. Il was
the nightingale, dear. Don't you remem-
Der how 1 used to call the robins for
you in the winter? 1t was a silly little
thing, but it was all I could do for the
dear. And it did do her good. You said
So"
He turned aside his head exhausted.
nightingale even when I'm asleep.
Listen!"
Again the full notes pierced the soft
darkness.
Rose gathered her little sister in her
arms, and together they listened-Vy-
ME to the song of the nightingale and
Rose with full heart to the breathing,
gradually more even and tranquil, of
the little child she held against her
bosom.
She's asleep" said the nurse, softly.
Il won't move" whispered Rose
I'm stay here. oh, thank God, thank
God!'
Tom came every day to inquire, and
it seemed to Rose that he grew paler
and thinner in this anxious time, and
every night the notes of the night
ingale sounded from the dark wood
through nights radiant with clear
moonlight and through the black dark
ness of night wild with wind and rain
And Vynie grew stronger and ate and
drank and played dominoes, and was
on the high road to well-being once
more.
Then came a night when the night
The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1899-05-21

blue gown and man in a gray suit
were bending. = -"
Her leg is broken. They have set
it. 1t will be months before she can
walk. But they say she will be all
right again then"
The. two were standing at the gate
again. but now there was no fresh rose
in her face, and in his eyes no light of
passion.
MY poor dear" he said-and she did
not resent the words-"let me do any
thing I can. Forget all that folly Of
this morning and let me help my poor
little Vynie."
Il will-you SHALL" she said, looking
at him through swollen eyelids, red
with weeping; but there is nothing
anyone can do. 1t is horriblei When
I told her she would have to lie still
for a time she tried to smile, and then
she said, Don't cry, Sissy. / will be
as good as gold land then she said she
would sleep all day, and lie awake at
night to hear the nightingale. She has
never heard it yet"
He remembered how he had listened
to the nightingale in the copse behind
her house on many summer night
when he had walked lonely in the
fields to see her light in the window and
her shadow on the blind, and he sigh
ed and said:
The nightingales are singing bravely
in the wood beyond the station. I'm
glad she has thought of something that
pleases her, poor darling"
Vynie. lying still and rigid in her
splints, with wide-open eyes, watched
the day die. Then the lamp was light
ed, and presently that in it's turn gave
place to the yellow glow of the night
light, and the great shadows it cast.
Are you asleep. Sissy, my own?''
said the little voice.
mo, my darling" Rose bent over
the bed. docs it want anything
VIII it have some milk-nice fizzy
milk?"
Moves; but I want to hear the
nightingale, Sissy. Why doesn't he be-
gin. Isn't it late enough?"
yes. my sweetheart, but perhaps the
nightingale's got such a pretty home
in the warm country where he lives
that he can't make up his mind to come
here"
"Oh. Sissy, he must comet I can't
lie still all the time unless he comes!
Do please ask God to tell the nighain-
gale how badly 1 want him. And
Sissy. put out the night light. Per-
haps he doesn't like to sing till he's
sure I'm in bed. and he couldn't know
I've got broken, could he?'
mo, my precious. no. Try to go to
sleep. and Sissy will wake you if he be-
gins to sing"
! But vynie could not sleep, and by
morning the fever was high. She
The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1899-05-21
THE DINNER HOUR.
New Workers Dine Later and Later and the
Opera Suffers.


New Yorks dinner hour has growh
later. There is evidence of that on every
side. Half-past six used to be the &C.
customed hour for New Workers. No
pretence is made now to any time ear
lier than seven. Usually that means u
quarter or half an hour later, or, at all
events, some minutes after the time set.
The chance in the hours at which the
theatres now begin their performances
is ample evidence of the hardness Of
the audiences in arriving, according to
the Sun. Performances announced to
begin at quarter to eight for one rea-
son or another never start, as a matter
of fact, until fifteen minutes later. That
device is adopted merely to get the pub
lie in on time Rarely does the audience
reach the theatre on time, even under
these circumstances.
The opera is usually supposed to be-
gin at eight sharp. Generally it does,
and the enjoyment of the first act is
practically spoiled for the majority Of
those in the audience by the late ar
rivals. Jean de Reszke used to omit
celeste Aida" from the first act of
Aida" because, as rule, the number
of persons in the theatre was too small
to make it worth his while to sing so
difficult an aria.
Various causes have tended to make
the dinner hour in New York later
every year. Eight o'clock, with the I'M
The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1899-05-21

I ingale did not sing. Vynie did not
miss it; she slept so sound O. nights
now. And on that night followed a day
when Tom did not come, and then an
Roses eyes were full of tears. you
stayed in that wood all night every
night? You initiated the nightingale in
all the wind and rain? And now" She
had crouched by the bed, and laying
her head on her hands she sobbed
aloud.
Don't" he said feebly, cit was moth
ing, Just little thing to please the
child.
She lifted her face, flush and dis
torted by her violent weeping, and laid
-, it gently against his. He put up a fee
BILE hand and touched her neck.
You're sorry for me-" he whispered
You needn't be. 1 can't even be I'M
happy after this. Your face-you dear
facet don't in the least mind dying
now"
She sprang up. Dear Tommy own
dear Toni You're not going to die. I
shall send nurse to take care of you.
Now promise me, at once, that you
will get well, because Vynie and I can
not possibly live without you. My dear,
dear, dear"
Tom did not give the promise, but
he did svhat was better. He got well.
When first he saw Vynie, now walk
ing cheerfully with the erutches that
would soon be laid aside, she told him
about the nightingale.
And, do you know" she said, Sissy
says he never sang after you got ILL.,
1 suppose God was so busy taking care
OF you that he hadn't time to bother
with naughty nightingales that
wouldn't do their singing. The night
lngale sang very nicely, though, when
he was made to. Only / thought after
a bit he seemed a little husky
Perhaps he caught a cold" said
Tom. Some Of the nights were very
wet"
Perhaps he did-like you. YOU
know, said Vynie, cheerfully. 'Well,
he was naughty nightingale. But if
he had a cold 1 hope he had some one
as nice as Nursey and Sister to look
after him, like they did you"
Il think he had said Tom.
Anyway / sha-l always love him,
even If he was naughty. because he
helped me to get WE'LL
1t would make him very happy if he
knew that"
DO you think he does know?"
Yes, 1 think So"
We'll, I think So"
We'll, whether or no." said Vynie
comfortably, 'Pll go out into the wood
and tell him all about it if he sings
in that wood next year"
But the nightingale never sang in
that wood again. "-E. Nesbit, in Col
her's Weekly.
The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1899-05-21

The suburban road was gay with the
plumes of Towering lilac and the bright
bright promise of laburnum. The red
buds on the May bushes had not yet I'M
curled. The water cart had just gone
by, leaving a pleasant scent of wet
earth.
She was leaning her arms on the gate
and looking away from him.
$50 it's no use?" he said-he also was
leaning on the gate. The road was very
quiet except for passing tradesmen,
whose carts now and then flashed along
it's silence. He had called to bring her
a book, and she had walked with him
to the gate. He had not meant to speak
them-had indeed rehearsed many
time a declaration to be made in very
different surroundings-but she looked
so dear in her blue morning gown, the
breeze Of spring played so charmingly
with that hair of hers that quite sud-
denly he had spoken, and she had said
mo"
IT'S no use?" he repeated, for she
still kept silence, and her eyes were far
away.
mo, it's no use" she said. Il couldn't
marry any one unless was so fond of
him that / couldn't bear my life with
out him. That's the only excuse for
marriage"
Then I'm not to come here any more
Il suppose?"
"Oh, dear" she said. drawing her
eyebrows together with a worried
frown, why did you go and spoil it all7
It was all so pleasant! Can't you be
really sensible? Let US go on just as
we were, and pretend that nothing has
happened"
NO" he said, Il shall go away. When
one lives in lodgings they may as Wen
be in Putney or Kew-as here"
She thought how dull tennis and
dance and picnic would be without him,
and said stifiiy, Just as you please, of
course"
Then her face lighted up as the rattle
Of hoop and hoopstick and little pat
tering feet drew her eyes to the other
side of the road where a little girl in
a scarlet frock came quickly along the
asphalt, her brown hair flying behind
her.
Here's Vynie-"
The child saw her sister and her
friend, for he was a friend to all the
children, and struck the hoop so that it
bounded on the curb and few into the
middle of the road. The little scarlet
figure followed it. Then, in flash, a
butchers cart from a side road, clat-
ter, a scream, curse and the butcher
was refining in his horse thirty yards
down the road and looking back over
his blue shoulder at a heap Of scarlet
and brown that now had crimson mix
ed with It and over which s@l in a
The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1899-05-21
A coUNTRYwoMAN OF MINE.

81
HandgomeH I hardly know. Her. proile's
Delightful. intelligent aquiline.
Her keen eyes light it-keen. yet often
Her hair crowns it to an artists mind.
Fine figure and fine manners, without
Determine half her charm, and bear me
Learned2 Well, rather See them for
Mill. spencer. Darwin, on her fsvorite
shelf. s.r,ssc
Well educated certainly well read;
Well born. Of course, and mot of course)
well bred.
Provincial? Never. cockney2, Not at
Her world is small enough. yet not too
To prove she knows it, only watch
That humorous, tender. half-saroastio
Aeco 6s6 he'd She says not. but who
She does some simple things. and does
She walks well, stands wen, sits we'll
things so rare
To praise as they deserve I hardly dare!
She rows, rides. Admiralty donei
Delights in each, and yet depends on
none. -s4
What to, take up she knows. and what
to drop;
How to say clever things, and when to
Che -. -. s.,.- -. .t....s
quite; -t4s
Does what she likes-knows what she
does is right.
Takes new world freedoms with the ola
world eases fsu
She's but to please herself the world to
please
Century Magazine.
The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1899-05-21

talked and moaned and laughed, but al
ways her cry was for the nightingale.
Master Tom, miss to inquire"
Rose went down. trembling with want
of sleep, haggard with anxiety. She
took the great basket of roses her
friend had brought, and holding it, told
him how the night had passed. "They
were singing like mad down by the sta
ton" he said. "Confound the brutes!
expect your nightingale isn't coming
| this year."
Don't" said the girl. 'I believe
| Vynie will have no rest if he doesn' t.
\ When she heard the church bells this
/ morning she told me to send to the
| clergyman and tell him to explain tc
/ God that she couldn't do without the
nightingale. Oh, my own little girl!
Oh. Tom, she's all I have"
Tom was not such a fool as to say
you have me-" He only said: YES
I know" and pressed her hand
you are good" she said, and went
back to the child.
A little fitful sleep came in the long
night hours of that terrible Sunday,
but it was broken and feverish, and
at every awakening the little voice,
growing ever weaker, said:
Isn't it dark yet? Won't God send
the nightingale? Oh, Sissy, do want
to hear him!'
The old servant. who had been with
the two sisters since Vynie's birth, two
months after the fathers death, had
cost the life of the mother, insisted on
sending Rose to rest, and sat by Wy
MES side.
''Nursey," whispered the child, come
close. viii you do what I say?"
Anything, my precious, said the
old woman, holding the hot little hands
in her smooth. withered palms.
well, kneel down and tell God
shall die if 1 don't have the nighting-
ale. God will attend to you because
you always remember to say your
prayers. I forget mine sometimes, even
when I'm not very sleepy. oh, nursey,
I shall never be sleepy any more. Do
tell God all about it."
The old woman knelt by the bedside,
and with a faith simple and beautiful
as the child's own told God all about
it,"
The dusk was deepening. The child
lay with cheeks scarlet against the
white pillows and shining eyes fixed on
the slowly darkening squares of the
window. She moaned with pain and
the misery of sleeplessness.
"Open the window, Nursey, my
dear" she said softly when the night
had almost fallen. Il think 1 heard
something"
When the window was opened Vynie
held her breath and listened to a 81
lence that after a moment was softly
J broken by two or three mellow notes.
is it-oh, is it, Nursey-Nursey-"