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The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1921-10-20
AUCTION SALE OCT. 10Th

will sell to the highest bidder for
cash on Oct. Goth at pm, on the
premises Of 8. B. Boan, deceased,
near Gillespie Siding, the following
property: One-horse wagon, farming
tools and household and kitchen furn-
ture. L. B. BOAN,
2tp Administrator
The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1921-10-20
State of South Carolina,
County Of Chesterfield.
Court of Common Pleas.
C.. r. Sumner ct al
against
Mary C. Carter, defendant
NOTICE OF SALE

against
Mary C. Carter, defendant
NOTICE OF SALE
By virtue Of an order granted by
His Honor, Judge Edward McIver,
in the above stated case, will offer
for sale to the highest bidder for
cash before the Court House door
at Chesterfield, S. c., on the first
Monday in November, 1921, between
the legal hours of sale, all that GER
tain piece, parcel or tract Of land in.
said State and County containing,
Eighty-six acres more or less, bound
ed on the North and East by land Of.
C. R. Sumner, South by land of j..
w. Ruther, and on the West by land
of &C. R. Sumner, same being the
estat. lands of ID. r. Sumner, de-
ceased.
w. J. DOUGLASS,
Clerk of Court of Common Pleas.
The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1921-10-20
FIRM DISSOLVED

The Arm of yaughan& Crawford
has been dissolved and the undersign-
ed assumes all obligations of the.
firm. All accounts IN favor of the,
firm ara also dus me and debtors are,
rooueeted fp esll nu1 sefflt e11 60
The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1921-10-20

am again carrying those match
less Gardner Cakes. A. F.. Davis
The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1921-10-20

LAND PoSTED--No hunting is per-
mitted on my land. under penalty
Of the law. &,
The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1921-10-20

Prince Albert is
sold In toppy red
bags, tidy red tins,
handsome pound
and half pound tin
humidors and in the
pound crystal glass
h q m l dor With
sponge nloisfensv
ton.
The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1921-10-20
PURE SEEDS THAT GROW

Clerk of Court of Common Pleas.
The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1921-10-20

township is having the Calhoun high
way through its township construc-
ted under contract. By next summer
there should be first class road from
Cheraw to Pageland and from Che
raw to McBee. AS early as possible
the highway from Pageland via JEFF
ferson to MeBee will be built. These
are the main three arteries .of travel
in this county.
On account Of threatened strike by
railroad men of America the cotton
market has gone to the bad this week.
Until the strike situation is cleared
up there is little hope that cotton will
advance. The ginning census was
taken Tuesday and will be published
next Tuesday. 1t is thought this will
show about five million bales ginned
to October 18th, and this may have a
tendency to depress the price of cot
ton for the time being.
\ Mrs. w. j. Douglass is visiting
relatives at Wingate.
Mrs. b. G.. Moore of Spartanburg
is visiting relatives here this week.
1t is said that all the squirrel hun
ters of Chesterfield county are tear
ing their hair in despair, over the
prospect of dearth of squirrels next
year, if there be any left at all. No,
it is not disease among squirrels,
but a hunter bold is devastating
them early and late and threatens
to destroy the entire lot. 1t has been
intimated that one man saw fami-
ly of squirrels assembled in family
prayer and the elder Mr.. Squirrel
was devoutly praying, please, Mr..
Will Craig, won't you stop?"
Always see me before buying your
nesds in my line. I can save you
money in most eases. w. p. oDoM.
The exchange pound for pound cot.
ton seed meal 10 withdraw. ! have
been forced 10 this On aeeount Of de-
cline In sss& and the failure Of meal
= maks : ssyrsspsniine &sslins.
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very we'll in the little engagement just
ended. Gage was speaking.
"It means just this. Mr. Haskins." he
said formally. II don't think / know
better than Mr.. Bradley, but he has al
ways been kind enough to listen to me
on the few occasions when we have diff
fered."
He did not add. as he might have done.
that very often Bradley had come round
to his. Cages. point of view and had
been glad of It, as he would probably do
in the present instance. Bradley, he
knew. would not have sent him to Has
kins unless Gage had a good case.
To-day Mr.. Bradley himself sent me to
you" he ended. Haskins thought he saw
outlet.
why the devil didn't you tell me that
in the beginning?" he demanded
Cages nerves snapped, Tearing off his
office macintosh, he, hurled it at his en-
ployer's feet. The week had been .
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breaking them-an to piecesv' she gasped
Don't you hearr'
Monsieur. monsieur Earleigh was
calling.
The crashing went on, to the accom-
paniment of Savarac's excited gibbering.
Tubs, you call them? You lie, say! 1t
is out of jealousy you call them tubs. This
is world of tubs! might have known"
Another crash to punctuate the eloquence.
Save them! He is madw Jacqueline
was crying out of her lifetime of hunger
They must be good! They must be!
They are all we have in the world"
Save them?" Savarac caught up the
words. Very we'll! This is the way I
save them!" Another crash. so! 1 save
them! l send them back to the stiffness
that bore them. Poof! Another one
saved! Good-by. my beauties. To me
you sang; what else matters! What
times"-there a catch in his voice-"what
times we had togetherr
Earleigh had seized a chair, and with
it he beat open the door. Monsieur le
Chevalier! Waitr he said, rushing in.
Monsieur lie Chevalier'?" Savarac. his
hand stayed at this lucky inspiration OF
hattery gazed in puzzled inquiry
Yes, Monsieur lie Chevalier de Savarac.
Don't you know me? I am your caller
Of this morning. Your friend and be-
liever. Who has doubted your success?"
The fragments of a broken fiddle slipped
from the old fellows grasp as he stood
blinking, like a man trying to wake from
a sleep.
My success? why"-he pointed to the
heap of splinters on the fioor-"there
lies my success. That is how paid for
my mistake. 1 blot 1t out. For"-his
hands came up to his face-"how could
we ever live on together"
Earleigh had no ready answer to that.
and Savarac babbled on. to himself That
young man this morning-he said some
thing about doubts He was right
thought there was something strange
about his coming. Somewhere I have
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she said. here's one who believes in you
no matter what And / can tell you that
Genaro will never threaten you again.
l am sure of that Do you hear? Do
you understand"
But her words had electrical effect.
Who she was. Savarac knew we'll enough,
and had recoiled from her touch, because
her very presence accused him. Rising
with a start he put her from him. none
too gently. Never bother me again? As
If considered him a bother, But never
again. you say? Never?"
1t was nothing to the old artist to
have wrecked his fddles-a flourish of
self-pity. Out of his abundant powers
he could always create others. The pow
er was there, but where now were the
means? That never" was a locking of
the last door in his face. forever.
Instantly the old passion was alive
again. The maddened man quivered as
the sense of overwhelming loss came
home to him. Isn't Genaro with us-out
there?" he thundered down at Jacque-
lines bowed head. You have lost him?
He is lost to me? Ha-ar And he would
have brought down his fist, but that
again Earleigh interfered.
The girl was ready enough in her own
defense. and Earleigh learned at last the
reason for that haunting note in her
voice. she leaped to her feet, q tower
of wrath. Father! You sold me to that
man! Everything else 1 willingly endured
for your sake. I endured even him, hor-
rible as he was. You little know what
you owe me-the torture Of disgust 1
have gone through to keep that man
good natured to you while longer.
Every minute of it was a burning shame
But 1 endured II. 1 hoped and hoped, as
you did, for the hour of success, when l
could send him flying, his money all paid.
But he-he asked too much. Dc you un-
derstand?"
"As for that" Earleigh was eager to
say something. But the father was speak
ing. Jacqueline's singing words had
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brought him to himself-had walked. that
is. the old fanaticism in him from its
moment of humility.
So" he gasped painting heavily. 81
give my life, l give my all, a lifetime OF
frightful toll and struggle. for the lofti-
est purpose a man can have-to add q
little something to the worlds store of
beauty. 1t is all too little. But what
did your mother not do to aid me! To
you l owe my ruin. l saw how il was
with you. and / FASTENED. That haste
has ruined ALL A year longer-one more
year-and we should be rich and honored
Look at US now! When 1 needed it most,
when victory was within my grasp. when
you might have obtained me the little
more time. you-
Father Jscqueline called, to block
the infamy before the stricken man could
utter it.
You could have managed" they heard
his mumbled retort, for he had turned
his back to her eyes, and was interested
in his broken hddIes TenderIy he lifted
and fondIed the fragments Of broken
wood. Quite Unexpectedly he had STUN
bled upon a plausible excuse to himself
for his failure. That explains it ALL"
he was muttering. 81 hastened. That
did it,
One broken fragment he NEGLECTED.
the figure of JacQueline, crumpled down
on the dusty boards, weeping over their
broken lives.
Earleigh for q moment was overmas-
tered by feeling. There was in him that
which. for all his wrath, made him pity
the fanatic father almost as much as the
girl. When he thought he had command
of himself he began cropping for words.
Monsieur de Savarac, 1t is strange
as you have said-that / should be here.
1 wonder at it myself. Because it is so
fortunate. / am not"-he waited to see
how his words would be taken-'not
altogether poor after ALL"
Savarac whipped about, too sstonished
to speak.
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CAGES OFFICE MACINTOSH

valuable to the firm and he knew It. He
had not meant the interview to end in
such q manner
That's the hrst I've heard of it." he
snapped Gage opened the door. when
did you resign?" -..
This very minute" Young Gage sent
back the reply from the door sill. As
he shut the door he was recalled by q
below from within.
Come back herer
George went back. He was still very
angry and the steady eyes he fixed on
his employer betrayed it. His smile had
wholly disappeared.
What does this nonsense mean? Are
you ass enough to think that you know
more than Bradley?"
Haskins was sparring for time. In his
heart he was afraid. Bradley would be
furious. and Bradley was one Of the few
indispensable men he had. Also he now
realized. he himself had not shown up
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hard one and this episode was the cli-
max.
why the devil didn't you know H." he
retorted fiercely. DO you think I'm the
kind Of hound that would come sneaking
in to you behind Bradley's back
Haskins wheeled in his chair and
stared at him.
"I don't know anything about the kind
you are" he snapped, but the voice and
manner had undergone q change.
Then it's high time / resigned. Good
day, sir" Gage was again on his way
to the door.
Hold on a minute" Haskins had done
some quick thinking in the last minute
and q half Now he made one of the
snapshot decisions for which he was ia
nous.
II was wrong. my boy" he said frank
ly. Il haven't a leg to stand on. You
must lay II to the-O well. to the heat
or something"
The austere features Of George Gage
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THE HEARTS PASSION

seen that young man before. He must
have been sent to warn me. The doubts
themselves were warning. l should
have known 1t was too terrible q chance
to take"
He stood thinking. then sank to his
knees beside his Sbench. and his two
yearning arms reached out to the un-
finished fddles still upon 1t.
"Ah, my beauties, my poor dumb darl-
ings! God alone knows what thoughts
1 put into you-how 1 tried to give you
sweet voices! I saw you in the hands of
genius. bringing solace to sore hearts.
adding new beauty to the world.
saw people happy at hearing you, with
out even knowing who made them so
happy. That is what your voices said to
me. But If to others you are tubs"-his
head fell forward on his arms: sobs
burst from him-"it is useless. Nothing
else matters. have only deluded my
self"
Slowly Savarac rose to his feet, in re-
solve. Turning to Earleigh, he said, MY
friend, whoever you are, you are right.
1t was wrong to have staked so much on
such a venture. That means that here"
he tapped his forehead-"here we have
the defective carving. Very well" He
whisked about to the bench and felt for
chisel But Earleigh interposed.
'So?" the old gentleman puzzled. 'T
seem to see poorly. But Of course you
are Genaro." He burst into loud laugh
ter. ITO you my life is valuable, even
IL 1t is not to myself Well! 1 may as
well tell you. I can never repay. 1t is
over I am nothing but an old man,
terribly poor. Kill me II you wish.
Nothing is gained by letting me live. Be
kind, and begin" He sank back into his
worn old chair. tears trickling down his
cheeks. II can't live on and face things
now"
1t was the moment for a woman, and
Jacqueline knew 1t. Crouching on the
floor beside him, she took his hand and
laid 1t against her thin cheek. Father"
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By ELIZABETH JORDAN

BY great good fortune Esrleigh went
vioIins. 1t lies on the table out there
i will buy it. IL you will let me- You
may name your price"
Savarac brought his hand TO his ear as
IL to maks sure of what he heard.
Il still have faith in your skill. mon
sieur." Earleigh was saying, but not in
your temper. And there seem to be 9TH
er cares that should be spared you" He
smiled. to point his double meaning. and
laid his hand on Jacqueline's shoulder.
Sayarac had missed the subtIety. His
head was full OF other thoughts he
came closer to Earleigh and peered N
him curiously. "So-' he said. "You-yoU
have money: And you will buy? That
is an idea! That-is-an-idea-" He
turned back to his bench. picked up an
unfinished top. and studied it. There is
a mistake" He touched a curve with
his finger. NO more mistakes next
time. must must Why" he
stsmmered. and turned again to Earloigh
with the light of 9 binding vision in
his face.
For a second he was silent open eyed.
open mouthed. Suddenly he covered his
face with his hands and fell back into
his ancient work chair with . great
burst of a cry.
Then i can begin again"
1t was not to be Ssvsrac's fortune to
begin again. The shocks of that day
were too much for him. Into the ST.
lences he followed his broken hddlea
One only remains, in the keeping OF .
certain young man and his wife. Some
times they lend It to q celebrated public
performer. And is it altogether cut Of
key with the perverseness OF human af-
fairs that he has made that violin fa-
nous? People hear in its tone q startling
resemblance to the joyous welcoming
voice of a woman.
(cspyrisht; 1890 ~ Burton Khns)
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By BURTON KLINE

relaxed. Almost unwillingly he grinned.
IF that's an apology, sir" he said, "I
accept it-and well consider the incident
closed"
No. we won't There's something else"
Haskin was interested in this fellow
who had beaten him at every point of
the little verbal battle just ended. He
admired the boy-and when the young
ster grinned like that there was some
thing very likable about him Also,
Haskins was greatly surprised and in
trigued. He could not reconcile this
young volcano with the quiet youth who
had heretofore made an interview SO
coloriess. Jove. it held plenty Of color
now!
"Sit down." he said thoughtfully.
Bradley was speaking to me a few days
ago about walton's job. We haven't
hlled it yet, you know. Been looking
around. Do you think
A little later young Gage dropped into
the chair beside Hope Strong and mopped
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his moist forehead with an immaculate
handkerchief.
I've had q rather strenuous time with
the boss" he confessed. Il was insuIted.
1 insulted him. / resigned, was reinstat-
ed and promoted: and IL all happened in
six minutes. Some speed, eh, for q slow
one7 Now" his voice grew serious.
will you dine with me tonight and go
to the theater to celebrate? There are q
million things I want to ask you about"
"of course I'll go. and I congratulate
you on your promotion It's just too
wonderful to have Il come so SOON
Hope was radiant But I don't have TO
answer all the million questions tonight.
do II"
George Cages answer was prompt;
Hardly. We've got all the rest Of our
lives together TO talk things over in.-
he assured the lady. with his illuminate
ing grin.
Sosrynsht; isss; ~ Ens.ssa ysrdsa,
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CONTINUED FROM PAGE SIX.

the first flight of stairs, but the step was
heavy and stumbling.
It's somebody with a heavy weight"
Earleigh pronounced The expressman,
probably. But he sounds as If he were
drunk"
Then I know who it is?' Jacqueline
cried. where can I hideT
Il am with you" Earleigh reminded her
His hope was that there might be some
encounter, . satisfactory establishment of
himself. booting out of the invader. He
stood to his feet in front Of Jasqueline,
to be ready. The tagging footsteps drew
nearer-and old Savarac himself entered
the door.
Jacqueline gssped at his appearance. at
his face. His clothing was muddled as
if he had fallen or leaned against wagons
in the streets. Half escaping from his
grasp was a violin case. And through
his staring eyes looked the utter vacancy
of an emptied world.
without q glance at them he shambled
into his inner room, slowly closed the
door. slowly locked it. For an instant
there was silence, then the bump of the
fiddle case slipping to the floor. the sound
of him thudding into a chair, and at last
. great cry. "Eugenie! What must you
think Of me now"
Another moment Of silence, and then a
sudden bustling, and other sounds-the
banging and cracking of wood, as of
someone opening boxes-and high-pitched
chatter in the old mans voice Goodbye
to you! Adieu! Be gone!" And another
splintering of wood.
Esrleigh and Jacqueline exchanged a
startled. wondering look. What is he
doing?" she asked. Monsieur called
Esrleigh.
'what!'' the old man answered. Even
here he follows me! But you come too
late," And the ripping began anew
Together Jacqueline and Earleigh threw
their weight against the door. Hes
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By Margaret Graham Jones

who was q Frenchwoman. Ny father died
when I was young"
Her fingers are long. almost dimpled at the
knuckles, and square at the ends--eharae-
teristic Of the artistic temperament.
She studied music when q girl under the
best professors that could be found near her
home and portraiture and landscape paint
ing under an Irish pupil Of the famous
Whistler.
my husband loved music, too" she put
in. That was one Of the things that drew
US together"
Her smile Of reminiscence faShed from
the upturning corners Of her mouth 10 her
blue eyes, irresistible But oos's syss nsw
back 10 her White forehead, vhess rhere are
four fne wrinkles which held the gass Of hsr
interviewer. Above, two straight across hsr
brow; below them, two others that meet in
. "v." Together they form . little puzzled
symbol Of some inner smothered feeling.
why has all this happened to me, young
mer' thsy seem to query. They form hsr
only prseest- Her eyes, though suggestins
tragedy, are not reproachful.
''What really drew US together, Of
course" she continued, ''was our love of
Ireland. Before we were out of our teens
We, like all the younger generation, became
interested in Ireland's struggle for freedom"
Muriel McSwiney knows nothing Of
politics. Her desire for Independence
for her country seems % be an instructive
feeling combined with conclusions drawn
from her observations.
1t was at the home of q mutual friend
l., kkas. o;k II N--L H.
began. Here in 1915 the young woman,
eager to help her country, met the COM
mandant-Terence McSwiney's rank at that
time-of the southern forces Of the Irish
republican army
He was very tail and dark, with earnest
blue eyes thought be was very
good looking" she ended with q little laush.
Like herself, Terence McSwiney had been
reared By his mother. His father had died
while travelling in Australia for his health
when Terence was eight years Of age. From
his youth the lad had hated business, seem
Ing to find no interest in occupations which
meant only worldly gain.
At the age Of fourteen be began b writ.
poetry. Most Of it was the musical, dreamy
sCrt Of verse woven about ancient Irish leg
ends which is the cream of Irish poetry. He
also wrote q number Of plays. One Of these,
The Wooins of Emir," has received high
praise from critics. according to Mrs. Nc
Swiney. A volume Of his poetry probably
viii be Published in this COUNTRY soon, shs
said.
Terence Mcswiney spent two ysars IN the
Christian Brothers school familiariy Known
as the North Monastery" He was trained
to become an expert accountant and was On
gagged BY a large firm IN Dublin. He did not
follow this vocation, but became . travelling
teacher, going from place to place. Then he
began to organize the Irish republican
army, travelling about a. he had when teach
inK.
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where he was, she said. and she was apprs-
hensive until upon visiting a house in Eng
land which had been their trystins place
she found letter telling her Of his inpris-
onment in Shrewsbury.
She FASTENED to Shrewsbury and that very
night. the ninth Of June, they were married
in the prison. The ceremony was performed
wholly in Gaelic BY an Irish priest
McSwiney spent the weeks that should
have been his honeymoon in a cell. When
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CONTINUED FROM PAGE FIVE.


with hot eyes at the youngster who had
had the impertinence to take a rise"
out OF him. That remark would hold
him q minute, he thought But it didn't.
Young Gage grinned again.
"A new development has come up" he
said cheerfully. II don't agree with Mr..
BradIey's handling of the matter.
%, you DON'T" The boss was now en-
ragged and paving. II guess we'll let
Bradley settle it." he announced. What
Bradley says here goes" he added. rs
that clear7"
Yes. sir. 1t is" Gage was on his feet
now. He was mad clear through and he
showed II. He reached the door in four
long strides. Then, stopping with his
hand on the knob. he said conversational
Iy: -Pl say good-by. Mr.. Haskins. I'm
leaving Saturday"
Haskins took. the remark in silence.
though 1t startled him. The boy was