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The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1922-08-10
locals and Personals

Mrs. w. r.. Joan. has beon ,or,,
III for several lavs Wy
.
monrh in Clayton, Ga. ''''s
Marion Lesosnc commenced +ho
s,x ., NJ 1,,, IT ~.
coMnc, "n" s,,o,t c,m'1 ,1n ~ ;.i, 't.us OF
here
Miss I.cda Brazcalo is spcndino y
Bates. p" -
-
Mrs. w. Il. Cantrcll and small ch.l.
Rosman, w
Miss Icth;a Barker Of Wostmins1or
last Saturday.
Mrs. Frank Nallcy who has been
greatly improved. :.
James II. pr.ce, Jrr., of Grcenville
IS spending this week with Mr.. and
Mrs. j. B. Hester Of Easley sncnt
last week with Mrs. Jerry Loopcr,
who has been quite sick.
Mrs. N F.. Thorn,ev bos ,o,,r,,o,,
The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1922-08-10

The county tax books are st.ll
open and remain so until September
|. Executions, however, have been
written up and will be turned over
to sheriff for collection September
|. Taxes collected by the sheriff will
carry considerable more penalty than
If PAID in the treasurer's office by
September l.
The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1922-08-10

The large concourse of people who
were at the Baptist church On last
Sunday night enjoyed the address
given by Hon. j. P. Carey, Jr., from,
start to finish. He took for his sub
ject. do Better" and opened it bv
reading the story Of the Prodipal
Son. He gave good sound advice to
all, particularly the young men and
women admonishing them to refrain
from being disobcdient to God and
parents. He warned them against
getting money and using it for self.
and cited instances Of crime caused
thru cvi comNaNionShip and urged all
to live for God.
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q
Mrs. NJ. c.. Smith and children will
leave. this week for New York to
spend several weeks w:th Mr.. Smith,
who is cotton broker there.
Mr.. and Mrs. Jno. Baily. Mrs.
Lawrence and Mrs. Poole of Andcr-
son wore guests Of their relative,
Mrs. Troupe Partridge Last Sunday.
Rev. j. G. Diggs and family came
back to Pickens last week after
delightful sojurn of three weeks at
Junaluska and other places IN North
Carolina.
The colorcd people Of Pickcns held
their annual slavery reunion Friday.
Quite Il crowd was present Captain
James RI. Griffin made short talk
for them.
1t is expected that large crowd
of U. D. Cs and d. a. RS will go
to the Kirksey home seven miles
north Of here, next Friday for the
August meeting.
A large party Of our town people
are camping fer two or three days
at Gauley, where there is no dust o.
heat and where there is plenty OF
fresh ar and water.
An election for cotton weigh"r at
Pickcns will be held August -. Those
wishing TO vote in this election must
obtain certificates from :. G. G.
Christopher on or before WCdnes lay,
| August IL.
Cole DCbson, Il former resident Of
| Pickcns county. is in the Grecnvillc
county Jail charged with shooting to
death q Greenvile NAN by the name
cf Fuller in West Greenvillc last
Friday nighr.
Among the many ladies who attend
cd the Annual Group ConcrcMrr ot
the Woman'S .Auxil:any Of The Prc>
bytorian chu,h at aslnt cM las;
Friday were Mrs,!;meS r. i. l.cN,s.
Na~ccd Bruce, Larry Thomlcy. W
I. Mauldin. joe Achcr ard Miss Ella
Lewis, ot this piece.
MoSSrs. Suthcrland ana Jackson. cf
.ho statc comptrollcr generals t;fiso,
were III Pickpns FRIDAY to witness the
nnNual settlement between the coun-
ty auditor and treasurer. Our local
Officers were highly comNlimentei &
the Statr Officials unon The nuutncs>
and correctness Of their repor.S. etc.
The Thursday Afternoon Bridge
- ;t
The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1922-08-10

Mrs. Hattie Griffin Bruce of Green
vile was here last week to see her
sister, Mrs. Baker, and other friends.
The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1922-08-10

Mr.. and Mrs. j. +. Bigby and baby
OF Wil!lamston spcrt Sunday with
her parents, Mr.. and Mrs. M. j.
Welhorn, near P:ckons.
The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1922-08-10

A large audience at the Bantist
church last Sabbath enjoyed the sing
ing led by Pref Rocbush ana tn
good sermon BY Mr.. Cox Four now
members were received into the
church by letter.
The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1922-08-10

Mrs. w. l.. S.allings has returned
to Atlanta after a visit With her par
ents, Mr.. and Mrs. NJ +. Hester.
The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1922-08-10

lngal Barron. a worthy young man
who lives with his Grandmother Cau-
ley at this place, is Quitc sick.
The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1922-08-10

Last Sunday was the first day il,
the last ten years that Miss Frances
Cox has missed from Sunday school,
and this abscnc, was caused by her
illness.
The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1922-08-10

Cole DCbson, former resident Of
Pickcns county. is in the Grecnvillc
county Jail charged with shooting to
death a Grecnville man by the name
cf Fuller i'll West Greenvillc last
Friday niwhI.
The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1922-08-10

Messrs. Claude and Eugene Alex
ander from Birmingham, Ala, are
visiting Mrs. I. j. Mauldin.
The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1922-08-10

Mrs. Eliza Mauldin Grandy of Al
!anta is visiting her many relatives
in Pickers and the Surrounding coun-
try for several days.
The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1922-08-10

An election for cotton weigh"r at
Pickcns will be held August -. These
wishing TO vote in this election must
obtain certificates from :. G. G..
Christopher on OF before Wcdnts lay,
August l6
The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1922-08-10

Mrs. n. f. Thornley, has returned
home after a two months visit with
her daughters in Anderson.
The Ordway new era., 1922-09-08
A Troubled Conscience.

A Norwegian, John Larson by name,
u lumberman had couple of Swedes
working for him. One day one Of
the Swedes got a little fresh and the
Norwegian threw him into the river
Then the other Swede got into an ar
gument with him, and he, too, went
into the river and was drowned.
In about six years Johns con-
science began to bother him. He
went down to the sheriff, Ole Oleson,
and said:
lola, sax var ago Ay kill couple
Swides, and my conscience Is begin
to bother. What skoll Ay dO?"
well, / dunno. John. Ay bane
sheriff only IS months and dunno the
rules. You better go and see Kpute
Nelson, the county clerk. Maybe he
know what to do"
So John proceeded to the county
clerks Office, and there unloaded his
troubled mind. Knute, after hearing
the story, took down a big book,
rushed through its pages, then took
down another book, and studied 1t.
Finally, looking bit puzzled. he
spoke up:
"There ain't no bounty on them"
he said.-Exchange
The Ordway new era., 1922-09-08
MYSTERY, MINING, LOVE AND ROMANCE

stopped laughing at her posture camberd
back about his neck FdchId found himself wts
carry forever and that the road to the sherfs
ofce tenty of wo But her cut
on has utsheS
get along mach faser! came her
plea "FH hold on to you-and you help along.
her and she seized has Once, as they
founded through kneehigh Farchlds ent quickly
about her lifted against him he literally carried
her Mroug they reached the other side the still held
its resist Some after that the stretch
of road faded swy Almost before he realized it, they at
outskirts of the city
dgngly gape up his hold upon her they hurried for
the sidewals sherfs Office There Fatrchd did not
attempt a-he left all to anita, and BardweA the sheriff
listened
pretty girl pickabaek? Well, IT'S
Anita and especially when the "
Fhid And especially when the
blizzard and the just bound to do all he
an 20 help the girl along. =,
As Anita Fairchild tell the hiH-wel it's
of mining, love and in the
where mining love and romance
much part of
Fairchid fathera of
in bother
finds of silver the Blue Poppy
and the of coiec-
of
and Denver he the heroine-Anita
about
like whitehead about
sheriff Quite interesting of beginning acquaintance with
of vllian"Sauint' Rodane
Ryley of
and He boy from Kansas City
to become circus clown Later he circus
his stories in the magazines and know how f
he an
The Ordway new era., 1922-09-08
ALL FEAR SNAKES
Members of Uncle Sans For.
estry Service Protected.
Never Without AntIdote That 10 Said
to Render Bite Of Even the
Rather lnnocuous.

Uncle Sans forestry service is ever
ON the watch against rattlesnakes In
the national forests. Arrangements
were some time ago perfected for the
arming of forest officers and fire-fight-
ers against snake bites.
The weapon provided for them Is a
small combination tool containing
sharp steel lancet and receptacle to
hold permanganate Of potash, which
Is declared to be the best antidote for
snake bites. This remedy may not be
altogether popular in districts where
from time immemorial the old-time
favorite remedy. whisky, is held to
have no equal. but, nevertheless, the
official sanction has been given per-
manganate.
The necessity for furnishing forest
officers with adequate means OF pro-
lection against attacks by snakes has
time and again been strikingly demon
strated in the case OF big forest nres.
After the fires were thought extin-
guished and the men withdrawn 1t was
discovered that the fire had broken out
again. Squads of men were dispatched
lllll1leuldlelS W hSht thcih anu VA sA'~NA
way they ran into a regiment or two
of rattlesnakes. In one case 1t seemed
as IL the brush was literally alive with
snakes The men consumed the greater
part of six hours fighting snakes be-
fore they could get through to the fire.
Several of the men were bitten.
officials of the forestry service as
sert that rattlesnakes are as plentiful
in Montana as in southern California
forests and in sections Of the southern
Appalachians, acquired in 1915 under
the Weeks law.
The little tool with which the forest
guards are armed can be carried con-
veniently in the vest pocket being
only n trifle larger than an ordinary
fountain pen and not as long. lndi-
vidual employees of the United States
Geological Survey have been using
these little tools for long time and
with great success.
Field parties Of geologlsts frequently
run across snakes. If armed with
these vest pocket first-aid instruments.
u bitten man quickly opens up the
wound with the lancet, shakes in lit
tie of the antldote and resumes his
work, apparently none the worse for
| the attack.
Timber survey crews of the forestry
service frequently battle with snakes.
1t Is believed that they have the worst
time of all in this relation.
The Ordway new era., 1922-09-08

had not exerted itself against an Office
life that suddenly felt itself crying
out for the free open country, without
hardly knowing what the term meant
Old Beamish caught the light in the
eyes, the quick contraction of the
hands, and smiled.
you don't need to tell me, Son."
he said slowly. 81 can see the symp-
toms. You've got the fever-you're
going back to work that mine.
"Ohadi is thirty-eight miles from
Denver. That's your goal Out there,
they'll tell you how the mine caved in,
and how Thornton Fairchild, who had
worked it. together with his two men,
Harry Harkins, Cornishman, and
'Sissie' Larsen, Swede, left town late
one night for Cripple Creek-and that
they never came back. That's the
story they'll tell you. Agree with it.
Tell them that Harkins, as far as you
know, went back to Cornwall, and
that you have heard vaguely that Lar
farther out west"
Is IL IHe truth =
"How do l know? It's good enough
people shouldn't ask questions. Tell
nothing more than that-and be care
full of your friends. There is one
man to watch-if he is still alive.
They call him 'Squint' Rodaine, and
he may or may not still be there 1
don't know-Im only sure of the fact
that your father hated him, fought
him and feared him. The mine tun-
mel is two miles up Kentucky gulch
and one hundred yards to the right.
A surveyor can lead you to the very
spot. It's been abandoned now for
thirty years. What you'll find there
is more than 1 can guess. But, Bow"
and his hand clenched tight on Robert
Fairchild's shoulder, whatever YOU
do, whatever you run into, whatever
friends or enemies you find awaiting
you, don't let that light die out Of
your eyes and don't pull in that chin
II you ind fight on your hands,
whether it's man, beast or nature. sail
into 1t! If you run into things that
cut your very heart out to learn-beat
EN- down and keep golngl And win
There-that's all the advice 1 know
Meet me at the IL 10 train for Indian.
apolis. Goodbyl"
"Goodby-rn be there" Fairchild
grasped the pudgy hand and left the
Office. For moment afterward, old
Henry Beamish stood thinking and
looking out over the dingy roof ada
cent. Then, somewhat absently. he
pressed the ancient electric button for
MIS- more ancient stenographer.
Call messenger, please" he or.
dered when she entered, II want r.
send cablegram."
The Ordway new era., 1922-09-08
MERE MATTER OF AMUSEMEv5
Arkansan Could Easily Afford to r,.
such Amateur Shooting WIN '''
the Contempt Deserved

"What's that?" cried ,or.,..
whom resident of Straddle p', D.. "
Ark. was showing the scenory -. se
region. VI Tue
Jaw. just Tug Bald or his hro,,.
in-iaw taking shot at ME from ,s' ara.
across the holler." was the nonsse e'
liant reply Them fellers have been
cutting that caper off and on for CIV CIV
weeks or such matter" 80
Great grief! What do vou 4.
about it?" W
"Nuth'ig in partlckler. They're tbs
poorest shots on the Ridge and nevs.
come higher to me than Ten feet or "a
1t sorter amuses me to see grown NOV
doing such childish tricks and neve,
'compiishing anything at it."-Kansas
City Star. a.
The Ordway new era., 1922-09-08
By Courtney
Ryley
Cooper

copyrigh. by Little, Brown = O..

Tonight you and 1 will go to Indian
apolis and probate the Willis simple
enough; I've had 1t in my safe for ten
years. After that, you become the
owner of the Blue Poppy mine. to DO
with as you choose"
But"
Don't ask my advice. Boy. l
haven't any. Your father told me
what to do If you decided TO try your
luck-and silver's at S1.29. 1t means
a lot of money for anybody who can
produce pay ore-unless what he said
about the mine plnchlng out was
true"
Again the thrill of new thing
went through Robert Fairchild's veins,
something he never had felt until
twelve hours before; again the urge
for strange places, new scenes, the
fire of the hunt after the hidden
wealth of silver-seamed hills. Robert
Fairchild's life had been a plodding
thing of books and accounts, of high
desks which as yet had failed to stoop
his shoulders, of stuffy Offices which
had been thwarted so far in their grip
at his lung power; the long walk In
the morning and the tired trudge
homeward at night. But the recoil
The Ordway new era., 1922-09-08
AlarmInq.

A certain actor who shall be name
less here but who has been known
for his matrimonial adventures one
day approached physician and asked
for thorough physical examination.
Il want to see that I'm fit for good
many years yet, doc" he said. "You
know Pm to be married again soon.
for the fifth time"
"H-m-m," muttered the examiner as
he put the stethoscope to the actors
heart. "Of course this fifth lady Is the
only girl in the world for you, and this
Is positively your last matrimonial
veIfture?"
"Oh, come, DOCTOR" cried the
thespian, much alarmed. I'm not as
bad off as that, am IT"-American
Legion Weekly.
The Ordway new era., 1922-09-08

conversation, he turned toward the
bookcase and unlatched the paneled
door. A moment more and the hol-
lowed history had given up its trust.
bit of paper scratched with numbers.
Robert Fairchild turned toward the
stairs and the small room on the sec
ond floor which had served as his IA
| Tiers bedroom.
There he hesitated before the little
iron safe in the corner, summoning
the courage to unlock the doors of
dead mans past.
The safe had not been opened in
years; that was evident from the
creaking of the plungers as they fell,
the gummy resistance of the knob as
Fairchild turned it in accordance with
the directions on the paper. Finally,
great wrench, and the bolt was
drawn grudgingly back; strong pull,
and the safe opened.
Fairchild crouched for a moment,
staring, before he reached for the
thinner of two envelopes which lay
before him. A moment later he
Strengthened and turned toward the
light. A crinkling of paper, a quick
drawn sigh between clenched teeth;
IL was a letter; his strange, quiet,
hunted-appearing father was talking
to him through the medium of ink and
paper, after death. He read:
My Son:
Before l begin this letter to you l
must ask that you take no action
whatever until you have seen my at
torney-he will be yours from now on.
l have never mentioned him to you
before; ii was not necessary and
would only have brought you curiosity
which I could not have satisfied. But
now, I am afraid, the doors must be
unlocked. l am gone. You are young,
you have been faithful son and you
are deserving of every good fortune
that may possibly come to you. / am
praying that the years have made a
difference, and that Fortune may
smile upon you as she frowned on me.
Certainly, she can injure me no longer.
My race is run; l am beyond earthly
fortunes.
Therefore, when you have finished
with this, take the deeds inclosed in
the larger envelope and go to st.
Louis. There, look up Henry F. Beam
lsh, attorney in the Princess
building. He will explain them to you.
Beyond this. / fear, there is little
that can aid you. / cannot find the
strength, now that 1 face it, to tell
you what you may find if you follow
the lure that the other envelope holds
| forth to you.
There is always the hope that For
| tune may be kind to me at last, and
smile upon my memory by never let
| ting you know why 1 have been the
sort of man you have known, and not
the jovial, genial companion that a
| father should be. But there are GER
tain things, my son, which defeat a
man. Therefore is 1t not better that
it remain behind cloud until such
time as Fortune may reveal it-and
hope that such time will never
come? l think so-not for myself, for
when you read this, / shall be gone
but for you, that you may not be han
dicapped by the knowledge of the
thing which whitened my hair and
aged me, long before my time.
''1f he lives, and am sure he does
there Is one who will hurry to your
aid as soon as he knows you need him
The Ordway new era., 1922-09-08
CHAPT Err |.

1t was over. The rambling house,
with its rickety, old-fashioned furni-
ture-and its memories-was now de-
serted, except for Robert Fairchild,
and he was deserted within it. wan
dering from room to room staring at
familiar objects with the unfamiliar
gaze of one whose vision suddenly
has been warped by the visitation of
death and the sense of loneliness that
1t brings
Loneliness, rather than grief, for it
had been Robert Fairchild's promise
that he would not suffer in heart for
one who had longed to go into peace
for which he had waited. seemingly in
vain. Year after year, Thornton Fair
child had sat in the big armchair by
the windows, watching the days grow
old and fade into night studying sun
set after sunset, voicing the vain hope
that the cleaning might bring the twi-
light of his own EXISTENCE silent
man except for this, rarely speaking of
the past, never giving to the son who
worked for him. cared for him, wOr-
SHIPPED him, the slightest inkling OF
days of the long ago to transform him
into a beaten thing. longing for the
final surcease. And when the end
came, it found him in readiness, wait
ing In the big armchair by the win
dows Even now. a book lay on the
frayed carpeting Of the old room.
where it had fallen from relaxing fin
gers. Robert Fairchild picked it up,
and with a sigh restored it to the
grim, fumed oak case. His days of
petty sacrifices that his father might
while away the weary hours with
reading were over.
What had been the past? Why the
silence? Why the patient, yet impa-
tient wait for death? The son did not
know. In all his memories was only
one faint picture, painted years be-
fore in babyhood: the return of his
father from some place, he knew not
where. long conference with his
mother behind closed doors while he,
In childlike curiosity. waited without,
seeking in vain to catch some expla-
nation. Then a sad-faced woman who
cried at night when the house was
still who faded and who died. That
was ALL The picture carried no ex-
PLANTATION.
And now Robert Fairchild stood on
the threshold of something he almost
feared to learn. Once, on a black,
stormy night. they had sat together,
father and son before the fire, silent
for hours. Then the hand of the
white-haired man had reached out
ward and rested for moment on the
young mans knee.
ST wrote something to you, Boy, a
day or so ago." he had said. "That
little illness had prompted me to
do It, IL thought 1t was only fair
to you. After I'm gone, look in the
safe. Youll find the combination on
q piece of paper hidden in hole cut
In that old European history in the
bookcase. have your promise,
know-that you'll not do 1t until after
I'm gone"
Now Thornton Fairchild was gone.
But message had remained behind !;
one which the patient lips evidently
had fenred to utter during life. The
heart of the son began to pound, slow
and hard MS. with the memory of that
The Ordway new era., 1922-09-08

Accept his counsels. laugh at his little
eccentricities II you will. but follow
his Judgment implicitly. Above all,
ask him no questions that he does not
care to answer-there are things that
he may not deem wise to tell.
There is little more to say. Beam
IL you care to go. Sell everything
that is here; the house, the furniture,
the belongings. 1t Is my wish. and
you will need the capital-if you go.
And If circumstances should arise to
bring before you the story of that
which has caused me so much dark
ness, ! have nothing to say in self
extenuation. l made one mistake
that of fear-and In committing one
error, 1 shouldered every blame. 1t
makes little difference now. am
dead-and free.
MY love to you, my son. I hope
that wealth and happiness await you
Blood of my blood flows in your veins
and strange though 1t may sound to
you-it Is the blood of an adventurer.
They say, once in the blood. it never
dies. My wish is that you succeed
where l failed-and God be with you
YOUR FATHER"
For long moment Robert Fairchild
stood staring at the letter, his heart
pounding with excitement, his hands
grasping the foolscap paper as though
with a desire to tear through the
shield which the written words had
formed about mysterious past and
IfSc1nSa thot which offaptiunly
hidden. So much had the letter told
and yet so little! Dark had been the
hints of some mysterious, intangible
thing, great enough in its horror and
its far-reaching consequences to cause
death for one who had known of 1t
and a living panic for him who had
perpetrated 1t. In that super-calm-
ness which accompanies great agita-
tion, Fairchild folded the paper,
placed 1t in its envelope, then slipped
1t into an inside pocket. A few steps
and he was before the safe once more
and reaching for the second envelope.
Heavy and bulky was this, filed
with tax receipts, with plats and blue
prints and the reports of surveyors.
Here was an assay slip, bearing figures
and notations which Robert Fairchild
could not understand, then legal doc
ument, sealed and stamped, and bear
ing the words:
County of Clear Greek,
State of Colorado.
DEED PATENT.
KNOW ALL MEN BY THESE
PRESENTS: That on this day of our
Lord, February %, 1892, Thornton w.
Fairchild, having presented the neces-
sary affidavits and statements of as
sessments accomplished in accordance
with
On 1t trailed in endless legal phrase
ology, telling in muddled, attorney-like
language, the fact that the law had
been fulfilled in its requirements, and
that the claim for which Thornton
Fairchild had worked was rightfully
his, forever. Fairchild reached for
the age-yellowed envelope to return
the papers to their resting place But
he checked his motion involuntarily
The Ordway new era., 1922-09-08
For Ieodness' sake, come
Hurryr'

tro BE coNTINuED.)