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A STUDY IN SCARLET.
By A. CONAN DOYLE.
PART ONE.
[Being a reprint from the reminiscences
of John 11. tVatson, M. D., late of the
army medical department ]
'‘God forgive you!' cried Mme.
Charpentier, throwing up her hands and
sinking back in her chair. ‘Yon have
murdered your brother. ’
“ ‘Arthur would rather that we spoke
the truth,’ the gill answered firmly.
“‘You had bc-t tell me all about-it
now,’ I said. ‘Half confidences are
worse than none. Besides yon do not
know how much we know of it. ’
“ ‘On your head be it, Alice!' cried
her mother, and then, turning to me: ‘I
will tell you all, sir. Do not imagine
that my agitation on behalf of my son
arises from my fear lest he should have
had a hand in this terrible affair. He is
utterly innocent of it. My dread is,
however, that in your eyes and in the
eyes of others ho may apear to be com
promised. That, however, is st rely im
possible. His high character, his profes
sion,his antecedents would all forbid it. ’
“ ‘Your best way is to make a clean
breast of the facts, ’I answered. ‘De
pend upon it, if your son is innocent, he
will be nene the worse. ’
“ ‘Perhaps, Alice, you had better
leave us together,’ she said, and her
daughter withdrew. ‘Now, sir, ’ she con
tinued, ‘I bad no intention of telling
you all this, but since my poor daughter
has disclose d it I have no alternative.
Having once decided to speak, I will
tell you all without omitting any par
ticular. ’
“ ‘lt is your wisest course,’ said I.
“ ‘Mr. Drebberhas been with ns near
ly three weeks. Ho and his secretary,
Mr. Stangerson, had been traveling on
the continent. I noticed a “Copenha
gen’’ label upon each of their trunks,
showing that that had been their last
stopping place. Stangerson was a quiet,
reserved man, but his employer, I km
sorry to say, was far otherwise. He was
coarse in his habits and brutish in his
ways. The very night of his arrival he
liecame very much the worse for drink,
and indeed after 12 o’clock in the day
he could hardly ever be said to be sober.
His manners toward the maidservants
were disgustingly free and familiar.
Worst of all, he speedily assumed the
same attitude toward my daughter,
Alice, and spoke to her more than once
in away which, fortunately, she is too
innocent to understand. On one occa
sion ho actually seized her in his arms
and embraced her—an outrage which
caused his own secretary to reproach
him for his unmanly conduct. ’
“ ‘But why did you stand all this?’ I
asked. ‘I suppose that you can get rid
of your boarders when you wish.’
“Mrs. Charpentier blushed at my per
tinent question. ‘Would to God that I
had given him notice on the very day he
came,’she said. ‘But it was a sore
temptation. They were paying a pound
a day each, £l4 a week, and this is a
slack season. 1 am a widow, and my
boy in the navy has cost me much. I
grudged to lose the money. J acted for
the best. This last was too much, how
ever, and I gave him notice to leave on
account of it. That was the reason of
his going. ’
“ ‘Well?’
“ ‘My heart grew light when I saw
him drive away. My son is on leave just
now, but I did not tell him anything of
this, for his temper is violent, and he is
passionately fond of his sister. When I
closed the door behind them, a load
seemed to be lifted from my mind. Alas!
in less than an hour there was a ring at
the bell, and I learned that Mr. Drebber
had returned. He was much excited
and evidently the worse for drink. He
forced his way into the room where I
was sitting with my daughter and made
some incoherent remark about having
missed his train. He then turned to
Alice, and before my very face proposed
to her that she should fly with him.
“You are of age,” he said, “and there
is no law to stop you. I have money
enough and to spare. Never mind the
old girl here, but come along with me
now straight away. You shall live like
a princess. ” Poor Alice was so fright
ened that she shrunk away from him,
but he caught her by the wrist and en
deavored to draw her toward the door.
I screamed, and at that moment my son
Arthur came into the room. What hap
pened then I do not know. I heard oaths
and the confused sounds of a scuffle. I
was too terrified to raise my head. When
I did look up. I saw Arthur standing in
the doorway laughing, with a stick in
his hand. “I don’t think that fine fel
low will trouble us again,’’ he said. “I
will just go after him and see what he
does with himself.” With those words
he took his hat and started off down the
street. The next morning we heard of
Mr. Drebber’s mysterious death.’
“This statement came from Mrs.
Charpentier’s lips with many gasps and
pauses. At times she spoke so low that
I could hardly catch the words. I made
shorthand notes of all that she said,
however, so that there should be no pos
sibility of a mistake. ”
“It’s quite exciting,” said Holmes,
with a yawn. “What happened next?”
“When Mrs. Charpentier paused,”
the detective continued, “I saw that the
whole case hung upon one point. Fixing
her with my eye in away which I al
ways found effective with women, 1
asked her at what hour her son returned.
“ ‘I do not know, ’ she answered.
“ ‘Not know?’
“ ‘No; he has a latchkey and let him
self in. ’
“ ‘After you went to bed?’
“ * Yea. ’
*’ ‘When did you go to bed?’
“ ‘About 11. ’
“ ‘So your sou was gone at least two
hours?’
“ ‘Yes.’
“ ‘Possibly four or five?’
“ es.'
“ What was bo doing during that
time?'
“ Ido not know, ’ she answered, turn
ing white to her very lips.
“Os course after that there was noth
ing more to be done. I found out where
Lieutenant Charpentier was, took two
officers with me and arrested him.
When 1 touched him on the shoulder
and warned him to come quietly with
us, he answered us as bold as brass, ‘I
suppose you are arresting me for being
concerned in the death of that scoundrel
Drebber, ’he said. We had said nothing
to him about it, so that his alluding to
it had a most suspicious aspect ”
“Very,” said Holmes.
“He still carried the heavy stick which
tho mother described him as having
with him when he followed Drebber. It
was a stout oak cudgel. ”
“What is your theory, then?”
“Well, my theory is that he followed
Drebber as far as the Brixton road.
When there, a fresh altercation arose
between them, in the course of which
Drebber received a blow from the stick,
in the pit of the stomach perhaps, which
killed him without leaving any mark.
The night was so wet that no one was
about, so Charpentier dragged tho body
of his victim into the empty house. As
to the candle, and the blood, and the
writing on the wall, and the ring, they
may all be so many tricks to throw the
police on to the wrong scent. ”
“Well done!” said Holmes in an en
couraging voice. “Really, Greg-on, you
are getting along. We shall make some
thing of you yet. ”
“I flatter myself that I have managed
it rath' r neatly,” the detective answer
ed proudly. “Tho young man volun
teered a statement, in which he said that
after following Drebber some time the
latter perc aived him and took a cab in
order to get away from him. On his
way home ho met an old shipmate and
took a long walk with him. On being
asked where this old shipmate lived, he
was unable to give tiny satisfactory re
ply. I think the whole case fits together
uncommonly well. What amuses me is
to think of Lestrade, who had started off
upon tho wrong scent. lam afraid he
won’t make much of it. Why, by Jove,
here’s the very man himself!”
It was indeed Lestrade, who had as
cended the stairs while wo were talking,
and who now entered the room. The as
surance and jauntiness which generally
marked his demeanor and dress were,
however, wanting. His face was disturb
ed ami troubled, while his clothes were
disarranged and untidy. He had evi
dently come with the intention of con
sulting with Sherlock Holmes, for on
perceiving his colleague ho appeared to
be embarrassed and put out. He stood in
the center of the room, fumbling nerv
ously with his hat and uncertain what
to do. “This is a most extraordinary
case,” ho said at last, “a most incom
prehensible affair. ”
“Ah, you find it so, Mr. Lestrade!”
cried Gregson triumphantly. “I thought
you would come to that conclusion.
Have you managed to find the secretary,
Mr. Joseph Stangerson?”
“The secretary, Mr. Joseph Stanger
son,” said Lestrade gravely, “was mur
dered at Halliday’s Private hotel about
6 o’clock this morning. ”
CHAPTER VII.
The intelligence with which Lestrade
greeted us was so momentous and so un
expected that we were all three fairly
dumfounded. Gregson sprang out of
his chair and upset the remainder of his
whisky and water. I stared in silence at
Sherlock Holmes, whose lips were com
pressed and his brows drawn down over
his eyes.
“Stangerson, tool” he muttered.
“The plot thickens.”
“It was quite thick enough before,”
grumbled Lestrade, taking a chair. “1
seem to have dropped into a sort of
council of war. ”
“Ato you—are you sure of this piece
of intelligence?” stammered Gregson.
“I have just come from Ms room, ”
said Lestrade. “I was the first to dis
cover what had occurred. ”
“Wo have been hearing Gregson’s
view of the matter,” Holmes observed.
“Would you mind letting us know’ what
you have seen and done?”
“I have no objection, ” Lestrade an
swered, seating himself. “I freely con
fess that I was of the opinion that
Stangerson was concerned in the death
of Drebber. This fresh development has
shown me that I was completely mis
taken. Full of the one idea, I set myself
to find out what had become of the sec
retary. They had been seen together at
Euston station about half past 8 on the
evening of the 3d. At 2in the morning
Drebber had been found in the Brixton
road. Tho question which confronted
me was to find out how Stangerson had
been employed between 8:30 and the
time of the crime and what had become
of him afterward. I telegraphed to Liv
erpool giving a description of the man
and warning them to keep a watch upon
the American boats. I then set to work
calling upon all the hotels and lodging
houses in the vicinity of Euston. You
see, I argued that if Drebber and his
companion had become separated the
natural course for the latter would be
to put up somewhere in the vicinity for
the night and then to hang about the
station again next morning.”
“They would be likely to agree on
some meeting place beforehand,” re
marked Holmes.
“So it proved. 1 spent the whole of
yesterday evening in making inquiries
entirely without avail. This morning I
began very early, and at 8 o’clock I
reached Halliday’s Private hotel in Lit
tle George street On my inquiry as to
whether a Mr. Stangerson was living
there they at once answered me in the
affirmative.
“ ‘No doubt you are the gentleman
he was expecting, ’ they said. ‘He has
been waiting for a gentleman for two
days. ’
“ ‘Where is he now?’ I asked.
“ ‘He is up stairs in bed. He wished
to be called at 9. ’
“It seemed to me that my sudden ap
pearance might shake his nerves and
lead him to say something unguarded.
The boots volunteered to show mo the
room. It was on tho second floor, and
there was a small corridor leading up to
it Tho boots pointed out the door to
me and was about to go down stairs
again when I saw something that made
mo feel sickish, in spite cf my 20 years’
• experience. From under the door there
curled a little red ribbon of blood, which
had meandered across the passage and
formed a little pool along the skirting
at the other side. I gave a cry, which
brought the boots back. He nearly
fainted when he saw it. Tiie door was
locked on the inside, but we our
■ shoulders to it and knocked it in. The
window of tho room was open, and be
side tho window, all huddled up, lay
the body of a man in his nightdress.
He was quite dead and had been for
some time, for his limbs were rigid and
cold. When we turned him over, the
boots recognized him at once as being
the same gentleman who had engaged
the room under the name of Joseph
Stangerson. The cause of death was a
deep stab in the left side, which must
have penetrated the heart. And now
comes the strangest part of the affair.
What do you suppose was above the
murdered man?”
1 felt a creeping of the flesh and a pre
sentiment of coming horror, even before
i Sherlock Holmes answered.
“The word ‘Rache, ’ written in letters
I of blood, ” he said.
“That was it, ” said Lestrade in an
awestruck voice, and we were all silent
for awhile.
There was something so methodical
and so incomprehensible about the deeds
of this unknown assassin that it im
parted a fresh ghastliness to his crimes.
My nerves, which were steady enough
on the field of battle, tingled as I thought
of it.
“The man was seen, ” continued Le
strade. “A milkboy, passing on his way
to the dairy, happened to walk down the
lane which leads from the mews at the
back of the hotel. He noticed that a
ladder, which usually lay there, was
raised against one of the windows of the
second floor, which was wide open. Aft
ler passing he looked back and saw a
I man descend the ladder He came down
so quietly and openly that the boy im
, agined him to bo some carpenter or
joiner at work in the hotel. He took no
particular notice of him beyond think
ing in his own mind that it was early
\ for him to bo at work. He has an im
i pression that the man was tall, had a
reddish face and was dressed in a long
brownish coat. Ho must have staid in
tho room some little time after the mur
, dor, for we found blood stained water in
! the basin, where he had washed his
hands, and marks on the sheets where
he had deliberately wiped his knife. ”
I glanced at Holmes on hearing the
description of the murderer, which tal
lied so exactly with his own. There was,
however, no trace of exultation or satis
faction upon his face.
“Did you find nothing in the room
which could furnish a clew to the mur
derer?” ho asked.
“Nothing. Stangerson had Drebber’s
purso in his pocket, but it seems that
this was usual, as he did all the paying.
There was eighty odd pounds in it, but
nothing had been taken. Whatever the
motives of these extraordinary crimes,
robbery is certainly not one of them.
There were no papers or memoranda in
the murdered man’s pocket, except asin
glo telegram, dated from Cleveland
about a month ago and containing the
words, ‘J. H. is in Europe.’ There was
no name appended to this message. ”
“And there was nothing else?”
Holmes asked.
“Nothing of any importance. The
man’s novel, with which he had read
himself to sleep, was lying upon the bed,
and his pipe was on a chair beside him.
There was a glass of water on the table,
and on the window sill a small chip
ointment box containing a couple of
pills. ”
Sherlock Holmes sprang from his
chair with an exclamation of delight.
“The last link, ” he cried exultantly.
“My case is complete. ”
The two detectives stared at him in
amazement.
“I have now in my bands, ” my com
panion said confidently, “all the threads
which have formed such a tangle. There
are, of course, details to be tilled in, but
I am as certain of all tho main facts,
from the time that Drebber parted from
Stangerson at the station up to the dis
covery of the body of the latter, as if I
bad seen them with my own eyes. I
will give you a proof of my knowledge.
Could you lay your hand upon those
pills?”
“I have them,” said Lestrade, pro
ducing a small white box. “I took them,
and the purse, and the telegram, in
tending to have them put in a place cf
safety at the police station. It was the
merest chance, my taking these pills, for
I am bound to say that I do not attach
any importance to them. ”
“Give them here,” said Holmes.
“Now, doctor,” turning to me, “are
those ordinary pills?”
They certainly were not. They were
of a pearly gray color, small, round and
almost transparent against tho light.
“From their lightness and transparency
I should imagine that they are soluble
in water, ” I remarked.
“Precisely so,” answered Holmes.
“Now, would you mind going down and
fetching that poor little devil of a ter
rier which has been bad so long, and
which the landlady wanted you to put
out of its pain yesterday?”
I went down stairs and carried the
dog up stairs in my arms. Its labored
breathing and glazing eye showed that
it was not far from its end. Indeed its
snow white muzzle proclaimed that it
had already exceeded the usual term of
canine existence. I placed it upon a
cushion on the rug.
“I will now cut one of these pills in
two,” said Holmes, and drawing his
! penknife he suited the action to the
word. “One half we return into the tox
for the future purposes. The other half
I will place in this wineglass, in which
is a teaspoonful of water. You perceive
that our friend, the doctor, is right, and
that it readily dissolves. ”
“This may be very interesting,” said
Lestrade in tbe injured tone cf one
who njspects that he is beius laughed
at- “I cannot see, however, what it has
to do with the death of Air. Joseph
Stangerson. ”
“Patience, my friend, patience! You
will find in time that it has everything
to do with it. 1 shall now add a little
milk to make the mixture palatable, and
on presenting it to the dog we find that
he laps it up readily enough.”
As he spoke he tm '.ed the contents of
the wineglass into a saucer and placed
it in front of the terrier, who speedily
licked it dry. Sherlock Holmes’ earnest
demeanor had so far convinced us that
we all sat in silence, watching the ani
mal intently and expecting some star
tling effect. None such appeared, how
ever. The dog continued to lie stretched
upon the cushion, breathing in a labored
way, but apparently neither the better
nor the worse for its draft.
Holmes had taken out his watch, and
as minute followed minute without re
sult an expression of the utmost cha
grin and disappointment appeared upon
his features. Ho gnawed bis lip, drum
med his fingers upon the table and
showed every other symptom of acute
impatience. So great was his emotion
that 1 felt sincerely sorry for him, while
the two detectives smiled derisively, by
no means displeased at this check which
he had met
“It can’t be a coincidence, ” he cried,
at last springing from his chair and
pacing wildly up and down the room.
“It is impossible that it should boa
mere coincidence. The very pills which
I suspected in the case of Drebber are
actually found after the dea s h of Stan
gerson. And yet they are inert. What
car. it mean? Surely my whole chain of
reasoning cannot have been false. It is
impossible! And yet this wretched dog
is none the worse. Ah, I have it! I have
it!" With a perfect shriek of delight he
rushed to the box, cut the other pill in
two, dissolved it, added milk and pre
sented it to the terrier. The unfortunate
creature’s tongue seemed hardly to have
been moistened in it before it gave a
convulsive shiver in every limb and lay
as rigid and lifeless as if it had been
struck by lightning.
Sherlock Holmes drew a long breath
and wiped the perspiration from his
forehead. “I should have more faith,”
he said. “I ought to know by this time
that when a fact appears to be opposed
to a long train of deductions it invari
ably proves to be capable of bearing
some other interpretation. Os the two
pills in that box one was the most dead
ly poison, and the other was entirely
harmless. 1 ought to have known that
before ever I saw the box at all. ”
This last statement appeared to me to
bo so startling that I could hardly be
lieve that ho was in his sober senses.
There was the dead dog, however, to
prove that his conjecture had been cor
rect. It seemed to me that die mists in
my own mind were gradually clearing
away, and I began to have a dim, vague
perception of the truth.
“All this seems strange to you,” con
tinued Holmes, “because you failed at
the beginning of the inquiry to grasp
’.he importance of the single real clew
which was presented to you. 1 had the
good fortune to seize upon that, and ev
erything which has occurred since then
has served to confirm my original sup
position and indeed was the logical se
quence of it. Hence things which have
perplexed you and made the case more
obscure have served to enlighten me and
to strengthen my conclusions. It is a
mistake to confound strangeness with
mystery. The most commonplace crime
is often the most mysterious because it
presents no new or special features from
which deductions may be drawn. This
murder would have been infinitely more
difficult to unravel had the body of the
victim been simply found lying in the
roadway without any of those outre and
sensational accompaniments which have
rendered it remarkable. These strange
details, far from making the case more
difficult, have really had the effect of
making it less so. ”
Mr. Gregson, who had listened to this
address with considerable impatience,
could contain himself no longer. “Look
here, Mr. Sherlock Holmes,” he said,
“we are all ready to acknowledge that
you are a smart man, and that you have
your own methods of working. We
want something more than mere theory
and preaching now, though. It is a case
of taking the man. I have made my
case out, and it seems I was wrong.
Young Charpentier could not have been
engaged in this second affair. Lestrado
went after his man, Stangerson, and it
appears that he was wrong too. You
have thrown out hints here and hints
there and seem to know more than we
do, but the time has come when we feel
that we have a right to ask you straight
how much you do know of the' business.
Can ycu name the man who did it?”
“I cannot help feeling that Gregson
is right, sir,” remarked Lestrade. “We
have both tried, and we have both failed.
You have remarked more than once since
I have been in the room that you had
all the evidence which you require.
Surely you will not withhold it any lon
ger. ”
“Any delay in arresting the assassin, ”
I observed, “might give him time to
perpetrate some fresh atrocity. ”
Thus pressed by us all, Holmes showed
signs of irresolution. He continued to
walk up and down the room with his
head sunk on his chest and his brows
drawn down, as was his habit when lost
in thought.
“There will be no more murders, ” he
said at last, stopping abruptly and facing
us. “You can put that consideration out
of the question. You have asked me if I
know the name of the assassin. Ida
The mere knowing of his name is a
small thing, however, compared with
the power of laying our hands upon
him. This I expect very shortly to do.
I have good hopes of managing it
through my own arrangements, but. it is
a thing which needs delicate handling,
for we have a shrewd and desperate man
tcdeal with, whois supported, as I have
had occasion to prove, by another, who
ii as clever as himself. As loag as this
man hat bo idea that any one ean have
a clew there is some chance of securing
him, but if he had the slightest suspicion
he would change his name and vanish
in an instant among the 4,000,000 in
habitants of this great city. Without
meaning to hurt either of your feelings
I am bound to say that I consider these
men to be more than a match for the
official force, and that is why I have not
asked your assistance. If 1 fail, I shall of
course incur all the blame due to this
omission, but that I am prepared for.
At present I am ready to promise that
the instant that I can communicate with
you without endangering my own com
binations I shall do so.”
Gregson and Lestrade seemed to be
far from satisfied by this assurance or
by the depreciating allusion to the de
tective police. The former had flushed
up to the roots of his flaxen hair, while
the other’s beady eyes glistened with cu
riosity and resentment. Neither of them
had time to speak, however, before there
was a tap at the door and the spokesman
of the street arabs, young Wiggins, in
troduced his insignificant and unsavory
person.
“Please, sir,” he said, touching bis
forelock, “I have the cab down stairs. ”
“Good boy,” said Holmes blandly.
“Why don’t you introduce this pattern
at Scotland Yard?” he continued, taking
a pair of steel handcuffs from a drawer.
“See how beautifully the springs works.
They fasten in an instant”
“The old pattern is good enough, ” re
marked Lestrade, “if we can find the
man to put them on. ”
“Very good, very good, ” said Holmes,
smiling. “The cabman may as well
help me with my boxes. Just ask him
to step up, Wiggins. ”
I was surprised to find my companion
speaking, as though he were about to set
out on a journey, since he had not said
anything to me about it There was a
small pormanteau in the room, and this
he pulled out and began to strap. He was
busily engaged at it when the cabman
entered the room.
“Just give me a help with this buckle,
cabman, ” he said, kneeling over his
task and never turning his head.
The fellow came forward with a some
what sullen, defiant air and put down
his hands to assist At that instant there
was a sharp click, the jangling of metal,
and Sherlock Holmes sprang to his feet
again.
“Gentlemen, ” he cried, with flashing
eyes, “let me introduce you to Mr. Jef
ferson Hope, the murderer of Enoch
Drebber and of Joseph Stangerson.”
The whole thing occurred in a mo
ment, so quickly that I had no time to
realize it I have a vivid recollection of
that instant, of Holmes’ triumphant ex
pression and the ring of his voice, of the
cabman’s dazed, savage face as he
glared at the glittering handcuffs,
which had appeared as if by magic up
on his wrists. For a second or two we
might have been a group of statues.
Then, with an inarticulate roar of fury,
the prisoner wrenched himself free from
Holmes’ grasp and hurled himself
through the window. Woodwork and
glass gave way before him, but before
he got quite through Gregson, Lestrade
and Holmes sprang upon him like so
many staghounds. He was dragged back
into the room, and then commenced a
terrific conflict. So powerful and so
fierce was he that the four of us were
shaken off again and again. He appeared
to have the convulsive strength of a
man in an epileptic fit.
His face and hands were terribly man
gled by the passage through the glass,
but loss of blood had no effect in dimin
ishing his resistance. It was not until
Lestrado succeeded in getting his hand
inside his neck cloth and half stran
gling him that we made him realize that
his struggles were of no avail, and even
then we felt no security until we had
pinioned his feet as well as his hands.
That done, we rose to our feet breathless
ami panting.
“We have his cab,’’said Sherlock
Holmes. “It will serve to take him to
Scotland Yard. And now, gentlemen,”
he continued, with a pleasant smile,
“we have reached the end of our little
mystery. You are very welcome to put
any questions that you like to mo now,
and there is no danger that I will refuse
to answer them. ”
[CONTINUED.] i
FLOWER AND TREE.
The cherre pongee gourd, which grow*
in India, increases its length throe times
daily for 84 days.
Cold coffee has been ksswii to be good
for watering plants occasionally, and it is
especially so for the hyacinth.
There is a grapevine at Oya, Portugal,
which bears a sufficient amount of grapes
to make an average of 150 gallons of wine
a year.
An Orange City (Fla.) woman has a
rosebush 8 feet tall, with a spread of 6
feet, and on which has been grafted or
budded more than a score of varieties from
deep red to pure white.
Arboriculturists of Bath, Me., are pus
zled ovw a Not way maple which is with
out leaves about Rs center, although it has
a psrimeter of foliage so thick that from a
littls distance khe tree appears to be a nor
mal o’’*
SCIENCE' SCRAPS.
The physiologists say that the right side
of the brain Is of more importance to or
ganic life than the left.
Microscopists are of the opinion that the
best glasses now made fail to reveal the
smallest forms of animal and vegetable life.
In the ocean at a dapth of 600 feet below
the surface the sun has an illuminating
power about equal to the light of the full
moon.
Man is now scientifically defined as be
ing composed of 45 pounds of carbon and
nitrogen evenly diffused through 12 gal
lons of water.
Lyell, the geologist, says, “At a period
comparatively recent all that portion of the
Cnited States south of the Black Hills
was under from 500 to 900 feet of water.”
Neptune is 2,746,000,000 miles from the
sun aud travels 11,958 miles an hour. Yet
it takes 60,127 of our days for that planet
to complete one revolution around the sun.
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Office in Hollis & Hinton Block.
SUMMERVILLE GA.
lam prepared to treat Rupture,
1 Hemorrhoids, Fistula in Ano, without
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My operations are quite painless.
Consultation free.
A?L. MURPHY,
Jeweler.
MENLO, GEORG JA
Repairing a specialty. All work
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Dentist,
LaFayette, - - Ga
Does first class Dental work of all
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WESLEY SHBOPSHIEE,
Attorney-at-L aw
Summerville, - - Ga
W. H. ENNIS. J. W. STARING.
ENNIS & STARLING
Atto r ney s-at-Law.
MASONIC TEMPLE.
ROME, - - - GA.
Will practice in all the courts of
north Georgia.
T. J. lUilßis,
LAWYER,
Summerville, Ga.
T. S. Bbown,
Dentist.
Office over Hollis & Hinton’s store
Summerville, Ga. All Dental opera
tions neatly performed aud work guar
anteed. Prices reasonable.
C. L. ODELL
Attorney at Law.
SUMMERVILLE GA.
Strict attention given business
ntrusted to my care.
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