(Continued from last week.) SYNOPSIS CHAPTER I.—Oliver October Baxter, Jr., was born on a vile October day. His parents were prominent in th commercial, social and spiritual life o the town of Rumley. His father was proprietor of the hardware store. The night that Oliver October was born a E¥Dpsy queen reads his father's fortune and tells him what a wonderful future his son has before him, but after the reading, the gypsy bécomes angry and Jeaves the house in a rage after telling Mr. Baxter that his son will never reach the age of thirty, that he will be hanged for a crime of which he is not guilty. CHAPTER I11.—Ten years elapse and Oliver's father is the owner of a busi- ness block in the town. Mrs. Baxter died when Oliver was nearing seven. Josephine Sage, wife of the minister, causes a sensation when she leaves Rumley to go on the stage, She be- comes a “star” and later goes to Lon- don, where she scores a hit. Her daughter Jane and young Oliver be- come featly attached to one another. After finishing college, young Oliver accepts a position in Chicago with an Saginssring company. He goes to China on an important mission for his firm. Upon his return he enlists in the Canadian army. CHAPTER III Home From the War The war was over. Oliver October Baxter came through without a scratch. In April, 1919, he sailed from Brest and on the tenth of May arrived In Rumley, discharged from the army, Jobless. On the way home he stopped over in Chicago to notify his employ- ers that he would be ready to resume work after a month’s much-needed rest. He was blandly informed that as soon as anything turned up they would be pleased and happy to take him back into the concern, but at present there wasn’t a vacancy in sight. Being a captain in the army and used to plain speaking, he told the as- tonished ' general manager what he thought of him and the whole works besides, and airily went his way. This time there was no delegation at the station to meet him. His father | and Sammy Parr were waiting for him when the train pulled in. Old Oliver eyed his son narrowly. “What's this I hear about them not taking you back on your old Job?’ he demanded. He extended his hand, which young Oliver gripped in both of his, “Aren't you glad to see me back, alive and well, dad?’ he cried. “Of course, I’m glad you're back, sonny—of course, I am. I've been praying for this ever since you went away. But, didn’t I say you were a fool for giving up a $7,000 job to go over and mix up in a war that wasn’t any of our business?” “Oh, I'm not down and out, you know, dad,” broke in young Oliver. “So, cheer up! I'm not worrying.” “Course you're not worrying,” was his father’s sour retort. “You've got me to fall back on, with a good home and grub and a darned fine business to drop into when I'm dead and gone.” His son could hardly believe his ears. He was bewildered, hurt. Sammy gave Oliver a significant look. As the two young men hurried across the platform with the bags and bundles, he found opportunity to #ay to the new arrival: “Your father will be in a good hu- mor in a minute or two. It’s just a habit he’s fallen into since you've been away. I guess it's that infernal gypsy business. He's as peevish as blazes a good part of the time.” They drove off in Sammy’s car while Oliver plied his old friend with ques- tions. “Where is Jane?” denly. “Jane Sage? Oh, she’s around same as ever. Things are a lot easler | for Mr. Sage now. I guess maybe you haven't heard about his brother dying out in California and leaving him quite a bit of money. It looks like a pretty serious affair between her and Doc Lansing.” “What's that?” startled. “I guess it’s all happened since you went away. Doc's only been prac- ticing here since last summer. Fine feller.” “I don’t seem to remember him,” said Oliver, dully. “You say she's—er—in love with him?” “Looks that way,” sald Sammy, in- differently. “He's dead gone on her, that’s sure.” Presently Mr. Baxter cackled. He was in high good humor again. “Serepty Grimes just can't wait to see you,” he declared. “You know she’s keeping house for me now.” “Aunt Berepta keeping house for you? i “Yes. I thought that people wonld be Bure to talk if she came over and 1§ved at my house. But the cussed part he asked sud- demanded Oliver, OLIVER © ., OCTOBER. EORGE BARR McCUTCHEON COPYRIGHT,BELL SYNDICATE (W.N.U. SERVICE) of it is, nobody thinks there's anything scandalous about it. There hasn’t been a derned bit of talk. What the dickens are you laughing at, Sam?” “] just ran over a hen,” lied Sam promptiv. - » $ - ® * * June was well along before Oliver began seriously to contemplate bring- ing his self-styled “vacation” to an end. May had been glorious. Hven the ‘sinister stretches of Death swamp, across which he looked from the oak- shaded citadel that he would always call home, were not so repelling as they had been in days of yore. The world was beautiful. During the first week he spent many happy, care-free hours with Jane Sage. One evening, lounging on her porch, he asked her suddenly: “What sort of a chap is Doc Lan- sing, Jane?” She started, and for a moment her eyes were fixed intently on his half- averted face. There was an odd, star- tled-expression in them. “He is very nice,” she answered, and they both fell silent. An automobile approached along the tree-lined street, coming to a stop at the front gate. “Hullo!” exclaimed Oliver. comes the gentleman himself. “Good evening, Jane,” said young Lansing as he came up to the steps. “How are you, Captain Baxter? Won- derful night, isn’t it?” “Wonderful,” said Oliver, who wasn't thinking at all of the physical aspects of the night. Twenty minutes later he looked at his wrist-watch, uttered an exclama- tion, and sprang to his feet. “I must be going Jane,” he said. He took himself off in well-simulated haste. As he strode off. down the street he was con! cious of an extremely uncom- fortable feeling that they were glad to “Here | be rid of him. A queer little chill of dismay struck in upon him. For a mo- ment he felt utterly desolate and be- wildered. He felt lost. Why, it meant | that he and Jane couldn't be playmates or chums any longer. Four days later Jane met him face to face in the ‘street, and looking straight into his eyes, asked: “What is the matter, Oliver? What have I done?” “Done?” “Don’t be stupid. Have I offended you? Why haven't you been up to see me?” He decided to be quite frank about it. “See here, Jane, we've always been pals. I don’t know exactly how things stand with you and Lansing. But, while I'm not a suitor, it’s only fair and square of me to keep out of the—" Her free, joyous laugh interrupted him. “Oh, you don’t know how relieved I am,” she cried. “So that’s the expla- nation, is it? You wanted to give me every chance in the world to catch a beau—and to keep him. It's awfully kind of you, Oliver, but it's also very silly. Don’t let me find you staying away again!” And so June drew toward an end with Jane and Oliver back on the old footing—not quite the same as before, owing to the latter's secret conviction that he was playing hob with the doc- tor's peace of mind. Oliver's ctherwise agreeable and whilom stay in Rumley was marred by his father's Increasing despondency and irritation over the fact that he not only was out of a job but apparently was making no effort to obtain one. There were times when the old man's scolding became unbearable, and but | for the pleadings of Serepta Grimes and the counsel of Mr. Sage, Oliver | would have packed his bags and de- parted. “Don’t pay any attention to him, Oliver,” begged Serepta. “He's cranky that’s all. He don't mean what he says. It would break his heart if you were to get mad and go off and leave him.” CHAPTER IV A Mysterious Disappearance Shortly before 8 o'clock on the after- noon of June 28, the day before Oliver Octeber was to leave for Chicago and a new position, old Oliver Baxter stepped into the bank at the corner of Clay and Pershing streets and drew out $3,500 in currency. He gave no reason to the teller or to the cashier for the withdrawal of so large an amount in cash, Oliver October, 10 or 15 minutes late for supper that evening, found his father in a surprisingly amiable frame of mind, but Mr. Baxter's good humor did not endure. He revived a dispute they had had in the store earlier in the day. The old man had that day offered him an interest in the business if he grateful, but he declined the offer, say: ing he had a profession in which he wanted to make good. Mr. Baxter's reversion to the subject came when Oliver, looking at his watch, announced that he must be run- ning along, as he was due over at the Sages to say good-by to Jane and her father. “Well, I'll walk part of the way with you,” said his father crossly. “I'd like to see if I can’t coax you to change your mind about coming into the store. If you don’t mind, we’ll take the lower road along the swamp. It's a short cut for you—saves you a quarter of & mile or more.” A few minutes before 9 o'clock Oli- ver October appeared at the home of Rev, Mr. Sage, somewhat out of breath and visibly agitated. “Im awfully sorry to be so late,” he apologized. “Father and I had a long and trying confab and I—I couldn’t get away. God knows I hate to say it, but I'm glad I'm going tomorrow.” “No, you shouldn’t say it, Oliver,” said Mr. Sage. “Poor man, he is really not responsible these days. You see. Oliver, for nearly 30 years he has lived in dread of—well, of the absurd thing that gypsy woman said.” “And that is why he wants me to stay hare, so that he can we‘ch over and pictect me?” “Exacuy.” “If I really believed that to be the case, Uncle Herbert, I—-I would stay.” Jane, who had been silent during the brief colloquy between her father and Qliver, was studying the young man’s face intently. She was puzzled by his manner and by his expression. “I came over by the back road, along the swamp,” he explained, catching her in the act of staring at his muddy shoes. “Father walked part of the way with me. Gee, what a panning he gave me! It was terrible, Mr. Sage. I saw red. I—I had to run—I couldn't stand it. G—d, how miserable I am!” Jane and her father listened, speech- less, and presently Mr. Sage arose and went into the bause. . The clock op. the town hall struck 12 before Oliver reluctantly bade Jane good-night and started homeward. On his way home, through the heart of town, he passed the rather pretentious house in which the Lansings lived. There were people on the broad ver- anda. He longed for the companion- ship of friends—merry friends. He turned in at the stone gate and walked swiftly up to the Rouse, “Hello, Ollie,” callel out Sammy Parr. Young Lansing came to the top of the steps to greet him. ; “I've been up saying good-by te Mr. Sage and Jane. And the funny part of it is that I may not go away tomor- row after all,” said Oliver. “The Sages think I ought not to leave qn father.” He spoke in lowered ténes, for Lansing’s ear alone, “] quite agree with them,” said the other stiffly. : “Have a highball, Baxter?” called Sammy. “Not tonight, thanks. I've got to be running along. Father may be waiting up for me. Night, everybody.” And he was off. The group watched him stride swiftly down the cement walk. Sammy was the first to speak. “Well, I call that sociability, don’t you? What the dickens is the matter with him? First time I've ever seen Ollie Baxter with a grouch.” Early the next morning, Serepta Grimes called Joseph Sikes on the tele- phone. “Did Oliver Baxter stay all night with you?” she inquired. “I mean old Oliver.” “No.” ‘ “Have you seen anything of him this morning?” ; “No. What’s the matter, Serepty?”’ “Well, he didn’t sleep here last night, and there ain’t a sign of him around “No. What's the Matter, Serepty?” the place. I—I guess maybe you'd better come up, Joe.” The long and the short of it was, Oliver Baxter had vanished as com- pletely as if swallowed by the earth— and it was the general opinion that that was exactly what happened to him. There wes not the slightest doubt In the minds of his horrified friends that he hal wandered out upon the would remain in Rumley. Oliver was | Swamp and had met a ghastly fate in | one of the countless pits of mire whose depths no man knew or cared to fathom even in speculation. Notwithstanding the almost universal belief that poor old Oliver Baxter was buried in the black mire of the swamp a state-wide search was at once insti- tuted by his distracted son, who, for one, did not believe that the missing man had gone to his death in the loath- some tract. The bank’s prompt announcement that Mr. Baxter had withdrawn thirty- five hundred dollars convinced Oliver October and a few sound-headed indi- viduals that he had deliberately planned his departure from Rumley. No one could be found who saw him after he took leave of his son on the swamp road. Oliver October related all that transpired between them on that moonlit byway. He did not spare himself in the recital. No one blamed him, however. An inspection of Mr. Baxter's closet the following morning led to a puz- zling discovery. A comparatively new suit of dark gray material—rather too heavy for summer wear—was missing, while the wrinkled, well-worn garments that he wore daily at the store were found hanging in the closet. The excitement in Rumley was in- tense. The Baxter home became a magnet that drew practically the en- tire population of the town to that sec- tion, and there was not an hour of the day that did not see scores of peo- ple trudging through the safer portions of the swamp or tramping aisug the uplands {hat bordered it. Detectives from Chicago, brought down by Oliver October, agreed with the young man that his father had “skipped out,” to use the expression of Michael O'Rourke. It was Mr. O'Rourke who advanced the theory that the old man had taken this amaz- ing means of forcing his son to remain i in Rumley. “Why,” said he, “it’s as plain as the nose on your face. He is dead set on having you stick to this town. You say ‘nix.’ Well, what's the smartest thing he can do? The only way to make you stay in this town is for him to leave it. He sneaks off without letting anybody know where he's going. Why does he do that? If you or anybody else knew where he was you’d have him back here in no time, and all his trouble for nothing. He thought it all out before hand. Now he has his own way. You've got to stay here until he gets good and ready to come back. Some- body’s got to be in charge of his af- fairs. There is a chance, of course, that he wandered out in the swamp, but I don’t believe it. If you want us to go ahead and rake the country for him, we’ll do it.” “TI want to find him,” said Oliver, firmly. “You may be right in your sur- mise—I hope you are. But just the same, I don’t intend to leave a stone unturned, Mr. O'Rourke.” But the days ran into weeks and the weeks inte months, with the mystery no nearer solution than in the begin- ning—no word, no sign from the old man who had vanished, no clue that led to anything save disappointment. There was something grim, uncanny about the silence of old man Baxter— it was indeed the silence of the dead. “He might as well be dead,” was a re- mark that became common in Rumley whenever his case was discussed. Strangely enough, no one now believed him to be dead. Everybody agreed with the detective that the cantanker- ous old man had “skipped out” with the sole idea of frustrating his son's plan to return to Chicago. Oliver October took charge of the store and, as self-appointed manager, conducted the business to the best of his ability. There was nothing in the young man’s manner to indicate that he rebelled against the turn in his af. fairs. On the contrary, he took hold with an enthusiasm that left nothing to be desired by those who at first shook their heads dubiously over the | situation. “I am to blame for all this,” he pro- tested firmly. “If my father is dead, I am accountable for his death. What- ever his present condition may be, I am responsible for it. Don’t put all the blame on that gypsy fortune-teller. I should have realized the state of mind he was in and I should have given up everything else in the world to help him weather the next year or so of doubt and distress.” ® * * * - * * The winter wore away, spring came and quickly melted into summer; the first anniversary of the unexplained disappearance of Oliver Baxter passed. Three months remained of the last year allotted to Oliver October by the gypsy “queen” on that wild, shrieking night in '90. But by this time prac- tically everybody in Rumley was count- ing the days and jokingly reminding Oliver that his chances got better every day! “I see by the paper this evening that your Uncle Horace has announced himself as a candidate for state sen- ator,” sald Mr. Sage one evening as he sat enjoying his customary half hour or Sage's porch with Jane and Oliver, “Well, I know one vote he will not get,” said Oliver, “even if he is my uncle.” ; “I know of another,” said the min- ister dryly. . “Why, daddy, I am really beginning to take quite a fancy to you,” cried Jane delightedly. “Only last week you said he ought to be tarred and feath- ered for turning those two old Bannes- ter women out of their house over at Pleasant Ridge.” “But he didn’t turn them out,” said Oliver quickly. “Somebody came along at the last minute and lent them the money to redeem their little house and farm.” (To be Continued.) HUBERT HARRIS Norristown, Pa. One gold medal and six silver medals have been awarded to Bell Telephone employees by the Theodore N. Vail Memorial Fund for acts of conspicuous bravery performed during 1924, accord- ing to an announcement just made. The Vail Memorial Fund was cre- ated in memory of the late Theodore N. Vail, long recognized as one of the world’s business leaders and for many years President of the Bell System. The gold medal was given to Anna Leonelda Lennan, Chief Operator for the Chesapeake and Potomac Tele- phone Company at Piedmont, West Virginia. It was accompanied by a cash award of $500.00. The six silver medals were accompanied by awards of $250.00 each. One of the recipients of the silver medals is Hubert Harris, Line Foreman for The Bell Telephone Company of Pennsylvania in Norris- town. The others to receive silver medals are: Mrs. Katheryn C. Brisson, Toll Night Operator for the New Eng- land Telephone and Telegraph Com- pany at Fitchburg, Mass. Ida M. Blanchard, Agent and Night Operator for the Northern New York Telephone Company at Natural Bridge, New York. Mrs. Aileen Catherine Smith, Man- ager for the Cincinnati and Suburban Bell Telephone Company, New Rich- mond, Ohio. Trygve Jorgensen, Foreman for the New York Telephone Company, Brook- ‘yn, New York. Lloyd M. Atkins, Combination Man vor the Chesapeake and Potomac Tele- phone Company in Piedmont, West Vir- ginia. The act for which {h@gold medal was awarded to Miss Lennan consisted in operating the central office at Piedmont, West Virginia, in spite of flood waters that threatened to carry away the building and in face of direct instrue- tions issued by her superiors that she quit the building. To reach the central office, Miss Len- nan was forced to cross the bridge that separates Westernport, Maryland, where e lives, from Piedmont at the risk of Gold and Silver Vail Medal Awards for Bravery Announced. Employees of Bell Telephone System Honored for Con- spicuous Acts of Courage Involving “Note- worthy Public Service.” ANNA LEONELDA LENNAN Westernport, Md. her life. At 6.30 A. M., when she made the crossing, the water was already ankle deep, and the spectators who lined the banks, watching her, were momen- tarily expecting the bridge to be ear- ried away by the torrents of water rushing over it and by the debris that had been carried down the river and jammed at the bridge. She reached the central office and re- mained on duty from 6.30 A. M. untik 11 P. M.,, realizing the importance of telephone communication at such a crisis and especially in the event of fire,. which was likely because many of the buildings were torn off at the founda- tion by the force of the waters and washed away. Again on May 12, 1924, Miss Lennan proved her mettle by once more remain- ing at her post at the switchboard and operating the central office under flood conditions similar to what had occurred shortly before. Hubert Harris, of The Bell Telephone: Company of Pennsylvania, was awarded a silver medal and $250.00 for ‘‘note- worthy public service’’ when on August: 7, 1924, he put out a fire on a central- office pole in Downingtown that would have seriously interfered with telephone service had it not been for his prompt action. ‘When the local fire companies reached the burning pole, arcing flames of the burning wires, as well as the presence on the pole of electric light wires, con- stituted a hazard that they were not prepared to combat, having no protee- tive rubber clothing in their equipment. Harris was working a short distance away and, noticing the flames, ran to the pole and found the Fire Chief had ; refused to allow his men to ascend. Donning his own rubber clothing, he climbed the pole and attacked the fire with a hand extinguisher. With the aid of a second extinguisher sent up to him he was able to put out the fire. Because of his prompt and heroic action, he pre- vented serious interruption to local tele- phone service in Downingtown and fa- cilitated the prompt restoration of the toll circuits routed through the town. NEW ADVERTISEMENTS. ARTER NOTICE.—Notice is hereby C given that an application will be made on Tuesday, the 29th day of December, 1925, to his Excellency, the Hon- orable Gifford Pinchot, Governor of the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, for letters patent to be granted to a proposed cor- poration under the name and style of the “MILLHEIM SPINNING MILL COMPA- NY.” That the proposed purpose of the said Corporation is the manufacture of Thrown Silk and other Textile work, and that the corporate office of the said Com- pany is at Millheim, Pennsylvania. ORVIS & ZERBY, » Solicitors. 70-47-3t HERIFEF'S SALE.—By virtue of a S writ of Fieri Facias issued out of the Court of Common Pleas of Centre county to me directed, will be ex- posed to public sale at the Court House, in the borough of Bellefonte on SATURDAY, DECEMBER 19th, 1925, the following real estate: All those two certain tracts of land, one thereof situate in the township of Worth, Centre county, Penna., beginning at a post along line of John Reese, thence by same North 12% degrees, West 108 perches to a ost on land of John Beckwith; thence orth 6714 degrees West+38 perches to ost on line of Budd & Ridgway; thence y same North 3414 degrees Rast 144 perches to stones on line of John Reese; thence by same South 32 degrees East 72 perches to the place of beginning. Con- taining 37 acres and 127 perches net. The other thereof situate in the town- ship of Taylor, county and State afore- said, beginning at a Post by Pine cormer of other lands of Budd & Ridgway; thence by same North 314 degrees West 37 perch- es to stones at public road ;thence North 415 degrees East 17.5 perches to a chest- nut, corner of lands of James McMonigal; ! thence by same North 45 degrees East 45.6 | perches to post corner of Budd & Ridg- _ way; thence by same North 38 degrees ' Bast 44 perches to post; thence by same ! North 6814 degrees East 28 perches to post, | corner of lands of Peter Kelley; thence by i same South 5414 degrees West 9.2 perches ‘to stones, corner of lands of John Reese; thence by same and other lands of Dennis Reese South 3414 degrees West 120 perches to post by hte the place of beginning. Sohimning acres and 133 perches more or less. Also, all those three certain messuages, tenements and tracts of land situate in the townships of Worth and Taylor, county of Centre and State of Penna., bounded and described as follows, to wit: The one thereof situate in Worth town- ship, beginning at a pine stump on line of John Reese; thence along said line South 4215 degrees West 116 perches to stones, corner of John Beckwith line; thence along said line South 74 degrees Bast 52 perches to white pine in line of Levi Reese; thence by said line West degrees Rast 72 perches to post; thence North 5414 degrees West 23 perches to corner; thence North 5615 degrees East 27 perches to post; thence North 36 degrees West 22 perches to waite pine stump, the place of begin- ning. Containing 27 acres and 3 perches. Another thereof, situate in Worth town- ship, beginning at a post line of lands of Perry Reese; thence along same North 20 degrees 20 minutes West 26 perches to post; thence along lands of John Reese South 58 degrees, 10 minutes West 64.4 perches; thence along same South 12 de- grees 21 minutes East 2 perches; thence along same South 57 degrees 10 minutes West 74 ReNihes to post; thence along lands of William Rhodes South 54 degrees and 10 minutes Bast 27.6 perches to post: | thence along same North 57 degrees and 10 minutes East 120.6 perches to the place of beginning. Containing 21 acres and 63 perches. And the other thereof situate in Taylor township beginning at a chestnut between lands of William Reese and William: Rhodes; thence South § degrees 45 minutes East along lands of William Reese 18 perches to post; thence along lands of C. Reese South 39 degrees 42 minutes West 66.6 perches to post; thence along land of John W. Bean estate North 55 degrees 18 minutes West 87.8 perches to post; thence along lands of William Rhodes North 34 degrees 42 minutes East 82.9 perches to chestnut the place of beginning. Contain- ing 39 acres and 75 perches, and known as the Rhodes Farm. Seized and taken in execution and to be sold as the property of Lemuel Reese. Sale to commence at 1:30 o'clock P. M. of said day. E. R. TAYLOR, Sheriff. Sheriff’s Office, Bellefonte, Pa., November 25th, 1925. 70-47-3¢ HERIFF'S SALE.—By virtue of a writ of Fieri Facias issued out of the Court of Common Pleas of Cen- tre county, to me directed, will be exposed to public sale at the Court House, in the borough of Bellefonte, on SATURDAY, DECEMBER 19th, 1925 the following real estate: All those three certain tracts of land sit- uate in Walker township, Centre county, Penns, bounded and described as follows; 0 wit: No. 1. Beginning at a stone corner along the line of the Central Railroad Company of Penna.; thence along land of J. G. Roy- er South 29 degrees Kast 101 rods to a stone corner; thence along land of same North 49 degrees East 814 rods to a chest-~ nut tree; thence along land of W. W. Ru- pert South 4514 degrees East 100 rods to stone corner; thence along land of Eman- uel Corman South 49 degrees West 97 rods to stone corner; thence along land of S. J. Clevenstine North 46 degrees West 279 rods to line of the Central Railroad Company of Penna.; thence along line of said Railroad in a Northeasterly direction 893% rods to the place of beginning. Containing about 883; acres be the same more or less. No. 2. Beginning at a Hickory, corner of land of W. W. Rupert and on line of lands of J. G. Royer; thence along lands of the said J. G. Royer and Samuel Decker North 49 degrees East about 40 rods to a stone corner; thence along land of George Durner South 45 degrees East 314 rods to a stone corner; thence South along land eof same North 49 degrees East 514 rods to a stone corner; thence along land of J. J. Stine South 4414 degrees East 71 rods to a stone corner; thence along land of J. H. Fulger and H. BE. Corman ‘South 30 degrees West 45% rods to stone corner; thence along land of W. W. Rupért North 45 de- grees West 9514 rods to the plage of be- ginning. Containing 2014 aeres be the same more or less. No. 3. Beginning at a chestnut tree cor- ner of tract No. 1 above deseribed, and on line of land of J. G. Royer; thence along land of said J. G. Royer North 49 degrees East about 41) rods to a hickory, corner of tract No. 2 above described; thence along tract No. 2 South 45 degrees East about 95% rods to line of land of H. E. Corman; thence along land of said H. HE. Corman South 30 degrees West about 41% rods to a stone corner of traet No. 1 above described; thence along said tract No. 1 above described North 4514 degrees West 100 rods to a chestnut, the place of begin- ning. Containing about 233, acres be the same more or less. Seized and taken in exeeution and to be sold as the property of W. W. Rupert of Walker township. Sale to commence at 1:30 o'clock in the the afternoon of said day. BE. R. TAYLOR, Sheriff. Sheriff's Office, Bellefonte, Pa., November 25th, 1925. 70-47-3%
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