“Bellefonte, Pa, March 25, 1927.
Cn T———
“IF.”
me
If you can keep your hair when all about
Are shearing theirs and wanting you to,
If you can hold your tongue when others
mock you,
But make allowance for their mocking, too;
If you can force your heart and nerve and
sinew
To keep your hair long, after theirs is gone
And hold en to it when there's nothing in
you
Except the will which says to you, “Hold
on.”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your
locks too
Or walk with “Sheiks” and not lose your
common sense; .
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt
you,
If woman dub you “freak” in self-defense;
If you can smile without a hat to fit you,
If you can sigh, but never shed a tear;—
Yours is the earth and everything that's in
it,
And—which is more—you will be a lady,
dear.
—Selected.
J—
FIRE.
Ducane, as the sound struck upon
his ear, started and stared about him
with a sudden confused alertness.
Lulled by the steady thud of the
_ mare's hoofs, by the droning mono-
tone of insect life that drummed in
the dry, pulsating air, by the brazen
heat in which, although the day was
young, the whole forest lay scorched
and parching, he had fallen as nearly
asleep as a man in the saddle may.
It came again— a succession of shrill :
yaps, a sharp howl. The track turn-
ed the shoulder of a great rock; be-
side it, caught in a thorn-bush a few
yards ahead, something white and
brown writhed and struggled, help-
lessly trapped and held in the needle-
like = spikes—a dog. Long-legged,
long-coated, not grown out of puppy-
hood, anything in the way of a cross
that had probably a preponderance of
spaniel in it.
All of which he saw in the act of
hastily dismounting and going down
on his knee. To break the thorns
away was not easy, but it was done
at the expense of a scratch or two
more or less ugly; he stood up with
the panting creature held under his
arm. How had it come there? His
eyes, as he asked himself the ques-
tion, glanced ahead. To the left ran
the forest road that was his own way;
to the right wound a track that was
not much more than a path. He nod-
ded toward it.
“The old Craven place,” he said
aloud. “That’s the nearest, and I did
hear the new folks were in a week
ago. Strayed from there, I reckon.
“That so, ye little fool 2”
The puppy responding, struggled up
and licked him in a lavish ectasy of
gratitude. Ducane’s handsome, lean,
tanned face, a face in which, despite
its habitual gravity, there still lurked
something boyish, relaxed into a
smile; he had a weakness for animals.
“Bit too used-up to run,” he solilo-
-quized aloud again. “Won’t hinder
“but an hour or so, and it’s pretty ear-
ly yet, thanks to me starting when I
«id. Reckon Ill be along soen as I
need be. Whew, but it’s hot!”
,. The mare turned into the track to
the right; once more the thud of ler
hoofs and the insect drone mingled
_drowsily. Little by little the way
: widened, the trees thinned, more and
more unbearably the furnace-like heat
beat down. Came presently a broad
. clearing, the cracked earth patched
with clumps of coarse, sun-scorched
shrub and grass. Beyond the road
flanking it, backed by a rocky timber-
crowned knoll, surrounded by a great
vard, showed the old Craven place, a
substantial white house with a deep
veranda running around it. A large
shirt-sleeved figure appeared from a
doorway.
“Your dog, I think,” he said ques:
tioningly. “Reckoned so, this being
the nearest place. Found him caught
good and tight in a thorn-bush way
back in the woods, and—"
He stopped. His one step back was
the mere involuntary recoil of the
muscles with which the conscious will
has nothing to do, was as little under
his control as his swift intake of
breath. As swiftly the hand that had
dropped to his hip pocket was flung
out empty. He looked at the revolver
that, a bare yard away, covered his
heart.
“I carry my gun mostly,” he said
levelly. “It happens not today.
You've got me, Dave.” 1
The other advanced half a pace.
‘1 “When you an’ me parted,” he said
with grim slowness, “I told you you'd
best be spry over pulling on me if you
.eame in my way again, for I'd plug
you on sight, sure as my name was
Dave Hallard, if it was ten years. If
you kept out of it that long, well and
good. Ten years! I miss my guess,
Jim: Ducane, if it’s more than five.”
“It’s five years all but a month--I
remember welt as you do. You call-
. ed me a good few things that day, but
. skunk wasn’t one. Fm not squealing
any more than you would if it had
been me that’d caught you out. That's
«enough! Shoot quick and shoot clean
and get it over,” said Dueane dogged-
y-
“What’s waited for five years,” he
said with the same deliberation, “can
wait another five minutes. I've no
call to give you a chance, but plug-
ging a man that I know can’t shoot
back is what I’ve never done yet, and
risking my neck in the rope is what
I don’t fancy doing either, for you or
any one.”
He turned back to the open door,
under the veranda. Ducane followed
his towering, massive figure into a
bare room that, after the burning
glare of the yard, was pleasantly cool.
A bureau stood in one corner. He
erossed it, took something from a
drawer and threw -it down upon the
table—a pack of cards. Once more,
across them, the blue and gray eyes
met with the cold light flash of steel.
Hallard gave a nod.
“Draw poker,” he said slowly. “You
an’ me was pretty good and pretty
even at it five years ago.”
It was a grim business, this game,
the loser of which was to be his own
executioner. And Ducane lost! “I'll
just leave a note to show you own my
mare. I may save you trouble,” he
said.
“That’s so. There’s pens and paper
over there,” returned Hallard laconi-
cally.
Ducane turned to the indicated table
against the wall. Hallard was stand-
ing when he turned about again, and
the revolver lay beside the neatly
stacked cards. He nodded toward it.
He slipped the weapon into his hip
pocket.
Through the torrid heat of the
parching forest, the hotter for the
spinging up of a wind whose gusts
were like the breath of an oven, Du-
cane, as the sun blazed fiercely toward
its setting, came riding slowly.
“I’m mightly glad,” he said fervent-
ly aloud—“mighty glad that I never
said anything—not to count—to that
little girl!”
His stop, his sudden drag upon the
reins, as he turned his head, were as
entirely beyond control as his move-
ment of recoil had been when, a bare
vard away, Hallard’s revolver had
covered his heart. In the gust of hot
wind that smote across his cheek
there was something more than mere
heat—something acrid, piercing, pua-
gent—the scent and savor of burning.
{ Fire!
From a side track just ahead came
! a sudden thud of rapid hoofs, and a
riderless pony, scared and wild-eyed.
dashed out of the chaparral, swerved
from his clutch at the flying bridle
and tore headlong by riderless. And
the saddle was a side saddle.
“My God; A woman!” cried Ducane.
Almost as swift in movement as in
| thought, Ducane, his panic forgotten,
plunged into the track. It wound tor-
tuously, dwindled, widened. He paus-
ed to shout and listen, to peer about
him. It wound again; he came out
upon a broader track running left and
right, and swung out of the saddle be-
fore the figure that, cowering against
a great boulder, sprang up with a ery,
and rushed to and clutched him.
He looked at her; in the clasp of his
arm her small, slender body seemed
hardly more than a child’s.
“Tll get you through,” he said cheer-
fully. “Don’t be afraid of that. The
fire’s way off yet, and it’s not so far.”
She nodded, slipping a hand to his
shoulder and holding it. He turned
the mare’s head, with voice and knee
urged her to the best pace that might
be.
The underbrush blazed, driving be-
fore it spark-spangled volumes of
smoke. Ducane flung himself out of
the saddle.
“She can’t do it,” he said hoarsely.
“Not with both of us. She’ll go till
she drops, breaks her heart, but she’s
done thirty miles already since morn-
ing. If I shorten the stirrup this side
you can manage to hold on if I lead
her and run by you?”
She nodded again, easily it seemed,
accepting the lie. The lie, for he
guessed that the track when reached
might prove impassable. As it did—
halfway through its windings smoke
and flame drove them back. A great
branch, dead and rotten, caught by
the fire, crashed down blazing as they
turned, and, barely missing the girl,
with clothes smoldering and blood
trickling from a cut on his head. Back
on the wide track he found himself
reeling sickly and stopped, meeting
the dilated eyes that shone black in
the pallor of the small face that was
like a child’s under the short, loose
toss of hair. :
“That hasn’t made me feel any too
good,” he said: thickly. “If I drop
presently, you go on.”
They went on. Ducane, running
with violently pumping heart, burst-
ing lungs and dizzily swimming head,
kept on his feet only by sheer force
of will.
“Go on! Go on!
That’s the rock—-"
“1 can’t—1I can’t!” She had scream-
ed znd slipped from the saddle—the
mare stood with hanging head and
spread forefeet, but true to her train-
ing, still. “I can’t—I won't! How'd
I bear to live if I left you, when I’d be
dead now, suffocated first and burnt
up after, if you hadn’t come?”
“Look?” He was on his feet, hold-
ing to the mare’s shoulder and her
arm. She pulled away and threw up
her hands.
“Yes—look, look. At the smoke.
It’s blowing back! Back! and the fire
—the fire! Blowing away from us.
The wind—the wind’s changed! We're
through—we’re through!” she cried
hysterically.
He began to laugh weakly.
Hallard, turning a corner of the old
Craven house, checked to stare
astoundedly at the figures that passed
through the open gate into the yard.
Ducane, stumbling from the saddle
with the girl’s body in his arms, lurch-
ed forward a few paces dazedly. To
him the other loomed gigantic in a
mist of smoke and flame.
“Don’t move—it’s best not. I guess
you've been asleep—I was getting
‘most frightened, it semed so long.
Your head’s been bathed and strapped
it won’t be so very bad. Does it hurt
much?” she asked anxiously.
“My head? No—aio.” He stared
at her, realizing, remembering. “You
You've got to.
didn’t get hurt? Did you? Were
you?”
“Me? Not a mite.” She laughed
softly; her little face under its shining
toss of hair was pink and sweet and
charming as a flower.
“No, I wasn’t hurt any. And the
mare won’t be a mite the worse, eith-
er, Uncle Dave says. He just went
out to look at her again »
“Uncle?” Ducane struggled up.
“You don’t say you're his niece—Dave
Hallard’s—you——17%"
“Sure, I am,” she nodded. “He said
he knows you. Didn’t he ever say he
had one? My mother was his sister
—that’s how I'm Lily Trevor, not Hal-
”
Rappaned along
didn’t get hurt.
“I'm mighty glad 1
in time and that you
sent Ducane half stunned to his knees,
I'll be going now,” said Ducane quiet-
ly.
YiGoing 2” She came quickly in his
way as he stood up. “Why, you can’t!
You've got to stay the
said so to Uncle Dave.
isn’t fit—"
“] don’t need the mare,
night.”
“And you're not fit, either!”
Good
his extended hand.
door close behind him, his eyes and
Ducane’s met with no more expres-
sion than they had shown some ten
hours before.
“Jf Mr. Ducane’s got an appoint-
he drawled stolidly. ‘Said you wanted
to go look at the mare now she’s bed-
ded down, didn’t you, honey? Best
go now, before it gets darker.”
“Yes, I sure do.” He had
looked from one to the other with her
forehead puckered perplexedly. “But,
Uncle Dave, tell him he just can’t go.
And—and—say, you haven’t said as
much as a ‘thank you’ to him for get-
ed Hallard.
he drawled again. Ducane, straight-
ening, turned upon him.
“Im keeping it,” he retorted brus-
quely.
Hallard waved a huge hand.
monstratingly, “I opinion that there
The boy that was the spunkiest little
cuss in Texas before he was 12 ain’t
going to pan out any different when
‘he’s six an’ twenty. Speaking o’ that,
and the little game o’ cards, I was go-
ing to offer the idea that we might
agrees to take the last hand as a sort
of a kind of draw, so to speak.”
“Reckon we might,” Ducane
slowly. “If you say so, Dave.”
Hallard nodded. Absent-mindedly,
it seemed, he held out his left hand.
Ducane placed the revolver in it. Hal-
lard laid it on the table. With the
same air of detached abstraction he
held out his right hand—both winced
under the force of a grip equally
crushing. Lily spoke from outside the
door.
“You coming, Mr. Ducane?” she
called Ducane, turning toward it, turn-
ed back.
“] want to say,” he said a trifle
huskily, “that if five years ago there
was a quarrel because a young fool
that reckoned he was almighty smart
riled up a man he thought as much of,
with reason, as if he’d been his own
father, he could have kicked himself
five minutes after, and would have felt
the same if things hadn’t gone the
way they did go. And that he’s only
been sorry once, and that’s all the
time. If I'd carried my gun this
morning and been quicker pulling it
than you, I’d likely have put another
bullet through myself before now, and
been glad to do it.”
Hallard stared at the window.
“Supposing,” he said reflectively—
“supposing there had been such as
vou mention, because through getting
struck foolish over a widder that
shook him after, thanks be, and I have
heard makes her second venture hus-
tle around mightly liveyl!—supposing,
on account o’ that, a 200-pound man
lo’ 52 didn’t know any better than to
get rigging himself up in a jay-blue
suit an’ a pink shirt an’ yaller shoes
| and a boy that was all the son he'd
ever had or wanted laughed fit to kill
"and reckoned he took himself for a
‘cross between a Broadway dude an’ a
fancy pollparrot, seems to me his
rarin’ up an’ cussin’ and spitting like
|a tarnation wildcat made him the big-
gest fool o’ the two. By several
‘miles! Supposing it was so.” He
{ rumbled.
| “Pm quitting my job right now,”
said Ducane.
“That’s talking!” approved Hallard.
He glanced at the door; his voice drop-
ped to a tone mysteriously confiden-
tial. “Before the little lady gets im-
| patient out there— this morning, if
1 don’t deceive myself, you mentioned
! some remarks respecting a girl. Don’t
know whether you’re what you would
, call badly stuck, or what she could
"consider committed, but if not, you
lan’ me bein’ what you might call
‘friendly an’ pardners——?” He lifted
an eyebrow. “If not, seems to me if
i I was you, and had eyes in my head ?”
He lifted the other eyebrow. Du-
‘cane, at the door, glanced over his
shoulder. A smile slid to the grave
corners of his mouth. f
“She’s the girl,” he said simply.
“Reckon,” Hallard remarked pen-
sively, and chuckled again—‘“reckon
if that spunky, God a’ mighty-proud,
flare-up cuss had found I'd shook the
cartridges outen the gun before I
handed it over, so it couldn’t unhurt
"a 6 months’ tabby ’thout he’d tried to
swaller it ,he’d have allowed I'd got
back on him tolerable neat for that
time he guyed me. Yes, I reckon he
would, sure!”—By C. C. Andrews.
amd em——
said
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“They tell me your wife has gone
into politics.”
“Well, she always was the speaker
of the house.”—Selected.
——The Watchman publishes news
when it is news. it.
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night over—I |
And the mare was a guest of Mrs.
She had turned toward the opening | 5
door and Hallard’s massive entering
figure. Over her head, as he let the to conference in Lock Haven,
ment I reckon he’s going to keep it,”
to the bureau against the wall; she e
|
ting me through that awful fire yet!” |
“Reckon if you've done it he don’t and Miss Mazie Foster and her broth-
want to hear me do it none,” return- | er, of Aaronsburg,
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CENTRE HALL.
Mrs. John Tressler is a patient in
the Centre County hospital.
Mrs. J. C. Harper, of Bellefonte,
last week.
Mrs. Susan Lutz visited her sister,
Mrs. Ella Pringle, at Lock Haven last
{ , She week. While there she attended the
shook her head impatiently, refusing ' sessions of conference.
T. L. Moore home,
Mrs. Virginia Geiss Miller, of Phila-
delphia, spent a few hours with friends
here recently. She and several com- hut on
panions were traveling by automobile,
making the trip and return in one day. |
Rev. E. E. Hazen and family, of
Spring Mills, drove to Williamsport |
on Monday of last week. Mrs. Hazen
| and daughters spent the week with
crossed | her parents, while Rev. Hazen return- |
d to Lock Haven where he attended
the annual M. E. conference.
George Emerick Lycoming streets,
J. F. Moore and three companions 'ship of Curtin aforesaid,
pent Monday night of last week at described as follows,
on their way '
prm—
to the South Bank of Beech Creek;
thence by the several courses and dis-
tances along the South side of Beech
Creek, to the place of beginning, Con-
taining 8 acres more Or less. 3
EXCEPTING AND RESERVING
therefrom six lots situate on Clinton and
thereon erected 6 single
\ 2-story houses, with slate roofs; being the
| same lots which J. Ellis Harvey et ux
S. M. Smith by Deed of In-
‘ denture dated November 24, 1913, and re-
! corded in Centre County in Deed Book
116, page 619.
| “7th. All that messuage or lot of land
| situate in the Town of Orviston, Town=
bounded and
to wit:
Beginning at a post on the South Bank
Hayes Run, thence uth 27 degrees
west 230 feet, thence South 63 degrees
East 100 feet along the public road lead-
ring from Orviston to onument, thence
North 27 degrees East 200 feet to a chest-
the Bank of Hayes Run, thence
orth 49 degrees and 30 minutes West
103 feet to the place of beginning; thereon
erected a brick Bungalow, now used and
occupied by the Superintendent of the
Centre Brick and Clay Company.
sth. All the messuage or lot of land
situate in the Township of Curtin, Coun-
, ty of Centre and ‘being all that portion
(of a tract of land surveyed in the war-
{ rantee name of Rebecca Kelso lying and
being within the county of Centre, and
being all that portion of said warantee
| tract lying West of the Clinton County
s = line.
Miss Cora Homan returned home | “gth All those three separate messu-
from Baltimore recently. She was ac-
companied by her brother, Warren Ho-
man, who went down for her.
' ages, tenements and parcels of land and
| interest therein described as follows:
(a) One thereof, in the Township of
| Gallagher, County of Clinton, and State
Miss Grace Smith, Mrs. C. A. Smith | of Pennsylvania, lying on the West side
meer fp -peeeemeeee.
— Most hopeful of all the present
"signs on the world’s herizon is the
| amazing increase of public interest
“Me having raised you,” he said re- + 1n
the Bible.
Volumes about the Bible like-
Most
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the plan being that the Book of Luke
be read, a chapter a day, during Jan-
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February.
A Winner.
“What do you mean by selling me
such a bird?” asked the irate custom-
er.
“Why, was there anything wrong?”
“Wrong! It wasn’t good at alll”
“Well, it ought to have been. It
won first prize in the poultry show 11
years in succession!”-—The Progres-
sive Grocer.
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NOTICE OF RECEIVERS’ SALE.
Notice is hereby given that the under-
signed, appointed by the Federal District
Court in and for the Middle District of
Pennsylvania, Receivers of the Central
Refractories Company, by virtue of a de-
cree of said Court, will expose to public
sale or outcry at Orviston, Centre Coun-
ty, Pa., on Saturday, April the 9th, 1927,
at ten A. M., all the real estate of the
said Central Refractories Company situ-
ated in the Counties of Centre, Clinton
and Lycoming Counties, together with
the Company's Brick Plant, Office, Sheds,
Kilns, Dwelling Houses, Railroad Sidings,
Pging known as the Centre Brick & Clay
ant.
ALSO the interests of the defendant
Company in and to a Term of Lateral
Railroad connecting the plant aforesaid
with the Company's clay and coal mines.
ALSO a certain additional piece of
land, thereon erected six of the kilns and
dwelling houses.
AND ALSO all the stock of Brick,
Tools, Horses, Supplies ,and all other
tangible personal assets belonging to the
said defendant Company.
The real estate being more particular-
ly described as follows, to wit: :
All the following messuages and pieces
of ground situate in the State of Penn-
yivania, bounded and described as fol-
OWS:
1st. All that piece of land situate in
the Township of Curtin, County of Cen-
tre, and State of Pennsylvania, bounded
and described as follows, to-wit:
Beginning at a point on division line
between the lands in the warantee name
of Robert Gray and John McCauley, and
1782 feet Northeast from the common
corner of said Robert Gray, William Gray
and John McCaulay tracts, thence along
said division line between the Robert
Gray and John MecCaulay North 57 de-
grees 45 minutes East 1452 feet to a post,
thence North 28 degrees east 693 feet to
the place of beginning. Containing 23.25
acres; and being part of the Robert Gray
tract of land; thereon erected the Main
Plant, office, blacksmith shop, kilns, and
some of the tenement houses of the
Centre Brick and Clay Company.
2nd. All that lot of land situate in
Curtin Township aforesaid, beginning at
a point 160 perches West of the North-
east corner of the Jesse Brooks survey;
thence South 230 perches to a post,
thence West 320 perches to a post, thence
North 230 perches to a post, thence East
320 perches to the place of beginning,
Containing 460 acres; and being part of
the Rebecca Kelso tract of land.
3rd. All that tract of land situate in
the Township of Curtin aforesaid, be-
ginning at a stone pile near the North
Bank of the Three Rock Run, being the
officail corner of three tracts of land,
namely the William Gilbert, the Susanna
Hahn and William Gray, thence North 27
degrees West 320 perches to stones,
thence South 63 degrees and 30 minutes
West 220 perches to stones, thence South
27 degrees East 322 perches to stones,
thence North 63 degrees East 220 perches
to stone, the place of beginning, Con-
taining 440 aeres; and being that tract of
land surveyed in the warantee name of
William Gilbert.
4th. All that certain tract of land situ-
ate in the Township of Curtin aforesaid,
containing 175 acres; and being the
Southern half of a tract of land survey-
ed in the warantee name of Jonathan
Willing.
5th. All that let of ground situate in
the Township of Curtin aforesaid, bound-
ed and described as follows, to wit:
Beginning at a post on the North side
of the right of way of the New York
Central Railroad at the intersection of the
said right of way with the property line
of the Centre Brick and Clay Company,
thence by said right of way South 67 de-
grees 30 minutes Bast 200 feet, thence
North 57 degrees 45 minutes East 265 feet
to the South Bank of Beech Creek, thence
by said Beech Creek in a Westerly di-
rection about 250 feet to the line of the
said Centre Brick and Clay Company
South 57 degrees and 45 minutes West
365 feet to the place of beginning, Con-
taining 13 acres more or less; and being
part of a certain piece of land containing
8 acres more or less, of which the above
described part is the nearest to and im-
mediately adjacent to the main manu-
facturing plant of the Centre Brick and
Clay Company.
6th. All that lot of ground situate in
the Town of Orviston, Township of Curtin
aforesaid, bounded and described as fol-
ows:
Beginning at a post on the South Bank
of Beech Creek, thence by property line
of the Centre Brick and Clay Company
South 57 degrees 45 minutes East 365
feet to post on right of way by the fol-
lowing courses and distances; South 67
degrees 30 minutes East 400 feet; South
56 degrees 15 minutes Kast 500 feet;
South 48 degrees East 720 feet; South 22
degrees 30 minutes East 1100
stone; thence North 69 degrees, thence
by.land of the Hayes Run Fire Brick
Company North 69 degrees East 100 feet
feet to a:
of the
Jersey Shore and Coudersport
i Turnpike,
beginning at the Northeast
¢ made a trip to corner of the Robert Morris warrant No.
« : : . | Lewistown, on Tuesday of last week |
“Speaking o’ that appointment—" in the Foster car.
4046 on the said old Turnpike; thence
West along the line between said war-
{rant and the lands of Fredericks, to a
| line marker by the Tanning Company for
{ hemlock bark and wide enough along the
More markedly than 1
‘ever, the Book is the day’s “best sel- |
don’t appear much call for that remark. | ler.
‘wise have a tremendous vogue.
said Jersey Shore and Coudersport Turn-
pike to make fifty acres with lines par-
allel to and with the said Fredericks line.
Containing 50 acres be the same more or
ess.
(b) All the minerals, coal, oil, ore, gas
and fire brick clay on all those portions
of two tracts of land situate in Gallagher
Township, County of Clinton and State
of Pennsylvania, surveyed in the war-
ntee name of Robert Morris, No. 4046 and
of Robert Morris No. 4058, said two pieces
of land containing an aggregate of 819%
acres.
(¢) The third purpart being a certain
massuage or tract of land situate in the
Township of Cummings, County of Ly-
goming, bounded and described as fol-
ows:
Beginning at a stone the Southwest
corner, thence by tract No. 4025 survey-
i ed in the warrantee name of John Nichol-
son, North 46 degrees East 118.8 perches
to a hemlock, thence by warrant No.
4025 North 46 degrees East 118.8 perches
to a hemlock, thence by warrant No.
4025 and by the William Morris South 46
degrees East 40 perches to hemlock,
thence by land formerly of Samuel Sinck
South 46 degrees West 116 perches to
stone; thence by the Jersey Shore and
Coudersport Turnpike in said place the
division line between the Counties of
Clinton and Lycoming North 50 degrees
West 40 perches to the place of begin-
ning, Containing 29 acres and 56 perches,
be the same more or less, and being the
Northeast end of the tract in the war-
rantee name of Robert Morris No. 4046,
and immediately adjacent to the purpart
described in (a) and (b) of this item.
TERMS OF SALE AS DIRECTED BY
THE COURT being as follows:
Ten per cent. of the purchase price on
the day of sale. The remainder of one-
third of the said purchase price on con-
firmation by the District Court of the
sale or sales. The remaining two-thirds
to be secured by two bonds, one-third
payable in one year with interest, and
the remaining third payable in two years
with interest; said bonds to be secured
by a mortgage upon the premises. The
personal property if sold separately from
the real estate to be paid for in cash.
0. S. KELSEY,
W. D. ZERBY,
2-8-6t Federal Receivers.
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