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THE CITIZEN, TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 2, 1913.
A Man MtieOpeB
On the Labrador.
Dictated bv Mr. Jesse Bmith.
Don't you write anything down yet,
iiiin T nln't nn rt tr
If I wrote this yarn myself, I'd make
4 nnnri nnri vnil fwiwt Hn t - tin A nwa
out, teeth hare, fur crawling with emo
tions. It wouldn't bo dull, no, or evl-
But then It's to pleaso you, and
that's what I'm for.
So I proceeds to stroke the fur
ti r tun amim n ri rii tr n oArr nr
truthfulness steals over mo. Qoln' to
do aun, 100.
No, I dunno how to begin. If this
yarn was a rope, 1 a .0011 11 aown do
foro I began to pay out You lays the
end, so, and flemish down, ring by ring
.,., 11 KlrV.t nninnth .fir, ,1
lyncning onco to ao just mat, ana ro
llovo tho patient's mind. It all went
off so well!
When wo kids were good, mother
sho used to own we came of pedigree
biocic: nut wnen wo re naa. seumu wo
iook aiier jamor. xou see moiners
folk was tho elect, sort of born saved.
They allowed thero'd bo room In
Heaven for one hundred and forty-four
thousand just persons, mostly from
sorting the neighbors, they'd get ex
clusive. Anyway, mother's folk as a tribe. Is
millionaires In grace and pretty well
fixed in Nova Scotia. Then she's found
UUU DCUlUll UlUlilUU illUUUb tllU ,l.tll O.
Her name's scratched out of the fam
ily Bible, with a strong hint to tho
Lord to scratch her entry from tho
T i. a t if- rtl i i nn
man, before tho mast, a Liveyero from
tho Labrador, a man without a dollar,
suspected of being Enlsconallan.'
In them days the Labrador ain't
laid out exactly to suit mother. She's
used to luxury coal In the lean-to.
uarxer store rouna iuo corner, mans.
church, school, and a Jail right handy,
of their Just deserts. But In our timo
tho Labrador was just God's country,
all rocks, ice, and sea, to put the fear
Into proud hearts no need of teach
ers. It kills off tho weaklings no
need of doctors. A school to raise
men no need of preachers. Tho law
was "work or starve" no place for
lawyers. It's police, and court, and,
hangman all complete, firo and ball.
annnr on1 tto twr-a r n l elni1 m fSi 1-
filling His word.
Father's homo was an overturned
schooner, turfed in, and he was surely
proud of having a bigger place than,
any other Liveyero on tho coast. There
was the hold overhead for stowing
winter fish, and room down-stairs for
tho family, the team of seven husky
doge, and even a cord or two of fire
wood. Wo kids used to play at New
f'nlanders up in tho hold, when tho
Winter storms were tearing tho tops
1 1. 1. 1 1 T .1 11. n t-1 ,1 11
howled bluo shrieks outside. Tho hus
kies makes wolf songs all about tho
fowness of fish, and we'd hear mother
give father a pieco of her mind. That's
about tho first I remember, but -all
what mother thought about poor fa
ther took years and years to say.
I used to bo kind of sorry for father.
Tou see ho worked tho bones through
his hide, furring all winter and fish
ing summers, and what ho earned he'd
got In truck from tho company. All
us Livoyeres owed to tho, Hudson Bay,
but father worked hardest and ho
owed most, hundreds and hundreds of
skins. Tho company trusted him.
more trusted than ho was, with moth
er to feed, and six kids, besides seven
huskies, and father's aunt, Thessn-
lnnllrn. n. widow with fnur chllrlrnn
and a tumor, living down to Last
Hopo beyond tho Hocks.
Thero was secrets about father, and
If mother ovor) found outl You see,
he looked like a whlto man, curly
yallor hair same as me, and he was
fearful strong. But in his Insido
dont over telll ho was partly small
boy some's me, and tho other holt of
him don't over' let onl was moun
taineer Injun. I ooea his thrco broth
ers, tho finest fotlors yon over yes,
Scotch half-breeds and mother never
That's mo on father's knee, with
my noso in his buckskin shirt, and
oven to this day the wood smoke In
camp brings back tho wuff, whereas
summers his boots smelt fishy, what
happened first or afterwards Is all,
mixed up, but there's tho emoKo emeu,
and sister Magglo lying In tho bunk.
all whlto and froze.
There's fish smell, and Polly who
used to wallop me with a slipper,
lying whlto and froze. And yet I'
ioww sue oouvam. gut uv&u iu sum
mer. Then thero'B emobo smell, and We
Tommy, bigger nor father, throwing
up blood. I said he'd catch It from
mother tor messing Jho. floor, but
father just hugged mo, telling ma to
Shut up. I axed him, if Tommy was
KOlng to get froze, too. Then father
told mo that Tommy was going away
Ut where tho milk came out of a cow.
You Just shovo tho can opener Into
the cow so and tho milk pours out,
wholo candy palte of milk. And tbero&
vegl tables, which is green things to
eat. First time you swell up and
pretty nigh bust, but you 6oon get
used to greens. Tommy is going to
Clvlll Zatlon. It's months and months
off, and when you get there, the
people is so awful mean they'd let a
stranger starve to death without so
much a2 "Come in." Tho men wear
pants right down to thelr and
as to the women
Mother comes in and looks-at father,
so ho forgets to Bay about tho women
at Clvlll Zatlon, but other times he'd
tell, oh. lots of stories. Ho said it
was worse for the likes of us than
I reckon Tommy died, and Joan, too,
and mother would got gaunt and dry,
rocking herself. "'Tho Lord gave,'"
she'd say, "'and the Lord hath taken
away; blessed bo the name of tho
Thero was 'only Pete and mo left,
and father wagging his pipe ncrost tho
stovo at motlier. They'll die, ma'am,'
I heard him say, and sho Just sniffed.
"If I hadn't taken 'em out doors they'd
be dead now, ma'am."
Sho called him an Injun. Sho called
him I dunno what sho didn't call him.
I'd been asleep, and when I woke up
she was cooking breakfast while she
called him a lot moro thlng3 she must
have forgot to say. But ho carried
mo in his arms out through the little
low door, and it was stabbing cold
with a blaze of northern lights.
He tucked mo up warm on tho ko
matlk, he hitched up the huskies, and
mushed, way up tho tickle, and
through tho soft bUBh snow, and at
sunup wo made his winter tilt on Torn
gak Creek. Wo put In the winter
there, furring, and every time ho
came homo from tho round of traps,
ho'd sell me an the pelts. I was sure
ly proud when ho took mo hunting fur
and partridges. I was with him to
tho fishing, in tho fall we'd hunt, att
winter we'd trap till It was time for
the sealing, and only two or thrco
times in a year wod bo back to
Then I'd see Pete, too, who'd got
pink, with a spitting cough. Ho want
ed to play with me, but I wouldn't, I
Just couldn't I hated to bo anywheres
"Didn't I tell year father would
point at Peto coughing. "Didn't I
But mother sot her mouth in a thba
"Pete," said sho, "is saved."
Next time we come mother was all
"The Lord gave," she says "'and
tho Lord hath taken away; blessed
be the name of tho Lord',' but It's get
ting kind of monotonous."
Sho hndnt much to say then, sho
didn't Doom to care, but was Just
There Was Father's Hand Stlcklno
numb. Ho wrapped her up warm on
tho komatlk, with just a sack of
clothes, her Bible, and the album of
photos from Nora Scotia, yes, and tho
china dogs oho carried In her arms.
Father broke tho trail ahead, I took
tho goo polo, and when day cam a, we
xnado tho winter tOt Thero mother
kep' houso Just as sho would at homo,
so clean wo waa almost scared to step
It woe along In March or maybo
April that father was away tn coarse
weather, making tho round of his
traps. Ho didn't oomo back. Thero'd
been a blizzard, a wolf-howling hurri
cane, blowing out a lane of bare,
ground round tho bock of tho cabln
while tho big drift piled higher and.
packed harder, until tho comb of It,
grow out above our roof like a. seat
breaker, froeo so you could walk on
tho overhang. And just between dork,
and dacklsh father's bosky team camet
back without htm.
I dont reckon X waa moron ten or
eleven years old, bat you see, thlcj
Labrador Is kind of serious with a
nnd makes even kids act respon
nlble. Go easy, and there's famlno,
freezing, blackleg, all sorts of rea
sons against laziness. It sort of edu
cates. Mother was worse than silent. Thero
was something about her that scared
me more than anything outdoors. In
tho morning her eye kep' following mo
as if to say, "Go find your father."
Surely it was up to me, and if I
wasn't big enough to drive tho huskies
or pock father's gun, I thought I could
manage afoot to tote his four-pound
ax. She beckoned me to her and
kissed me Just onco In ten years, and
I was quick through the door, out of
reach, lest she should see mo mighty
It was all very well showing off
bravo before mother, but when I got
outside, any excuse would have been
enough for going back. I wished I'd
left the matches behind, but I hadn't
I wished tho snow would be too soft
but It was hard as sand. I wished'. I
wasn't a coward, and the bush didn't
look so wolfy, and what If I met up
with the Eskimo devil! Oh, I was
sunfty tho scaredest 111' boy, and dead
certain I'd get lost Then I went on
because I was going, and thero was fa
ther's trail blazed on past Bake-applo
Marsh. The way was as .plain as
streets, and tho sun shining warm as
he looked over into tho valley.
Then I saw a man's mitt, an old
buckskin mitt sticking up out of tho
snow. Father had .dropped his mitt
and without that his hand would bo
froze. When I found him, how glad
ho'd be to get Itl
But when I tried to pick it up, it
was heavy. Then it came away,' and
thero was father's hand sticking up.
It was dead.
Of course I know I'd ought to tmvo
dug down through tho snow, but I
didn't I ran for all I was worth.
Then I got out of breath and come
It wasn't for lovo of father. No. I
hated to touch that hand, and when I
did I was sick. Still that was better
than being scared to touch. It's not
so bad when you dare.
I dug, with a snow-shoe for a shovel,
There was tho buckskin shirt smelling
good, and the long fringes I'd used
to tickle his noso with then I found
his face. I just couldn't bear that but
turned my back and dug until I camo
to tho great big, number-four trap ho
used for wolf and beaver. Ho must
have stepped without seeing it under
tho snow, and it broko his leg. Then
he'd tried to drag himself back homo,
It was when I stood up to get
breath and, cool off that I first seen tho
won, seiung peacerui, waggm' nis iau
First I thought he was one of our
own huskies, but when ho didn't know
his name I saw for sure ho must bo
the wolf who lived up Two Mile Crick,
He'd got poor inspecting father's bus!
ness Instead of minding his own.
That's why he was called the Inspec
tor. It was March, too, tho moon of
famine. Of course I threw my ax
and missed. His hungry smile's still
thar behind a bush, and mo wonder
ing whether his business is with mo
or father. That's why I stepped on
the snow-shoes, and went right past
where ho was, not daring to get my
ax. Yes, it was mo ho wanted to see
first, but of course I wasnt going to
encourage any animal into thinking
he'd scared a man. Why, he'd scarco
have let father even seo his tracks for
fear they'd bo trapped or shot So
walked slow and proud, leadln' him
off from father at least I played that,
wishing all tho timo that mother's 111'
boy was to home. After a while
grabbed down a lopped stick where
father'd blazed, not as fierce as an
ax, but enough to make mo more or
Tho Inspector was bigger than mo,
stronger 'n any man, swifter 'n any
horse. I tell yer the maned whlto wolf
is wlser'n most people, and but for
eating his cubs, he's nature's gentle
Tho trouble was not him hunting,
but mo scared. Why, If ho'd wanted
mo, ono flash, one bite, and I'm break
fast It was just curiosity mado him
so close behind like a stealthy ghost
Whon I'd turn to show fight, ho'd seem
to apologize, and then I'd go on whis
tling a hymn.
Thar ho was cached right ahead in
tho deadfall, for a front vlow, if I'd
known. But I thrashed with my stick
in a panic, hitting his snout, so ho
yelped. Then ho lost his temper. Ho'd
a "sorry, but-buslness-ls-busincss" ex
pression on him. I ran at him, tripped
'on a stump, let out a yell, and ho lep'
straight at my throat
And in tho middle of that came a
gunshot, a bullet grazed my arm, and
went on whining. Another shot, and
the Inspector ran. Thon I was rub
bing whar tho bullet hurt, sort of
sulky, too, with a grlevanco, when I
was suddenly grabbed and nigh smoth
ered in mother s arms. She'd come
1th tho team of huskies followin' me;
she'd been gunning, too, and I suro
had a mighty close call.
Sho'd no tears left for father, so
when I got through Bobbin' wo went
to the body, and loaded It in tho ko
matlk for home. Thar's things I don't
liko to tell you.
It wasnt a nice trip exactly, with
tho Inspector superintending around.
When wo got back to the tilt, wo
daresnt tako out tho huskies, or un
load, or oven stop for grub. Wo had
to drivo straight on, mother and mo,
down tho tickle, past our old empty
home, thon up tho Bacallou all night
The sun was just clear of the lea
when wo mado tho Poet, and wo saw
a little ball jerk up tho flag halyards.
then break to a great red flag with
the letters H. B. C It means Hera
Tho air was full of a big noise, Ilka
tho skirl of sea-gulls screaming In a
galo, and thero was Mr. McTavlsh on
the sidewalk, marching with his bag
Jilnea tc wake the folk oat of thshr
Sunday beds. Then he caw f.hor's
body, with legs and arms stUZened all
ways, and the number-four trap still
gripped on broken bones. Off camo
his fur cap.
Mother stood, iron-hard, beside tho
"Factor," says sho, "I've come to
pay his debt"
"Nay, it's the Sabbath, ma'am. Yo'll
pay no debts till Monday. Come In
and have some-tea ye puir thing."
"You starved his soul to death, and
now I've brought his body to square
his debts. Will you leave that herd
Mr. McTavlsh' looked at her, then
whispered to me. "B'y," said he, "we,
must make her cry or she'll bo raving
mad. Greet, woman, greet By God,
'11 make ye greet!"
He marched up and down the side
walk, nnd through tho skirl of gulls
in a storm, swept a tune that mado
tho meat shake on my bones.
Ooce mother Bhrieked out, trying
to make him stop, but he went on pao
ing in front of her to and fro, with
his eyes on her all tho time, peering
straight through her, and all tho grief
of all tho world in the skirl and walk
and that hopeless awful tune. Sho
covered her face with her hands, try
ing to hold while tho great sobs shook
her, and she reeled like a tree in a
gale, until she fell on her knees, un
til she threw herself on tho corpse,
and cried, and cried.
(Continued in Friday's Issue.)
By JUDIC CHOLLET
This Illustration shows n very nttrac
tivo scmliirlucess frock which gives
tho Norfolk Idea that is so smart this
season. The blouse Is just a simple
ono with set-In sleeves that may be
finished either full length or elbow
style nnd with a sailor collar. The
box plaits are applied on each sido at
both front "and back over Indicated
lines, and those plaits extend below
the waist line and aro attached to tho
skirt at about hip depth.
For tho sixteen-year-old size the
dress will require six and ono-iuarter
yards of material twonty-soren Inches
wide, with threo-qunrters of a yard
twenty-seven Inches wide for tho trim
This Hay Manton pattern is cut In sizes
for Etrls of fourteen, sixteen and eighteen
years of aee. Send 10 cents to this ofllce,
plvlns number, 7C37, and It will bo prompt
ly forwarded to you by mall. If In haste
eend an additional two cent stamp for let
ter postage. When ordering use coupon.
Designer and Man
Office and Works
1036 MAIN ST.
GOOD HOUSE FOR THE FOWLS
Should Have Southern Front and
Yards May Be Laid Off for In
dividual Pens If Desired.
A good poultry house may be built
after plans shown' In the drawing.
Such a house may bo mado any length
desired and portioned into six-foot
breeding pens, 1G feet deep, which
would glvo 7 1-3 square fee per bird
for one male and 12 females. Tho
house should have a cement or board
floor and can be so built as to make it
rat, wind and rain proof. I prefer
a floor of cement, writes William Scott
of Abilene, Kan., in the Farmers
Mall and Breeze.
Tho house should front south and
yards may be laid off for tho uso of
Good for Several Uses.
individual pens if desired. This kind
of house Is also suitable for raising
early hatched chicks.
The upper windows are hinged so
they may be swung open at any de
sired angla or to be booked up as
tho weather demands'. Tho lower
front Is covered with one-inch mesh
wire and a drop canvas or windows
may bo used. Tho window should bo
hung so as to swing in at any desired
angle. Roosts aro placed along tho
north wall. A single roost running
the length of the building and set
out two feet from tho north wall, may
be mado to Borve tho purpose.
A roost shield for cold weather can
bo mado of a frame tho length of tho
roosts and two feet wide, to bo cov
ered with sound burlap on top and
sides. Place this framo six inches
above tho birds' heads and let the
burlap hang a foot below tho roosts.
This framo should bo drawn up out
of tho way each morning.
If nesta- are place low enough not
many hens will lay on tho floor and It
Is often considered better still to place
them right on the floor. A screen
made of burlap so it will almost hldo
tho nests make them more atractlvo
to the hens and helps to prevent egg
eating. 'SULPHURING' THE HEN HOUSE
Job Should Be Performed at Least
Once Every Month First Re
move All Combustibles.
To burn sulphur in a poultry houso
first remove all combustible matter.
Then put an old Iron kettle Into a
dishpan nnd place on four bricks in
tho mlddlo of tho house. In tho ket
tlo put some cobs which have been
soaked in a solution of ono part of
pine tar to four parts of kerosene,
sprinkle the sulphur ovor the cobs
and set on fire.
Bo sure to have everything arranged
so as to beat a hasty retreat from
tho room and close the door quickly
as tho sulphur fumes ore suffocating.
Sulphur burned in this manner will
penetrate every crevice as well as
covering tho surface and aids won
derfully In purifying the' building and
in destroying poultry vermin.
Ono pint of turpentine may bo add
ed to the half gallon of kerosene as
well as tho plno tar with beneficial
results. Onco a month is none too
often to burn sulphur in every poultry
Never breed from lmmuature stock.
Ground bono Is great for laying
The first symptoms of roup swol
Dampness and chilling mean suro
death to chicks.
Do not allow the fowls to be exposed
to the strong winds.
Soft-shelled eggs aro a sign of lack
of lime or of over-feeding.
Scrub hens kept by scrub poultry-
men make a bad combination.
Sifted ashes scattered under the
roosts make an excellent absorbent
Try hard never to catch a hen by
tho wing or feathers; grab her by
A little granulated charcoal mixed
in tho soft; feud is excellent In cases
If there aro cracks in the walls of
the houses, the chilly winds are suro
to create a draft.
Tho best way to run an Incubator
is to follow tho directions that como
with tho machine.
The hen that will not scratch for
her living Is too lazy to make you a
profit as a layer.
Leghorns mako poor sitters. Bet
tor not trust the eggs to them. They
are better layers and foragers than
Cotnmonwealth of Pennsylvania,
State Highway Department, Harris
Sealed proposals will be received
nt tho office of tho State Highway
Department in tho Capitol Building,
Harrlsbiirg, Pa., until ten o'clock on
the morning of September 17th,
1913, when bids will be publicly
opened and scheduled for the recon
struction of 7309 lineal feet of Brick
Block Paving, 1G feet wide, situated
as follows: From tho intersection of
South Fourth and Main streets, pass
ing over Main street, to the Texas
Township lino; also from the Inter
section of Main and Park streets,
passing over Park street, to the Tex
as Township line, under the Act of
Assembly approved May 31st, 1911,
P. L. 4G8. Plans and specifications
can be seen at the office of the State
Highway Department, Harrlsbiirg;
1001 Chestnut Street, Philadelphia;
2117 Farmers Bank Building, Pitts
burgh; and 301 Farr Building, Scran-
ton, Pa. Each bid must be made up
on a blank furnished by tho State
Highway Department, accompanied
by a certified check in tho sum of
$2,500, and enclosed in a separate
sealed envelope, which blank and en-
v-lope will bo furnished upon re
quest, marked: " PROPOSAL FOR
THE RECONSTRUCTION OF A SEC
TION OF ROAD IN WAYNE COUN
TY, HONESDALE BOROUGH."
EDWARD M. BIGELOW,
State Highway Commissioner.
CORNELIUS C. JADWIN,
Late of Borough of Honesdale.
All persons Indebted to said es
tate are notified to make immediate
payment to tho undersigned; and
those having claims against the said
estate aro notified to present them
duly attested for settlement.
GRACE A. JADWIN,
Honesdale, Pa., Aug. 25, 1913.
SEALED proposals will be received
for furnishing groceries and pro
visions, fresh and cured meats,
grain, feed, etc., for the quarter be
ginning September 1, 1913, and end
ing December 1, 1913, to the Stato
Hospital for tho Criminal Insane at
Farvlew, Wayne county, Pa., until
August 30th, 1913. Bids to be ad
dressed to tho Superintendent of the
Hospital, T. C. Fitzslmmons, M. D
Waymart, Wayne county, Pa., and
from whom all additional Informa
tion may be obtained. Blank sched
ules will be mailed to bidders on ap
plication to the Superintendent.
HENRY F. WALTON,
IN re Executor's sale of real estate
of H. J. Qulnney, late of the
Borough of Honesdale, deceased.
Notice is hereby given that the
Orphans' Court of Wayne County has
fixed Monday, September 8, 1913, at
2 o'clock p. m., for the hearing of an
application made by tho Executor of
H. J. Qulnney, late of Honesdale,
deceased, for a private sale of the
real estate of said decedent, situated
in the borough of Honesdale, for the
sum -of Sixteen Hundred Dollars. At
which time and place any objections
to a private sale -on the terms set
forth in the application will be
WILLIAM A. QUINNEY,
SHERIFF'S SALE OF VALUAULdU
REAL ESTATE. By virtue of
nrocess issued out of the Court of
Common Pleas of Wayne county, and
State of Pennnylvanla, and to me di
rected and delivered, I have levied on
and will expose to public sale, at tho
Court House in Honesdale on
SEPTEMBER 12, 1913, at 11 A. M.
All the defendant's right, title and
Interest in the following described
All the surface or right of soil of and
In all that certain piece or parcel of land
situate, lying and being in tho town of
Browndale, Clinton township, Wayne
County, Pennsylvania, designated as
50x80 feet of tho westerly portion of lots
No. 9 and No. 10 In Block No. 16 as de
scribed on tho map of building lots of tho
town of Browndale, being cigniy ieei on
the easterly and westerly boundaries and
fifty feet on tho northerly and southerly
boundaries and bounded easterly by por
tions of lots No. 9 and No. 10, owned by
Joseph Scublx, southerly by lot No. S;
westerly by lands of tho Hillside Coal &
iron uo.; ana normeiiy uy iuu u. , uo
intr fiftv fppt on the westerly end of lots
which Gresor Scublx granted and con
veyed to Joseph scuuix Dy aeea uuieu
Aug. 18, 1D0S, and recorded in Deed Book
No, 99, pago 12. Also a free and unin
terrupted use, liberty and privilege of a
passage In and along a certain alley or
passage six feet In breadth by nfty feet
In depth, extending from the south-east
corner of land herein conveyed east fifty
feet along the southcry boundary of land
still owned by Joseph Scublx toland of
Anthony urasnier, wnere connection i
mado with the alley to tho stree.t Ex
cepting and reserving as excepted and re
served In the hereinbefore recited deed
to Joseph Scublx. Being the samo land
granted and conveyed by Joseph Scublx
to Frank Koenlg by deed dated Aug. 31,
1910, and recorded In Deed Book No. 101,
Property above described improved wun
a two-story frame dwelling house.
ALSO all the surrace or right of soil
of and In all that certain pleco or parcel
of land sltuato In the town of Brown
dale, Clinton township, Wayne county.
Pennsylvania, distinguished as 100x80 feet
of the westerly extremity of lots No. 9
and No. 10 In Block No. 16 as described in
a map of building lots of II. W. Brown
In said town of Browndale, being eighty
feet on the easterly and westerly bound
aries, and bounded easterly by portions
of lots No. 9 and No. 10, sold to Anthony
Drashler; southerly by lot No. 8: westerly
by land of the Hillside Coal & Iron Com
pany; northerly by lot No. 11. Being the
samo property granted and conveyed to
Joseph Scublx by Gregor Scublx by deed
dated Aug. 18, 1908, and recorded in Deed
Book No. 99, page 12. Excepting and re
serving as excepted and reserved In last
mentioned deed. Also excepting and re
serving therefrom a lot 60x80 feet which
was granted and conveyed by Joseph
Scublx ct ux. to Frank Koenlg by deed
dated Aug. 31, 1910, and recorded in Deed
Book No. 101, page 805.
Improved with a two-story frame
Seized and taken In execution as the
property of Joseph Scublx at the suit of
E. A. Bloxham. No. 63 June Term, 191S.
Judgment, 11700. Attorneys, Gardiner &
TAKE NOTICE All bids and costs
must be paid on day of sale or deeds
will not be acknowledged.
FRANK C. KIMBLE, Sheriff.
Adv. 65 8w
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