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w&it^-% ' : -> L >r ' ''S"" QX) OiEC^s^ STR? * <? MIIizzmMas COPYRIGHT. BY G..W. E CHAPTER II. At the End of the Road. .Curly's wooden face told nothing of I what he was thinking. The first ar-1 tide of the creed of the frontier Is to j he game. Good or bad, the last test of a man is the way he takes his medicine. So now young Flandrau ate his dinner wth a hearty appetite, smoked ' cigarettes impassively, and occasionally chatted with his guards casually and as a matter of course. Deep within him was a terrible feeling of sickness at the disaster that had overwhelfned him, but he did not intend to play the quitter. : As the dny began to wear out two riders from the Bar Double M reached the ranch and were brought in to identify him as the horse thief. The two were Maloney and Kite Bonfils, neither of them friends of the young rustler. The foreman in particular was a wel blanket to his chances. . "You've got the right man all right,*" he aiit! to Buck without answerini .Flandrau's cool nod of recognition. "What sort of a reputation has In pd ?" Buck asked, loweiing his voice a little. N. Kite did not take the trouble to- lower his. "Bad. Always been a tough character. Friend of Bad Bill Cranstou aDd Soapy Stone." "I don't know anything against the kid. hnrring that he's been a little I wild," daloney testified. "And I reckon j we ain't any of us prize Sunday school | winners for that matter." As Buck ttirned to leave the bunk- j house the boy touched him on the arm. i "How about Cullison?" he asked, i * very low. But Buck would not have it that way. "What about him?", he demanded out loud, his voice grating like steel when it grinds. "Is he?how is he doing?" "What's eatin' you? Ain't he dying fast enough to suit you 7" Flandrau shrank from the cruel words, as a schoolboy does from his teacher when he jumps at him with a cane. It was then that Maloney made a : friend of the young man for life. lie let a hand drop carelessly on Curly's . shoulder and looked at him with a \ friendly smile in his eyes, just as if he knew that this was no wolf but a poor dog up against it hard. "Doc tliiuks he'll make it all right." But there were times when Curly , wondered whether it would make any ! difference to him whether Ctillison got i well or not. Something immediate was j in the air. Public opinion was sifting j. down to a decision. Most of these men . were up to the average for the milk of human kindness. .They were the .squnrest citizens in Arizona. But Flan- : drau knew they would snuff out his life just the same if they decided it, was best. Afterward they might re-, gret it, but that would not help him. Darkness came, and the lamps were lit. Again Curly are and smoked aud j chatted a little with his captors. But as lie sat there hour after hour, feel-, > ing death creep closer every minute, j ? cold shivers ran up and down his spine. They began to question liim, at first casually and curelessly, so it seemed to Curly. But presently he discerned a drift in the talk. They were trying . to find out who had been his partners ! in the rustling. "And I reckon Soapy and Bad Bill left you lads at Saguache to hold the sack," Buck suggested sympathetically. Curly grew wary, lie did not intend to betray his accomplices. "Wrong guess. Soapy and Bad Bill weren't in j this deal." he answered easily. The foreman of the Bar Double M j interrupted impatiently, tired (it' tryiug j io pump out the information l?.v finesse. "You've gut to speak. Flan-! (Iran. You've got lo tell us who was , engineering this llxefi. Understand V" I The young rustler looked at the j grim frowning face and his heart sank, | "Out with it," ordered Hack. "Oil, I expect I'll keep that under | my hut." Curly told them lightly. They were crowded about hint in a': half circle, nearly a score of hard j leather-faced plainsmen. Some of, them were riders of the Circle C out-! fit. Others had ridden over from ! neighboring ranches. All of them! plainly meant business. "Think again. Curly," advised Swee- i ncy quietly. "The boys ain't trilling j about this thing. They mean to findout who was in the rustling of the liar ' Double M stock." "Not through me, tliey won't." "Through you. And right now." A do/.eu times during the evening i Curly had crushed down the desire to beg for mercy, to cry out desperately for thera to let him off. lie had kept ; telling himself not to show yellow, , that it would not last long. Now the ! fear of breaking down sloughed from j his soul. lie rose from tlie bed and i looked x-ound at the brown faces circled about him in the shine of the lamps. i "I'll not tell you a thing?not a J thing." [ He stood there chalk-faced, his lips J6H1 *r cZ,eodJP&2ZZ& >TLL.1TSIC3 HAM COMPANY' so dry that lie liad to" Ueep nToistening them with 1 lie tip of Ills tongue. Dutch had a new rope in his hand with a loop at one end. lie tossed It over the hoys neau anu cirew 11 nun. Two or three of the faces in the circle were almost as bloodless as tlmt of the prisoner, but they were set to see the thing out. ' "Will you tell now?" Bonflls asked. Curly met him eye to eye. "Xo." "Come along, then." One of the men cnught his arm nl/ the place where he had been wounded. The rustler flinched. "Careful, Buck. Don't you see you're hurting his bad arm?" Sweeney said sharply. "I didn't aim to hurt him," Buck defended himself. Curly's senses had never been more rilert. He noticed that Buck had on a ipd necktie that had got loose from his shirt and climbed up bis neclc. It bad black polka dots and was badly frayed. Sweeney was chewing tobacco. He would have that, chew in his mouth after they had finished what they were going to do. "Ain't he the gamest ever?' some one whispered. * The rustler heard the words and they braced him as a drink of whisky does a man who has been on a had spree. "Better do it at' the cottonwoods down by the creek," Buck told Bonfils In a low voice. The foreman of the Bar Double M moved his head in assent. "All right. Let's get it over quick as we can." A sound of flying feet came from outside. Some one smothered an oath of surprise. Kate Cullison stood in the doorway, all out of breath and panting. "What in it?" They Lad not a word to say for themselves. In that room were some of the most callous hearts in the territory. Not cne man in a million could have fazed them, but this slender girl dnmfounded them. Her gaze settled on Buck. IBs wandered for help to Sweeney, to Jake, to Kite Bonfils. "Now lnok-a-here, Miss Kate," Sweeney began to explain. But she swept his remonstrance aside. "No--No?No!" Her voice gathered strength with each repetition of the "I Won't Have It." word. "I won't have It. Wlmt are you thinking a I) out?" "He's a rustler, Miss Kate; belongs to Soapy Stone's outfit," Sweeney answered the girl. "fan you prove It?" "We got him double cinched." . "Then let the law put him in prison." : "lie shot yore paw," Buck reminded | her. "Is tiiat why you're doing it?" 1 Uvotl ' 1 l-.S 111, ;i JI?I J. 11(11 O ? ".? i . nodded. Like :i Hash she tnnk advantage of their admission. "Then I've got more . against Iiim than you have, ami I say : turn him over to the law." Kilo pushed forward, rough and overhear'nig. "Now see here. We know ! what we're doing ami we know why ' we're doing it. This ain't any I nisi- : ness for a trirl to mix in. You go hack to the house and nurse .your father that this man shot." "So it isn't I lie kind of business for a girl." she answered seornftilly. "It's ! work for a man. isn't it? No. not for one. For nine?eleven?thirteen?seventeen hi:: brave strong men to hang one poor wounded hoy." At that an amused laugh rippled out. If en mi* from Moloney. lie was leaning against the door jainh with his hands in his pockets. Nobody had noj I iced him before. He had come in after tlie girl. When Curly came to think it over later., if he had been given three guesses as to who had told 1 Knto Cullison what was on the pro gram ho would have guessed Malouey each time. "Now that you've relieved your mind proper. Miss Cullison, 1 expect any of the boys will be glad to escort you back to the house," Kite suggested with an acid smile. "What have you got to do with this?" she flamed. "Our boys took him. They brought him here as their prisoner. Do you think we'll let you come over into th|s coujjty and dictate everything we do?" "live got a notion tucked away that you're trying to do the dictating your own self," the Bar Double M.man contradicted. "I'm not. But I won't stand by while you get these boys to do murder." Kile laughec} sarcastically. "You hear vnur boss, boys." "You've find yore say now, Miss Kate. I reckon you better sny goodnight," advised' Buck... She handed Buck and his friends her compliments in a swift flow of feralnine ferocity. Maloney pushed into the circle. "She's dead right, boys. There's nothing to this lynching game. He's only a kid." The tide of opinion was shifting. Those who had been worked up to the lynching by the arguments of Bonflls began to resent his activity. Flandrau J was their prisoner, wasn't he? No use going off half-cocked. Some of them were discovering that they were not half so anxious to hang him as , they had supposed. , The girl turned' to her friends and neighbors. "I oughtn't to have talked to you that way, but you know how worried I am about dad," she apologized with a catch in her breath. "I'm sure you didn't think or you weald never have done anything to trouble me more just now. You know I didn't half mean it." She looked from one to another, her eyes- shiny with tears, i "I know that no braver or kinder men live than you. Why, you're my folks. t',./, hi-ftnirhi- im nmomr vou. And so you've got to forgive rue." Some said "Sure," ethers.told her to forget it, and one grass, widower drew u laugh by saying that her little spiel reminded him of happier days. "I'm so glad you've changed your minds. I knew you would when you thought it over," she told them chattily. and confidentially. She was talcing their assent for granted. Now she waited and gave them a chance to chorus their agreement None of them spoke except.Maloney. Kost of them were with her in sympathy but none wanted, tcf be first ic giving way. She looked around from one to another, still cheerful and sure of her ground apparently. Two steps brought her directly in front of one. She caught him by the lapels.of his coat and lookeikstraight Into his eyes. "You have changed your mind, haven't you, .Take?" The big Missourinn twisted his hat in embarrassment. "Sure. Whntever's right suits me." "Well, you know what is right, don't yon?" "I evpect." "Then you won't hurt this man, our prisoner?" "I haven't a thing against him if you haven't." "Tlu-n you won't hurt him? You won't stand by and let the other boys do it?" "Now, Miss Kate?" She burst into sudden tears. 'T .thought you were my friend, but now j I'm in trouble you?you think only of making; it worse." Jake gave in immediately and the j rest followed like a flock of sheep. Two or three of the promise:) enme hard, but she did not stop till each one individually bad pledged himself. The young man she had saved could not keep his eyes from her. He would have liked to kneel down and kiss the ; edge of her dress and put his curly head in the dust before her. The ice in his heart had melted: in the warmth of a great emotion. She was standing close to him talking to Buck when he spoke in a low voice. "I reckon I can't tell you?how much I'm obliged to you, miss." She drew back quickly as if he had heen a snake about to strike, her hand instinctively gathering her skirts so that they would not brush against him. "I don't want your thanks," siie told him, and her voice was like the drench of an icy wave. But when she saw the hurt in his eyes she hesitated. Perhaps she guessed that he was human after nll.t. for an impulse carried her forward to take the rope from his neclt. While his heart heat twice her soft fingers touched his throat and grazed his cheek. Then she turned jand was gone from the room. It was a long rime neiore uie uiuik* liou.se quieted. Curly, faint with weariness, lay down and tried to sleep His arm was paining a good deal and he felt feverish. The men of the Circle C and their guests sat down and argued the whole thing over. Rut after a time the doctor came in and had i the patient carried to the house, .lie j was put in a good clean bed and his j arm dressed again. The doctor brought him good news. | "Cullison is doing line. He ought to ; make it all right." Curly thought about the girl who j had fought for his life. "You'll not let him die, Doc," he ' begged. "He's too toug1, for that, Luck Cul-1 | lisou ts." i Presently Doctor Brown gave him a I sleeping powder ami left him. Soon , after that Curly fell asleep and j 1 dreamed about a slim dark girl with line long-lashed eyes that could be belli tender and "ferocious. j CHAPTER 111. I The Cullisons, and Laura London. Curly wis nwnkeneil by the sound of the cook beating the call to breakfast on a triangle. Buck was standing beside tbe bed. "How're they coming this glad ruo'ning, son?" he inquired with a grin. "Fine and dandy," grinned back Fiandrau. "How is Cullison?" "Good as the wheat, doc says. Mighty lucky for Mr. C. Fiandrau that lie. is. Say, I'm to bo yore valley and help you Into them clothes. Git a wiggle on you." Buck, escorted his prisoner over to the ranch messhouse. The others had Dnlshed breakfast but Maloney was still eating. His mouth was full of hot cakes, but he nodded across at Curly in casual friendly way. "How's the villain in the play this mo'ning?" he inquired. Twenty-one usually looks on the cheerful side of life. Curly-had forgotten for the moment about what had happened to his friend Mac. He rim nnt remember that he was in the shadow of a penitentiary sentence. The sun was shining out of a deep blue sky. The vigor of youth flowed through his veins. He was hungry and a good breakfast was before-hiin. For the present these were enough. "Me, I'm feeling a heap better than' I was last night," he admitted. "Came pretty near losing you out of the cast, didn't we?" "Might a-turned out that way If the stage manager had not remembered the right cue in time." Ilie heart of the prisoner went out to this man wjhu was reaching a hand, to him in his trouble. He had always known that Maloney was true find steady as a snubbing post, but he had' not- looked for any kindness from him. "Kite just got a telephone message from Saguache," the Bar Double M man went on easily. "Your friends that bought the rustled stock didn't get away with the goods..' Seems they stumbled into a bunch of rurales unexpected and had to pull their freight, sudden." "Make their getaway?" Curly , inquired as indifferently as he could. But in spite of himself a note ofengerness crept into his voice. For if the men had escaped that would be two * _.<* . ammas nunlnef Vl !m iej>5 WlLiJCOOCO Ubuiuut M?4U. 1 ..Yep." "Too bad. If tliey hadn't I could have proved by them.I was not one of the men who sold them the stock," Flandrac replied. "Like li? you could," Buck snorted, then grinned at his prisoner In a sHame-fnced way: *You're a good-one, son" Jake stuck his head in at the door. "Buck, you're needed to- help with, them two-year-olds. The old man.wants to have,a talk with the rustler. Doc says he may. Maloney, will you take him up to the house?" Moloney had once ridden, for the Circle C and was friendl.v'Vith all the men 011 the place. He nodded. "Sure."' A Mexican woman let them into the chamber where the wounded man lay. Kate was bending over the bed rearranging the pillows, but she looked up quickly when the two men entered. Her eyes were still gentle with the love that had been shining down fr.om them upon her father. Cullison spoke. "Sit down, Dick." And to his prisoner: "You too." Flaiulrau saw close at bond for the first time the man who had been Arizona's most famous fighting sheriff. Luck Cullison was well-built and of medivr height, of a dark complexion, clean .naven, wiry and muscular. Already past fifty, he looked not a day more than forty. One glance was enough to toll Curly the kind-of man this was. The power of him found expression in the gray stccl-chillod eyes that bored into the young outlaw. "You have begun early, young fellow," he said quietly. "But never mind -vsri II-- n "You Have Begun Early, Young Fel-j low." He Said Quietly. that. I don't ask you to convict yourself. I sent for you to toll you'I don't blame you for this." lie touched the wound in his side. "Different with your boys, sir." "So the boys are a little excited, are' they?" "They wore last, night, anyhow," Curly answered, with a glimmer of a smile. 'Jullison looked quickly at Moloney! and then at his daughter. ? ! "I'li listen to what you've been hid-j Ing front me," he told llieni. "Oh, the boys had notions. Miss j Kate argued with them and they saw, things different," the Bar Double Jlj rider explained. But Cullison would not let it go at; that, lie made them tell him the whole story. When 'Curly and Moloney had finished lie buried his daughter's little j liiind in his big brown' fist. His eyes i were* dancing with pride, but he gave he!- not a word of spoken praise. Kate spoke to Curly. "Father wants me to tell you th.nt we don't blame you for shooting- at him. We understand just how it was. Tour friend got excited and shot as soon as he saw he < was surrounded. We are both very sorry lie was killed. Father could not stop the boys in time. Perhaps you re- I member that lie tried to get you> to surrender." ^ < The rustler nodded. "Yes, I heard him holler to me to put my gun down; i "hut ilie others-blazed away at me." "And so you naturally uerenueu yourself. Father wants It made clear that he feels you could have done nothing else." "Much obliged. I've been sorry ever since I hit him, and not only on my own account." "Then none of us need to hold hard feelings." The girl looked at her father, who answered her appeal with'a grim nod, and then she turned again to .the young rustler a little timidly. "I wonder If you would mind' if I asked you a question." "You've earned the right to ask as many as you like."; "It's about? We have been told you. "know the man they call Soapy Stone. Is that true?" ? * Flandrau's eyes took on a stony look. It was as If something, had sponged-all the boyishness from his face. Still trying to gqt.him to give away his partners in the rustling, were they? Well, he would show them he could take his medicine.without squealing. "Your boys were asking that question about Soapy last night. They had a rope round my neck .at the time. Nothing unfriendly in the matter, ofcourse. Just a casual Interest in my doings." Cullison' was looking at him with the steel eyes that bored into him- like a gimlet. Now he spoke sharply. r "I've got an account'' running with. Soapy Stone. Some day Til-settle, it, likely. But that ain't the point now. Do you know his friends?the bunch I... tpAtle witli'V 1 . ; Wenrlness still'seemed to crouch. In tho eool eyes of Flandrau. . ' "And if I say yes, I'll-bet your next, qucatfo V vvlll be about the time and the place I last, saw them." . . Kate picked up a photograph from lie uilile and handed .It to the prisoner "We're tint Interested In.his friends? xcept one of them. Did you ever seclie boy that, sat for that picture?'' i'lio print, was a snapshot of a^boy bout nineteen^.- a bright-faced handsome fellow, a little sulky, around, the nou111 but with a pair of straight honest eyes. Curly shook Ills head slowly. Yet he i'us vaguely reminded, of some one ho new. Glancing up, be, found, iristatfty tbe cine to what had puzzled him. .'lie young man in the picture was like .-Cute CuIIison, like.her father, too, for but innIter." v "Lie's your brother." The words vere out before Flandrau could stop hem.. "Yes. You've never, met him?" "No." Cullistn had been* watching tho young mull steadily. "N'ever saw him with Sotpy Stone?" "No." "Neve:.* beard Stone speak of Sam Cnilison?" "No. Soapy doesu't talk much about who bis friends are." The ex-sheriff nodded. "I've met him." Of course he had met him.- Curly Knew tlie story of how in one drive he had made a gather of outlaws that lind brought fame to him. Soapy had broken through the net, but the sheriff had followed him Into '.'ie hills alone and run him to earth.. What passed between the men nobody ever found out. Stone had repeatedly given It ont that he could not b6 taken alive. But Ctilllson had brought him down to the valley bound and cowed. In due season the bandits had gone over the road to Yuma. Soapy and the'others had sworn to get their revenge some day. Now they were back in the hills at their old tricks. Was It possible that Cullison's son was with them, caught in a trap during some drunken frolic Just as Curly had been? 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But we are hopeful anyway?op:r ' * Anr3 wn nrp nnt UiniMK;, 11 kU'U |iivaow? ?\A ,.v. v.. only hoping for better things for ourselves, we are hoping that the New Year .will bring YOU better and bigger things. W. E. FERGUSON Titles to Real Estate and Real Estate Mortgages at The Enquirer office. PYRAMID PAINTSHOP ,. . t ROjCK. AutomobileTops, It is the top, of; the;, automobile;';'-of r = course, that- conduces, to real. comfort. , If the, overhead and the curtains apa, not in first-class shape there is .no-com.-/ fort Y.ou cannot: get your; toRs. pi^tf In,, proper shape justany where or. by', just; anybody, because just: anybody DOES' * . NOT KNOW HOW. to do this wdrk.; .. Automobile Tops i? our Heading Spfe-r,. ' cialty. We.are,.prepared to do.absolutely. everything that is. needed In cony.. nection with them-and we have. WiorJc.-. men who know their biislnesk. We.doh't ' ask the builders of the.autompblles.any r ? odds in this regard, and yi>u may bring,. your work to us with the. assurance1, that it is- not a .temporary- maJceafrtft, you are after, but the-REAL THIffU;. . JAS. A. JOHHSOlf* Prop.' W?. ; '* fy, 'y , ' W-4 l OUR. CUSTOWEl^SV^'d, those!whot^, "" we expert; tp bje .eustpmerp^ fqr.- the;, iib- < >fi eral patronage: given "our' - -:V' 6A30 LI N Egf ANP^Olli. V A Slnoe we opened up^a^*^w^,.,wfcltVtb "w sajr that- we-:wiil' continue to-iglvje (tHeV . sanpe service in the same way In ''the ^ future-iis:.we,-have..in^the."i?sL: ' - ^ * V-;.'; ' . - * .ffjo ' qASO LIN E. 01 L ANOV AULKI bf?.;greases, .-A;.*-v, ,; ' > " ' ' " v'-rS ?, . ' - Dodge-^ The End of the Year , . . ' / . - .' f ' ;T-. ; "f; .? ' " And, "what, a.yeah Butl lt;htiavnQt,'AU: been unpleasant;t Bbr. '<mc? thttfij.-i.tvft---have.had thk pleapur,e;,:of:-seiwlhg?itlpra .customers,; than '. in-' hnylT^^n.-einee-'^e . . 1 have b?en .ihV^rk.^vWB^h^e'jtn^^-?. larger number of .friends-and: cUstofibers, ?jid?iwe^^aMr8:/^v^^one".|thftt-yte:. appreciate the business '^v&''tfk,', V . ' ' : ' , \ f?bfi: THk V. I I - "We bctep'd:.the'^'.MMtin^;;<cbmplfhi?ita. ;' and,hpr bestr^rshe^! th\M^^^p^ 'thaf .the'New; 1-ear wililbring,a,'large nicas.- J ' ure pi; nappinesB. a^iu. prvti|it;rjur? We .begini the. ::. of brighter^'ondIuph.s.aniv^^'th&;^8-' -.. ' .surance.'lhat. we will.. dfrVeve^thj'ng in. ,ojr power to merit the. pa^rag? >w?. have "hadi in-, the.' jiast' apd hope T6r.-i? ' the future gt |g h r';;,. :' '. .' ......ilf . . * ' feinstemBarwHwxse ThejGrow?ng.',8tprV T"*.' .%?p!y Our Pre-Hofiday " Safe WILL BE CONTINUED ONLY-A ~7 FEW DAYS LONGER; " ' YOU HAD BETTER;TAKE * ADVANTAGE Op THE BARGAINS WE. ARE. O.FpERlNG;?:,* i&?. NOW. .' ... ' * .v.-;-. M-y-.< .(;.HAVE YOU DONE"ANY 'V:' \ . / CHRISTMAS; SHORRINfi^ETfci T D. WSKKmM CLOVER'S, LEADING. PRY. GOODS . ' - . ' . . J. ' SAtESi! Everywhere.' Yes,, a##-I xvanV to .'reduce my stock, purpose to. upload my^fg^co^mpr- * / chandise, on you.-, ? hayeV.sc&eipt that--, kind, too;. bi?t. .t wholesale bargain- couht^f^'^ye/up, at, lot of, their lowest i>$ces.lantf'fhtnil^''' bought, paore gooas ^d^fK^ra^ -hwa. for you and yo.u/U^i^itfVthat'i^s^ia offering you peal; ljarj^}ns>'.iiv^ery- pi: thing I. sell.. The.pncea-Pa^'otfjBifl^ . >-i you today are twlnrbrotheys of;tHe^45ie-1 fore-the-war ' prices.':'? lot. of 'people.' talk'-ah'crof; ' prices will rpake yp'ur cotton/ worthjust about 35 cehts;a;jjpundv^i^,'r^d . ,n buying power. SALE I? 0N: BISH-*"X We'll , tell you. mbre/^lwujfr'lt'.^hin;ra? few day9;and:you;'canv-iiid&o/5r?t^>fpi: yourSelf, hut. in.;the;me^tOTfi^db'?'nbt "? wait. Justccpme here-f^ypYF^ed^B. -".J" look over our. stock,-ask-Pu?prlbeff a&jl- ' if they are not- intPf.es^h^ai^^'-^ood! as, you'll, find, why thehjOf. coruiJfle'irybU. are h ot going;-- to; buy(hpt atilV^w^v fpel; ;' sure we will sell you,?" J. p. HOPE, ' 1 TAX.r NOTJQt^-382Q-.1921. ?.% 'i;.:. \u. Office of the Coontyi"Tre#8urer of York1 -k County. ' I York,..S. C., Oct 8, 1920, "^"OTICE is hereby given that the ?x TAX BOORS for : Yo.rk!':County will be opened on FRIDAY, the 16TH DAY OF OCTOBER, 192V' and' re- * ;.r main open until the $lSKb: DAY' GF- 1 DECEMBER, 1920, for' the collection-of ? STATE, COUNTY,'?CjTOOE'and-lto-'' CAL TAXES, for the-fiscal yei'r 1920, without penalty; after wfiich day ONE . ; PER CENT, penalty will be added to all payments made in, the month of JANUARY, 1921, and TWO PER CENT, penalty for ail payments made 'in the month of FEBRUARY, 1921 and SEVEN. PER CENT:, penalty will be added to all payment^ made from the 1ST DAY OF MARCH, 1921 to the L5TH DAY OF MA.RQKF, 1921, fold' after this date all unpaid taxes will go' into execution and" all unpaid Single Polls will be turned over to the several Magistrates for. prosecution,' in'- accordance with law;" All of the Banks of the county will offer their accommodations arid facilities to Taxpayers who may desire to make use of the some, and I shall take pleasure in giving prompt attention' to all correspondence on the subject. All Taxpayers appearing at my office will receive prompt attention. Note?The Tax Books will bo made up by Townships, and parties writing about Taxes will always expedite mat ters if they will mention the Township or Townships In which their property or properties are located, ' *' HARRY E. NEIL, lreasurer ul xuitv v^uuuvy* 1 SI Fri tf. ft .