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IhoCiL by FRANCIS PI ILLUSTRATIONS <xypy/?/c/rr /9// by oqssj -/wjpa CHAPTER I.?Richard Lightnut. an I American with an affected Jiagtisn ac- j $eni, receives a presnt from a friend J China. I CHAPTER II?The present proves j ' to be a pair' of pajamas. A letter hints ! of surprises to the wearer. CHAPTER III.?Lightnut dons the pa- , Jamas and late at night get" up for a i smoke. His servant. Jenkins, comes In and, failing to recognize Lightnut, attempts to put him out. Thinking the servant'crazy, Lightnut changes his clothes intending to summon help. When he reappears Jenkins falls on his neck with Joy, confirming Lightnut's belief that ha t? crazy. CHAPTER IV.?Jenkins tells Lightnut | of the encounter he had with a hideou* Chinaman dressed In pajamas. CHAPTER V?In a message from hia friend. Jack Billings, Llghtnut Is asked to put up "the kid" for the night on his ' way home from college. Later Llghtnut ! finds a beautiful girl in black pajamas ift ! his room. CHAPTER VX?Llghtnut Is shocked by the girl's drinking, smoking and slangy talk. CHAPTER VII?She tells him her name ia Francis and puzzles him with a story of her love for her sister's room-mate, named Frances. Next morning the girl 4s missing: and Lightnut hurries to the boat to see her off. He is accosted by ? husky college boy, who calls him MDiekv." but he does not see the girl. CHAPTER VIII?Jack Billings calls to ?pend the night with Lightnut. They discover pricesless rubies hidden in the buttons of the pajamas. CHAPTER IX?Billings dona the pa- ! > Jamas and retires. CHAPTER X?Lightnut later discovers In his apartment a beefy person In mut- | ton-chop whiskers and wearing pajamas, i Jenkins calls the police, who declare the i Intruder to be a criminal, called "Foxy | . -Grandpa." CHAPTER XI?The intruder declares he Is LIgbtnut's guest and appeals to the iatter In vain. CHAPTER XII?H? la hustled off to , Sail. CHAPTER XIII?In the morning Llght?ut is astonished to find Billings gone, 3 ? ? wKAM Ka cralo Q mOQ_ . -SU1U Uiurt; aaiumsiicu nucu e><-^ v. , xage from the latter, demanding: his -clothes. LIghtnut. bound for Tarrytown. Billing's home, discovers "Frances," the .girl of the pajamas, on the train. CHAPTER XIV?LIghtnut speaks to tier and alludes to the night before. She declares indignantly that LIghtnut never saw her in black pajamas. At Tarrytown Prances Is met by a husky college youth, who hails LIghtnut as "Dicky." The latter ignores the boy, who then threatens , to thrash him for offending Frances. ! LIghtnut takes the next train home. CHAPTER XV?Billings storms ^ over Tne outrage 01 nis arrest, ne ana ugni- ; nut discover mysterious Chinese charac- . tera on the pajamas. CHAPTER XVI?Professor Doozenberry Is called In to Interpret the hieroglyphics. CHAPTER XVII?He raves over what j he calls the lost silk of Si-Ling-Chi. CHAPTER XVIII?1The writing declares that a person wearing the pajamas will take on the semblance of the previous ; wearer. The professor borrows the paJamas for experiment. CHAPTER XIX?"Billings" dressed In i pajamas is found in the professor's room ! ?nd is taken home in an automobile with Frances and a woman Lightnut calls j "*the frump." CHAPTER XX?Lightnut is angered by *the frump's" slanderous talk about 1 "Francis." CHAPTER XXI?"Billings" is taicen to | bis room. A servant tells Lightnut that 1 cts. message has just been received stating -that Billings was under arrest In New York for stealing a suit of black paJamas. CHAPTER XXII?Judge Billings astonishes Lightnut with a tale of Francis' es,-capades. Lightnut asks permission to j -speak to "Frances." CHAPTER XXIII?The judge declares that not another living person would tackle the job, and Lightnut, his mind occupied -with the beautiful Frances, is greatly mystified. CHAPTER XXIV?Policeman O'K'eefe TPturns the hlack naiainas and Liehtnut 1 sends them to Billings' room. CHAPTER XXV-Lightnut has an in teresting hour with Frances. CHAPTER XXVI?He tells of the things "the judge has been saying about ^ ''Francis," much to "Frances'" amuse tnent. CHAPTER XXVN. The Judge Fixes "Foxy Grandpa." "But I tell you, sir, he is not mj son!" The judge was bending over the desk 'phone as I looked in a half houi later. His voice rose in a crescendc of rage: "VVha?what's that? Do i want to speak with him? Certainly, not, sir?and I wont! ... I'm, ^_yes?John W. Billings?yes, that's his ^ name. . . . Stuff and nonsense, sir! He's upstairs now in his room. . . . Says what?"?the judge's eyes rolled frowningly upward as he list enea; men ne ncnea ms nps ana Dem again, speaking with passionate in- i cisiveness: "Why, dammit, man, I've just this minute been talking to him? just left him, y'understand. . . . Certainly your man's an impostor? you ought to know that! . . Yes. this is Judge Billings, himself. . ,: Eh? Oh, that's all right, but now let me tell you something"?he cleared his throat and gathered his voice in cold, deliberate accents: "You let me be annoyed again from your precinct,: and I can promise you that . . . TJm, well that's all right then . . , 'Bye!" He banged the receiver to the hoofi and faced about, muttering things to iimself. "Well, upon my word! Of all the? excuse me, Lightnut!" He wiped his forehead, nis glance aDsiraciea ana scowling. "Somebody Is putting this tfool up to this?somebody trying tc fannoy me!" He uttered a short laugb that was more of a snort. "There's some fool lunatic down in New York T ^^MHI^'' jBaaK^^^ #^a^' v@k 'WW' ^ztt jW ^?L KJUDIM BRET ELLIOTT i A/ MYVtofatKa viJL co///M/Yy that they've arrestea and he's got c bug that he's my son! This Is the second offense. Caused me to lose, two hours ^from my office yesterday in the city and upset me for the whole IBWIMItH "My Dear Lightnut?" > day! And me so busy! busy!"?Ms hands lifted toward the papers on the table?"so busy I can hardly"?another snort, and he relighted his cigar, puffing savagely?"looks like there's just one fool thing after another interrupting me or absorbing my time!" "Jolly shame, you know!" I responded, dropping sympathetically into a chair. I pushed the papers to one O'Ma an T root mv olhnw nn thA OiUV OV JL vv/uivi A vv/v www ?? v ? w table edge; besides, I saw they were fretting him?could tell by his glances, you know. For another thing, I had got hold of a devilish shrewd idea I wanted to break to him?about this chap who was pretending to be his son. I remembered that the old rascal who had invaded my rooms had tried to make me believe that I was his bosom friend. "Oh, I say, you know," I began, declining a cigar and selecting a cigar ette from my case, "I've an idea!" And I faced him impressively. "You've what?"?he straightened forward, with a kind of twisted smile ?interested, you know?"whatever makes you think that, say boy?" I waited, sending a long, thin smoke funnel upward. Kept him expectant, you see, and gave me time to get hold of the corners of the jolly thing myself. Catch the point? So devilish important when you have to lift an id pa. don't vou know. "Rather fancy your chap's the same one I know of," I drawled, "an oldish duffer?white muttonchops?beefy sort of face?sunburn line and baldish? all that sort of thing!" "Well, by-y-y George!"?he slapped his hand down?"I should say that was a real idea! And you say you know this crazy fool?" "Crazy? He's not crazy!" I exclaimed indignantly, thinking of her pajamas. "And he's no more fool than I am!" He fell back with a grunt. "Oh, well, I know?but?" He coughed. By Jove, he seemed I disappointed, somehow; I proceeded calmly: "Real truth ls> the beggar's a notorious criminal, known to the police as Foxy Grandpa?pretends all sorts of things about people, don't you know.'' "My dear Lightnut"?he was staring at me, mouth distended?"why? how the devil do you know this?" T 4< A nrfnllv X luiiaicu ucuuciaioij. *in iuiij simple, don't you know," I responded quietly; and I let him wait till I had blown six rings. "Fact is, I'm the one sent him to jail!" "You!"?his laugh was frankly amused, incredulous. "Oh, yes!"?carelessly?"found the fellow thieving in my rooms the other night and called in police?oh, they recognized him in a minute!" He looked floored. "Well, what do you think of that?" he murmured slowly. Then his face flushed and he sat erect. "And so that's all the crazier + mfflon tc* fhoi'c lrin/3 r\ f o m Ck rf" IUC 1 U. Ill CI 11 10 IUUI O l,ug IV1UU Vi. \s Alex that's been trying to get gay with me?with me!" He started up, snorting like a war-horse?"Huh! Well, two can play at that game, and" ?his eyes twinkled wrathfully?"I'll show him who's got the best hand! I'll just?" The rest trailed off in a mutter. He had dropped beside the telephone again, his cigar crushed firmly in the corner of his mouth, his gray mustache bristling aggressively. I tried to trace the family resemblance to Frances, but dashed it* I could see a single point. And while I was thinking of this, he got his number. "Yes, yes," I heard, "I do want to speak to him personally?this is Judge Billings!"?a moment. and then: "Morning, Commissioner?this is Billings. . . . Fine, thank you! . . . Oh, no! No bad effects at all?takes more than that to throw a seasoned old diner like my? . . . What say?"?a cackling chuckle?"yes, I ' *' + 1 nnoon him lYiie W LilO umuci yr UU1U .? up! Had his promise before we left the table; Soakem heard him?so did Benedict. . . . Yes?oh, yes; he's got it?had it witt "te, you know, in I case! . . . Xo-o-o, of course not; not a single line or scrap!"?a lower drop of tone?"just in a plain, blank envelope?best way always, you know. . . . Yes, that gives us a safe margin in the senate now, not even counting upon what they do in committee?and Soakem'll take care of that ; end. . . . Yes, he went back: to I Albany this morning?he says the bill's safely deader'n Hector now. . . . Er, by the way, Commissioner,"?the judge cleared his throat and his voice sobered: "Little favor I want to ask?h'm! I'm being greatly annoyed by some low vagabond confined at one of the stations. . . . Yes, I really mean it!?Captain Clutch, em's precinct, you know?and this ruffian Insists to them that he's my son. . . . No, indeed, I'm not jok- j j ing at all. ... All right, you may * * *?A * nnn.Anldta tha laUgEL, DUL i Liill LU aypicuaic vuV funny side, myself?especially ' now, you know, when I'm up to my neck in this merger case. . . . How's that! What do I want done? Oh, 1 wouldn't venture to say as to that! I leave that to you! ... I know. . . . Yes, I understand all that, but . . . wait?wait just a minute! Now you listen?" The judge concentrated more intensely over the instrument. "You know what you asked me to do when I saw you last night?and 1 ! refused"?another voice drop?"wun I the mayor, you know? Well?now list en?you make assurance that this ! scoundrel will not bother me for ttrir- j ty days and?well, I give you my word that I'll do all I can to bring things the way you want. . . . Good! j ! . . . What'll you do with him? Why, what in Sam Hill do I care what you do with him? ... Oh, but say, Commissioner, * yes, I do care, too!"?a laugh here like a jolly fiend i ?"I shouldn't like for him to be put i away off in some nice, damp, dark cell to cool off?he! he! he!?y'under! stand?" | He got so mixed up In his chuckling ! and cougning mat ne couian l gei uui another word for a moment. Then? "Oh, no! Cer-tainly, not; nor one too hot and airless, as you say?he! he! he! And don't put him?don't put him?" the judge was gasping for air ; now?"don't put him on bread and wal ter, or anything of that kind, nor in a j cell with rude, rough men who would tame his playful spirit?he! he! he!? oh, don't do that! . . . What say?, | I didn't quite catch?" And then, dash it, it seemed he did catch it, for ne began waving his arm and pounding the desk. "Oh?oh, no, that would be too bad?really! . . .Eh? Oh, well, you know best?it's up to you now! I .. . . 'Bye, and many thanks, Com. missioner! Eh? All right, tomorrow then at one at the Lawyers' Club?you can go over again the points of I what you want with the mayor. 'Bye!" At last with good humor perrecuy restored, he faced me, wabbling like i a jolly jellyfish. " ' - 1 - -1- * " 'fcj greatest JOKe ever juea.ru Ui iii. | my life!" be chortled. "Oh, I say, how did you find Jack?" i I asked, for that was the thing I had begun to think of. His face collapsed so dashed sudden, I was afraid it would break. And from being a peppery red, he cnangea to a devilish sickly yellow. "Awful!" he said jerkily. "Some! thing awful!" And he groaned like a jolly horse in^pain. "Went up there, you know, but?" his hands lifted and I dropped; he shook his head?"didn't | seem to know me at all?was sitting there in his pajamas examining with a magnifying glass some leaves he had pulled at the window. Seems obsessecj ; with some crazy patter of talk I j Ouldn't understand?poor fellow!" The judge sighed. "Only thing he seemed to want me to do for him was to promise to wear his pajamas tonight?pajamas seem to be the focus of his malady this time." T ?11/vTTf^/l rvrnHTf O rH O T\ H IAAL'OH II swauuncu piCLlJ uaivt. uuu down. "I promised," continued the judge gloomily. "And I'll do it?oh, yes, anything to humor him! He's to put v lr sy? i "By Jove, No!" them outside his door tonight?it's his own whim, you know." He went j on moodily: "He won't allow any j luncheon sent up; says if not too i +~^,,'Klrv TOnnld Ko cratofill for ; iXLUCia UUUUiC, nvuiu iurv^ ; two and one-half ounces of unleav-' ened bread and clabber?what the devil's clabber?" "Luncheon is served!" intoned a human machine. "Ah-h!" The judge's tone evinced satisfaction. "My dear Lightnut," his ; hand upon my arm, "do you know 1 | look upon you as so nearly one of ! us?" 'Thank you, judge!" I said feelingly. By Jove, it was devilish comfy to , have her fattier so jolly irienaiy aDout It! i "That I'm just going to ask you to excuse me from lunching with you? know you'll understand, my boy!?so i infernally busy, you see!" I didn't see. though he had been saying this all morning. But as he seemed to think he was busy, I wasn't going to make any dashed break contradicting him, you know. So I pre tended I did see. "Thank you?thank you, my boy!" He patted me on the back. "And as you'll have an opportunity of seeing a little more of that charming girl, Miss Kirkland?" Charming girl, indeed! I wondered what he would think, if he knew of her designs on poor Jack! "I want you to go in for her a bit? cultivate her a little; you may change t U your opinion?enr ne wugucu sunly and paused in our progress through j the library to dig me sharply in the side. "Go ahead?flirt with her, my boy! She will like it?all girls do, and it will do you good; do both of you good!" The old boy beamed at me over his glasses as he vented a horrible chuckle; didn't seem to no tice how painfully snocKea i was. | A flirtation, indeed! And with.the frump, of all others! Of course he was just having his little joke, and didn't seem to realize what devilish poor taste he exhibited as the father of my darling. "Thank you," I said rather coldly, "but I don't think that?er?sort of thing would show much consideration for Frances?and" "Rubbish!" And, by Jove, how he laughed! "Do you think Francis would | show any consideration for you?"? i he snapped his fingers. "I think you're a bit too quixotic, young man!" | I didn't know?don't know now; ; never was up on any of those legal terms. He knew what he 'meant! "Pshaw, now!" he went on, "If that's | wnats restraining jou, juu luuot uivi> it! I want you to have a pleasant time while you are here with Miss i Klrkland?get along with you!"?then he pulled me back again?"You needn't bo thinking about the sllghtI est obligation so far as Francis Is I concerned. Why should you when the affair is all one-sided?" "One?one-sided?" I repeated falterIngly. "Why, yes; the girl doesn't care for anybody in the whole world except her old father?and he idolizes her!" Oh, did he! > vnn en on in tHere and loosen w ? O" ?? up?have a good time?and make her have one; and keep it up this afternoon. I'm so anxious for you to And | something to interest and occupy you?" His glance dropped an instant ; to the papers and law books as though | wishing he had something better with which to occupy himself. "Besides," j he added carelessly, "Francis won't I be here to see what you do?gone off with Srnceins ud somewhere in the hills?big dog-fight up there and Franj cis took four curs, Scroggins two? j they won't be back till night?so go ahead!" But I had caught the back of a chair. "Dog-fight?" I said faintlv. "Frances ; up in the hills?and?and with Scogi gins?" And she had only left me a half-hour ago! j "Why, certainly!" he said wearily, J- A :iO T 4-^11 almost tesniy. wuat, ui n; a icn you you've got to get your ideas all ! readjusted about Francis. What's the { matter with the dog-fight?" j "So?so surprised," I faltered; "so unexpected, you know!" } "Poof!"?and he pushed me out | through the doorway?"I never face ! anything unexpected in that quarter!" But I think he would have, if he had ! followed me across into the diningroom and Jhad faced, as I did? j FrancesT* "So glad you didn't go to the dogfight!" I said presently, beaming i across at her delightedly. Her sweet lips glowed at me as bet* I dainty fingers poised the tiny trident i before her lips. Jove, how I envied j that jolly oyster! Then she smiled witchingly, teasingly. "It wasn't because I didn't have an : invitation," she responded archly. 1 knew! That beast, Scoggins! ( "Umph," grunted the frump, seated ! on the curve between us. "I verily ; believe Francis would go to any1 thing!" i I scowled?couldn t help it, dash it! ' And Frances saw, and (kicked her | head, biting her lip and blushing, i ! could nave cnoKea tne irump ior so , embarrassing her! Yet the woman did try to be pleasant to me. "Did you ever find a pearl in an i oyster, Mr. Lightnut?" she asked. "By Jove, no!" I said, staring at her ! for the fool question. For who could ever lose a pearl in a jolly oyster, don't you Know? Ana yet, me next ! instant: "I have!" said my darling, glancing up at me the oddest way. "Have you, Frances?"?the frump faced her interestedly. "You should examine with a microscope the interstratifications of calcareous matter and animal membrane." My beauty looked down at her plate. "i am examining it," she said gravelv. "and microscopically. Probably shall this afternoon." But she didn't! No, by Jove, we were together almost all -the after-! noon, though we never could get away J from the frump?dash it, she just took i charge of us. And it was the same again in the evening. By Jove, it was disgusting?really, that's the j only word to use?the way that woman assumed toward everybody the air of expect-to-be-mistress-here-some-day. and-might-as-well-begin-now! Once she did break away rrom us for fifteen minutes while she went up j to see how Jack was. She came back I much relieved. "He was so glad to see me," she said, "and he kissed me twice. We had such an interesting discussion .about the amaebae." I I "Tho what?" askwl Frances. "The amoebae?tiny animalcules, don't you know, that have the power of changing their form and appearance. Jacky thinks that perhaps man, too, in the process of time and evolu-; tion might scientifically acquire this?" "How silly!" laughed my darling. And I thought so too. Of course if a man looked like himself once, he would always look like himself. Any | fool knew that! Later, the judge came to my room, accompanied by Wilkes with some Heidelberg punch, frappe. "Couldn't leave you out of this," he i said genially; "besides, wanted to ; toast your first night under the roof ! of Wolhurst! "Hope they're making you comfort-1 able," he went on. "Infernal shame, | ! T.ichtnnt that T'va had to necrlAot. vou ! ? , ? so; so absurdly busy, you know?you understand?" I pretended to, for I knew he wanted me to think that, but I had heard the butler tell the frump that the judge was reading. "Don't expect to retire at all," he continued; "and then there's my promise to my poor boy?I must keep that somehow; never failed on a promise i In my life?I mean, you know, about ; wearing his new pajamas." He shook his head sadly. ! "T' be sure!"?and I swallowed | hard?Jove, but the very word, "pajamas," gave me cold marrows! "And, my boy, I haven't forgotten my promise to you, either," he continued, smiling kindly and replenishing my glass to the brim. "I'm still going to have a word with Francis to: night?that is, if they ever get back from that infernal dog-fight?I want to pave the way for you, you know." "Thanks, awfully!" I murmured nervously. Snmohnw T fplt mean?alwavs hate to feel mean, dash it?felt almost like | a jolly cad, In fact. Couldn't tell him ! how far Frances and I had progressed | already; he might take it out on her, I you know. And then, to find out that he didn't know she hadn't gone to the i dog-fight after all! ' "Well," he sighed, "I will manage it all somehow, even about the pa; jamas. Perhaps, when the house is quiet, I may?here, have another?oh, j yes, you must!?won't hurt you; only | a pint or so of rum in the whole mix ture. Fine, isn't it? Yes, I think Wilkes is certainly an artist when it j comes to a nightcap. Now, let me fill yours again?oh, yes!"?and he did it?"Won't hurt a baby?make you sleep tight, you know!" | And, by Jove, I had to go it! "Well?" he shifted as if to go, and ; sent me a smile over his glass's rim, j "pleasant dreams!" i And then the door closed behind our j "good nights." Jenkins was studying me somberly. "Yes, sir," he said presently, when I had made comment about the bully I punch. And that was about all I could get out of him, until he was ready to push out the light. Then he addressed me gloomily: "Good night, sir," he said with a sickly, feeble smile, "I hope you'll | sleep well; and?" he coughed faint' ly?"and?er?wake up ? h'm ? all right!" "Frisky as a?",I bunched my head I sleepily into the pillow?"as a jolly?" j But the idea wouldn't cornel. T ?lot If crr\ IMgUli X lliUlUiUl CU) uuu c" ! at that! | (TO BE CONTINUED) j CLAUDE ALLEN GUILTY. - -?J| Of Murder in Secoad Degree for Killing Judge. j - ?. ' ;* Wytheville, Va., June 1.?After de! liberating two hours and a half, the jury in the trial of Claude Swanson Allen this afternoon found him guilty of murder in the second degree for i1-- isiti T.. ,1 rnv. T H/fo.2_ Lae Killing ui j uugc i uyi iuuii j-j. sie. They recommended that his pun ishment be fixed at fifteen years in 'the State penitentiary at Richmond. Sentence was suspended in order that the prisoner may testify in the : trial of others charged with shooting up the Carroll county cour on March 114 last, when five persons were killed i bv the Allen clan. ! Other Cases Against Claude. ! Four other indictments against Claude Allen are pending, on any one of which he may be found guilty of ~ ^ HP.Vi/ * -rvr*/vo/^r?n firv n 111 I UCgl CtJ 1UU1UC1. JL uc pi vo^v/uuvu taking advantage of this fact, sprung a surprise 011 the defence when it anj nounced that it would next go into tht? i trial of Claude Allen for the murder ; of Sheriff Lewis Webb. The defence j raised objection to this and the objection will be argued and passed upon . j when court reconvenes July 1. Sow is (he time to subscrib to The j Herald and Sews, $1.50 a year. , XOTICE OF SALE OF PERSONAL PROPERTY. Notice is hereby given that I will sell for cash, to the highest bidder, at public outcry, in the town of Whit- j mire, S. C., on the 5th day of June,! 1912, the personal property seized by me as Sheriff on the 17th day of Feb- i ruary, 1912, in Claim and Delivery j Action of the American Type Founders Company against A. A. Young, trading and doing business as tne Whitmire New3, and Z. H. Suber, Chairman, consisting of: 1 6-col. Country Campbell Rebuilt Press, Repair Xo. 304, Serial No. 4258. 1 11x17 Rebuilt Gordon Job Press, Repair Xo. 302, Serial No. 21. 1 23 1-4 Rebuilt Reliance Cutter, Re pair No. 321. Also Galleys, Cases, Points, Rules, Leads, Picas, Planes, Sticks, Decorators, Quoins, Chases, Quads, Furniture, and all the printing outfit formerly used by the Whitmire News of Whitmire, S. C. / Said sale is made uoon an order of Hon. Frank B. Gary, Judge of the Eighth Circuit, of date the 8th day of May, 1912. M. M. BUFORD, Sheriff of Newberry County. WIffTHROP COLLEGE SCHOLARSHIP AND ENTRANCE EXAMINATION. The examination for the award of vacant scholarships in Winthrop Col I lege ana ior tne aanussiun 01 new students will be held at the County Court House on Friday, July 5, at a. m. Applicants must be not less than 115 years of age. When scholarships | are vacant after July 5 they will be awarded to those making the highest average at this examination, provided they meet the conditions governing the j award. Applicants for scholarships should write to President Johnson beI fore the examination for Scholarship i examination blanks. i Scholarships are worth $100 and free tuition. ' The next session will open September 18, 1912. For further information and catalogue, address President D. B. Johnson, Rock Hill, S. C. BANKRUPT SALE OF REAL ESTATE In the District Court of the United States, for the Western District of 'South Carolina. Ex parte, Miss Bertha Wadsley, Petitioner, in the matter of Miss Nannie J. Simpson, Bankrupt. DECREE OF SALE. Bv virtu a of a. decreA in bankruDtcy I in the above matter notice is hereby 1 given that I will sell on the first Monday in June, it being the 3rd day of June, 1912. before the court house door in the town and county of Newberry, S. C., at 11.30 o'clock a. m., the following described real estate, to-wit: All that lot or parcel of land with building thereon situate, lying and be|ing in the town of Prosperity, county j of Newberry, and State of South CaroI Una, containing one acre, more or less, j and bounded on the ^orth by Washingj ton street, and on the east by other ! property of the said Miss Nannie J. Simpson and on the south by lands of the estate of Mrs. Rosa Duncan, ami on the west by McNary street, the ^same being the former home of Miss , Nannie J. Simpson. The said property will be sold for cash to the highest bidder for the purpose of paying the mortgage indebtedness as providj ed for in the decree in the above matj ter. 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