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H iins play, the ||? changes, read- 19 ely WRIGLEY'S gfi . DOUBLEMINT. I FRUIT, and the IB do a turn." KM 2n nightly by about |^H om all over the world. H DISTRICT COURT OF THE UNITED STATES. Eustern District of South Carolina. In Bankruptcy. In the matter of C. A. Baker and W. A. (iantt, individually, and as copartners doinn; business under the firm name and style of Peoples Druvr Company, Bankrupts. Pursuant to the order of Robert J. Kirk, Esquire. Referee in Bank ruptcy, directed to mc and dated January 22d, 1920, I will offer for sale at public auction, in the town pf Jefferson, South Carolina, at the store house formerly occupied by " the said Peoples Drug Company, on Monday, the 2.3d day of Feb^ ruary, 1920, at 11 o'clock in the ' forenoon, the following lots, pieces * and parcels of real estate hereinafter described, to wit: 1. A lot in the town of Jefferson, i- Chestefteld county, South Carolina, n with double brick store building thereon, lately occupied by C. A. r' Baker and W. A. Gantt as Peoples Drug Company: dimensions lifty toO) feet frontage on Main Street by one hundred ninety-three (193) feet depth, Bounded North by premises of R. B. Miller and another adjoining lot of the said Baker & (inatt; East by Main Street, South by premises of G. W. Gregory and West by an alley. 2. Alio, a lot in the town of Jefferaon, Cheater field. County, 8. C., lately Ztf ...I " ! " :?il ? v ? I ive an assortment of parts or a Ford One Ton Truck ie?each according to its irts now in your car, and i machinery, spt,. 'ally def your repair work?from echanics who will do the n and who know the Ford give Ford service hut we is easy to understand that Ford Cars?Come to au- ' dependable repairs. It ompany f C. A. Baker and W. A. Gantt, bounded North by premises of Nicholson & Son, East by Main St., on which is has a frontage of seven (7) feet, and premises of R. B. Miller, South by premises of R. B. Miller and lot with store buildings lately occupied by Peoples Drug Company, and West by an alley. 3. Also, a lot in the town of Jefferson, Chesterfield County, S. C., lately occupied by W. A. Gantt, dimensions one hundred (100) feet by one I hundred ninety-three (193) feet, | Bounded North by premises Mrs. Mary Evans, East by Main St., South by premises of C. T. Fletcher, and West by an alley. 4. Also, a lot with the residence of W. A. Gantt thereon, in the town of Jefferson, Chesterfield County, S. C., containing one acre more or less, at the corner of Elizabeth and Maxton Streets; bounded North by other premises of W. A. Gantt, East by premises of W. W. Miller, South byElizabeth Street and West by Maxton Street. 5. Also, a lot in the town of Jefferson, Chesterfield county, S. C., and adjacent to the above described residence lot of W. A. Gantt, containing two and one-fifth (2 1-5) acres more or less, bounded North by lands of J. L. Lowry's Estate, East by W. M. Miller and the residence lot of W. A. Gantt, West by W. M. Miller and Allen Miller. C. Also, a tract of land in Chesterfield county. S.C.. known as th< Bird Place, containing one hundred twenty-nine acres (129) more or less, bounded North by lands of S. M. Jordan; East by Brewer Mine lands; South by Public Road and West by Lynches River. 7. Also a tract of land known asthe Sycamore Farm, in Chesterfield County, S. C., containing Five hundred seventy-one (571) acres more or less, bounded on the North by lands of Dorsey Jackson and A. J. Kirkley; East by Allsbrook lands; South by lands of P. C. Campbell; West by lands of Dorsey Jackson and Sarah Sullivan; the same conveyed by J. N. McLauchlin, J. P. Dabney and R. A. Griffith to W. A. Gantt. 8. Also a lot in the town of Jefferson, Chesterfield County, S. C., on which is located the residence of C. A. Baker, dimensions fifty (50) feet by one hundred ninety-three (198) feet, bounded North by premises of J. F. Hurtmun, East by Main Street; South by Presbyterian Manse, West by lands of estate of J. L. Lowry. I 9. Also, a lot in Fairview suburb! | of the town of Jefferson, Chesterfield County, S. C., dimensions fifty (50) feet by one hundred ninety-three feet. 10. Also, lots numbers 18 and 19, Block No. 1, as shown on Plat made Kw u f- I--. l- ? - ... u. iiukiiuii, jr.. Ill SUOUTD OI Jefferson, known as Shannon Place, property of W. A. Gantt. The said tracts and lots above dci scribed shall be sold for cash and ' free from all liens; and all liens thereon shall be transferred to the proceeds of sale for distribution, as the same may be hereafter ordered by this Court. J. C. MILLER, Trustee in Bankruptcy. NOTICE On the 9th day of February, I will apply to the Probate Court for a dis| charge as administratrix of the estate [ of J. W. Johnson, deceased. Jan. 5, 1920. p LEONA JOHNSON, Administratrix DISCHARGE NOTICE On the 8th of March, 1920, I will apply to the Probate Court of this County for a discharge as Administratrix for the Estate of II. E. Gulled?e, deceased. February 2, 1920. p Allie L. Gulledge, Administratrix. ^ |! Crooked i; i| Trails and :: II Straight jj i ?: By ::i i' * .. * * i I ;; William MacLeod Raine ' ; | ! | Ot|/i1|k(, ?r W (MlUashasi OompftlT ) ) ??00*"?0 ? ?? ? ? ? 3YNOPSI8. Part I. CHAPTER I.?Adventurous and reckless, rather than criminal, and excited by liquor. Curly Flandrau and his chum. Mac. both practically mere buys, beep me Involved In a horse-stealing adventure. Disposing of the stolen stock In the town of Saguache, Arts., the band separates, i Curly and his partner staying In town. 1 They are awakened and told a posse Is In town In pursuit of them. They elude their pursuers. Overtaken next day, Mao i Is killed by the posse and Curly made captive, after he has shot one and himself been wounded. The man shot Is " Luck Culllson. CHAPTER 11.?Culllson's friends all j cattlemon, determine to lynch Curly as t an example to cattle thieves. With the rope around his neck he Is saved by the l Intervention of Kate Culllson. Luck's uaugnier. a CHAPTER III. " The Culllsone, and Laura London. | * Curly was awakened by the sound ?. of the cook boating the call to break- * fast on a triangle. Buck was standing beside the bed. i "How're they coming this glad t mo'ning, son?" he Inquired with a . grin. j "Fine and dandy," grinned back Flandrau. "How Is Oulllson?" | 8 "Good as the wheat, doc says. Mighty c lucky for Mr. C. Flandrau thut he Is. . Say, I'm to be yore valley and help you Into them clothes. Git a wiggle on you." t ? Buck escorted his prisoner over to the runch messhouse. The others had ' finished breakfast but Maloney wus ' still eating. His mouth was full of hot cakes, but he nodded across at 11 Curly In a casual friendly way. "How's the villain in the pluy this ' mo'ning?" he inquired. Twenty-one usually looks on the j cheerful side of life. Curly had for- 1 gotten for the moment about what j had happened to his friend Mac. He did not remember that he was In the ^ shadow of a |*enltentiary 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 wus before hiin. For ^ the present these were enough. ^ "Me, I'm feeling a heup better than ^ I was last night," he admitted. ' '.'Came pretty near losing you out of t the cast, didn't we?" a "Might n-turned out that way If the stage manager had not remembered c the right cue In time." jl The heart of the prisoner went out j to this man who wus reaching a hand j, to him In his trouble. He had always known that Maloney was true and t steady as a snubbing post, but he had not looked for any kindness from him. ^ "Kite Just got a telephone message t from Saguache," the Bar Double M man went on easily. "Your friends t that bought the rustled stock didn't " get away with the goods. Seems they c stumbled Into u bunch of rurales unex- t pected and had to pull their freight sudden." e "Make their getaway?" Curly In- * quired as Indifferently as he could, i But In spite of himself a note of eager- ? ness crept Into his voice. For If the men had escaped that would be two ' ^ less witnesses against him. ; j, "Yep." ! 1 "Too bad. If they hadn't I could 'j have proved by them I was uot one of ' I the men who sold them the stock." t Flur.drnu replied. "Like h? you could." Buck snorted * then grinned at his prisoner In a t shame-faced way: "You're a good one, | son." Jake stuck his head In at the door. ' "Buck, you're needed to help with j , them two-year-olds. The old man wants M to have a talk with the rustler. Doc , says he may. Maloney, will you take him up to the house?" I ( Maloney had once ridden for the ( Circle C and was friendly with all the i ^ men on the place. He nodded. "Sure." i A Mexican woman let them Into the ! t chamber where the wounded man lay. I Kate was bending over the bed re- ! k arranging the pillows, but she looked j 1 up quickly when the two men entered, i t Her eyes were still gentle with the , ti love that had been shining down from | I them upon her father. n Oulllson si>oke. "Sit down, Dick." t And to his prisoner: "You too." e Flandrau saw close at hand for the I first time the man who had been Art- ( zona's moat famous fighting sheriff. * Luck Culllson was well-built and of * medium height, of a dark complexion, r cleun shaven, wiry and muscular. Al- * ready past fifty, he looked not a day ^ more than forty. One glance was 6 enough to tell Curly the kind of man * this was. The power of him found ex- Y presslon In the gray ateel-chllled eyee ' that bored Into the young outlaw. | v "You huve begun early, young fel- ^ low," he said quietly. "But never mind H that. I don't ask you to convict yourself. I sent for yon to tell you I don't blame you for this." He touched the wound In his side. "Different with your boys, sir." "8o the boys are a little excited, are they T" "They were last night, anyhow," Curly answered, with a glimmer of a smile. Culllson looked quickly at Maloney and then at his daughter. "I'll listen to what you've been hiding from me," he told them, "Oh, the boys had notions. Mlas Kate argued with them and they saw things different," the Bar Double Id rider explained. But Culllson would not let It go at that. He made them tell him the whole story. When Ourly and Maloney had finished he burled his daughter's little hand In his big brown fist. His eyes were dancing with pride, but he gave her not a word of spoken praise. Kate spoke to Ourly. "rather wants me to tell you that we don't Maine you him v< undamand ' You Have Begun Early, Young Fellow," He Said Quietly. < ust how It wai. Your friend got ex- < dted and Bhot as soon as he saw he vas surrounded. We are both very ( lorry he was killed. Father could not | itop the boys In time. Perhaps you re- i nember that he tried to get you to ] lurrender." The rustler nodded. "Yes, I heard i dm holler to me to put my gun down, i >ut the others bluzed away at me." "And so you nuturally defended 'ourself. Father wants It made clear hat he feels you could have done nothng else." | "Much obliged. I've been sorry ever ince I hit him, and not only on my iwu account." "Then none of us need to hold hard . eellngs." The girl looked at her fa-1 her, who answered her appeal with a ;riru nod, and then she turned again o the young rustler a little timidly. "I L'nnifpr If vnn uraiilH nilnH if T ool/n/l 'ou a question." "You've earned the rlKht to ask as nany as you like." "It's about? We have been told ou know the man they call Soapy tone. Is thnt true?" Flandrau's eyes took on a stony look, t was as If something had sponged all he boyishness from his face. Still tryng to get him to give away his particrs In the rustling, were they? Well, le would show them he could take his nedlcine without squealing. "Your boys were asking that quesIon ubout Soapy last night. They had i rope round my neck at the time. Nothing unfriendly In the mutter, of ourse. Just a casual Interest in my ioiugs." Culllson was looking ut him with he steel eyes that bored Into him like gimlet. Now he spoke sharply. "I've got an account running with ionpy Stone. Some day I'll settle It, Ikely. But thnt ain't the point now. )o you know his friends?the bunch ie trails with?" Weariness still seemed to crouch In he cool eyes of Flandrau. "And If I say yes, I'll bet your next uestfo* will be about the time and he place I last saw them." Kute picked up a photograph from he table and handed it to the prisoner. 'We're not Interested In his friends? (xcept one of them. Did you ever see j he boy that snt for that picture?" The print was a snapshot of a boy ibout nineteen, n bright-faced handoine fellow, n little sulky uround the nouth but with a pair of straight houtat eyes. Curly shook his bend slowly. Yet he vas vuguely reminded of some one ho ;new. Glancing up, he found Instanty the clue to what had puzzled him. Che young man lu the picture was like Cate Culllson, like her father, too, for hat matter. "lie's your brother." The words vere out before Flandrau could atop hem. "Yes. You've never met him?" "No." Culllson had been watching the 'oung man steudtly. "Never suw hlui vlth Soapy Stone?" "No." "Never heard Stone sneak of Sam ?ulllson?" "No. Sonpy doesn't talk much about vho his friends are." The ex-sherlfT nodded. "I've met dm." Of course he had met him. Curly ;new the story of how In one drive he lad made a gather of outlaws that had rought fame to him. Sonpy had troken through the net. hut the sheriff lad followed him Into the hills alone md run him to earth. What passed tetween the men nobody ever found ait. Stone had rep>atedly given It out hat he could not be taken alive. Hut hilllson hud brought him down to the alley bound and cowed. In due sea- . on the bandits had gone over the oud to Yuma. Soupy mid the others lad sworn to get their revenge some lay. Now they were hack In the hills it their old tricks. W'ns It possible hat Culllson's son was with them, 'aught In a trap during some drunken rollc Just as Curly had been? In what vay could Stone pay more fully the lebt of hate he owed the former herllf than by mnkiiig his son a vllaln? 1 The little doctor came briskly Into 1 he room. ; "Everybody out but the nurse, i fou've had company enough for one lay, Luck," he announced cheerily. Kate followed Maloney and his prls>ner to the porch. "About the letters of your friend I hat was shot," she said to Curly. 'Doctor Brown was telling me what rou said. I'll see they reach Miss Anlerson. Do you know In what resaurant ?he works?" "No. Mac didn't tell me." The boy fulped to swallow an unexpected lump n his throat. "They was expecting to ' pt married soon." "I?I'll write to her," Kate promised, ter eyes misty. "I'd be obliged, miss. Mac was a food boy. Aftyone will tell you that, tnd he was awful fond of her. He alked about her that last night before he camp Ore. Bad companions got ! ilm going wrong, but he sure would live settled down Into a good man. I Chat's straight goods, too. You write j strong." Tw cb?ni?a my mind, rn not write but go to see her." Curly could only look bis thanks. Words seemed strangely Inadequate. But' Kate understood the boy's unspoken wish and nodded her head reassuringly as he left the room. Kite Bonflls and Aluloney took Curly back to Saguache and turned him over to Sheriff Bolt. "How about ball?" Maloney asked. The sheriff smiled. He was a long lean leather-fuced inan with friendly eyes from which humorous wrinkles radiated. "Oh, say two thousand." "You're on." "What I" A cow-puncher with fifty dollars two weeks after pay day was n rarity. No wonder Bolt was surprised. "It's not my money. Luck Culllson Is going ball for him," Maloney explained. "Luck Culllson I" Maloney's words had surprised the exclamation from Curly. 'Why should the owner of the Circle C of all men go ball for him? The shprlff commented dryly on the Tact "I thought this kid was the one that shot him." "That was Just a happenstance. Curly shot to save his bacon. Luck don't hold any grudge." Bolt belonged to the political party opposed to Culllsoii. lie had been backed by Cass Fendrlck, a sheepman In feud with the cnttle Interests and in particular with the Circle C outfit. But he could not go back on bis word. lie and Maloney called together on the district attorney. An hour later Dick returned to the Jail. "It's all right, kid," he told Curly. "You can shake off the dust of Saguache from your hoofs till court meets In September." To Ftnndruu the news seemed too good for the truth. Less than twentyfour hours ago he had been waiting for the end of the road with a rope around his neck. Now lie was free to slip u saddle on his pony Keno and gallop off as soon as he pleased. While he and Moloney were sitting opposite each other at the New Orleans Hash House waiting for a big stenk wth onions he asked questions. "I don't savvy Cullison's play. Whyfor Is he digging up two thousand for me? How does he know I won't cut my stick for Mexico? Do you suppose Miss Kate tnade him?" "I rockon maybe she Influenced him. But why did she? You don't figure that curly topknot of yours Is disturbing bor dreams any, do you?" "Qoit your Joshing and tell me wbyr "f can't toil you for sure. But here's sr foes*. Don't cost you a cent If you ain't satisfied with It. First off. there wus poor Mae shot by the Circle C boys. Course Muc was a horse thief, but then he was a kid, too. That worried the little girl some. She got to thinking about Brother Sam and how he might be In the same lix one of these days us you ure now. He's on her mind a good deal, Sam is. Same wuy with the old man too, I reckon, though he don't say much. Well, she decided Soapy Stone had led you astray like he's doing with Sam. It got to worrying her for fear her brother might need a friend some time. So she handed over her worry to the old man und made him dig up for you." ihats about It. Tell me wluit you If iow of Sain." { Sam Is ull right, but he has got off rong foot first, lie and the old man got to kind of disagreeing, for the kid wus a wild colt. Come by It honestly from the old man, too. Well, they hail a row one time when Sum got Into trouble. Luck told him he never wanted to see him uguin. Sam lit out, and next folks knew he wus trailing with Soapy's gang." "Looks like some one ought to be able to pry him loose from that buncli," Curly mused aloud. Moloney grinned across at him. lou try it, son. You've always led u good pious life. He sure would listen to you." He had said It as a Jest, but Curly dl?l not laugh. Why not? Why shouldn't he hunt up Sum and let him know bow his folks were worrying about him? He was footloose till September und out of a Job. For he could not go buck to the Map of Texas with his hat In his hand and a repentant whine on his lips. Why not hike Into tile hills and round up the boy? Damn If 1 don't take a craek at It." 1 be man on the other side of the table stared at him. "Meaning that, are you?" "Yep." Might he some lively If Soapy gets wise to your Intentions," he suid In a casuul sort of way. I don't aim to declare them out loud." J hat was all they said about It at that time. The rest of the evening was devoted to pleasure. Since their way was one for several REDUCI! COST OF We are endeavoring to aid the high cost of motoring, "Wh high," whether they be motorin and we are prepared to do this FIRST?We have reduced SECOND?We have emp who have a personal interest ir, THIRD?We use only the tamable. We handle the Famous G a difference in the running and We handle MICHELIN World's Best," fully guaranteec Also we handle LEHIGH guaranteed for 5,000 miles, ant Tube, at a very low price?gua tube in its place. When in need of anything convinced. REMEMBER?Our motto The Cheste And Suppl THelr ponies a rnbled "a 1 ong side at the easy gait characteristic^! I the Southwest. . Your plHlnsinan Is n tuclturc/ Inrtl-^^H vldual. These two rodo for an hour ^1 without exchanging a syllable. At Willow Wash their ways diverged. They purted with the casual "So-long; see you later." Curly was striking for the hendwatere of Dead Cow creek, where Soupy Stone had a horse ranch. About W? 0 clock ho reached a little purk la the hills, In the middle of which, by a dry creek, luy a runch. The young man at first thought the place was deserted for the day, but when he called a girl appeared at the door. She was a young person of soft curves and engaging dimples. Beneath the brown cheeks of Arizona was a pink that came and went very attractively. Curly took off his dusty gray hat. "I'll Bet I'm Too Late to Draw Any j Dinner." | "IJuenos tnrdes, senorlta 1 I'll bet I'm too late to draw any dinner." "Buenos, senor," she answered promptly. "I'll hot you'd lose your money. You can wash over there by the pump. There's a towel on the fence." She disappeared Into the house and Curly took care of his horse, washed, and sauntered hack to the porch. He could stuell potatoes frying and could hear the sizzling of ham and eggs. While he ate, the girl llitted In and out. soft-tooted and graceful, replenishing his plate from time to time. Presently he discovered that her father was away Jiunting strays on Sunk creek, that the nearest neighbor i was seven miles distant and that Stone's ranch was ten miles farther up Dead Cow. "Rver meet n lad called Sam Culllsoti?" the guest asked carelessly. . Curly was hardly prepared to see the color whip Into her cheeks or to meet the quick stabbing look she fastened on him. "Y'ou're looking for him, are you?" Bho said. "Do you know him?" He shook his head.* She looked at him very steadily before she spoke again. "You haven't met him yet, but you want t<x Is that It?" "That's It." "Will you have another egg?" F*lnndrnu laughed. "No, thnuks. Staying up at Stone'g, Is he?" "IIow should I know who's stavln* at Stone's?" It was quite plnln she did not Intend to tell anything that would hurt young Cullison. "Are you expecting to step In the hills long?or Just visiting?" "Yes," Curly answered, with his | most Innocent blank look. "Yes which?" I "Why, whichever you like, Miss London A'hut's worrying you? If you'll i. . me plain out I'll know how to answer you." "So you know my name?" "Anything strange about that? The | Bar 1)1) is the London brand. I saw | your calves In the corral with their 1 thinks still sore. Naturally I assume 1 the young lady I meet here Is .Miss l Laura London." "What do you want with Sam Culi lison? Are you friendly to him? or I aren't you?" "Ladies first. Are you friendly to him? Or aren't you?" < Curly smiled gayly across the table at her. A faint echo of his pleasantry began to dimple the confers of mouth. Both of them relaxed to peu^r^^T| of laughter, and neither of them quite " knew the cause of their hilarity. m "Oh, you!" she reproved when she ' had sutllciently recovered. 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