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?GIRLA AND/ ^COSYRTG HTBY CHARLE (Coniituad from last week) CHAPTER 'XI. An Ar - tie Bath. It'a an old saying that coming events have a knack of foreshadowing them- ! selves. . While I was struggling into , ray clothes and reviving that overnight determination to have It out with Bullet-ton the minute 1 should lay eyos upon him, It struck me all at once that I the house was curiously quiet. To be J sure, somebody was stirring and the I breakfast was cooking, but the premonition that something had happened was strong upon me when I descended the ladder. Ib the living: room I found a mighty , sober-faced old Daddy putting breakfast on the table. "It's Just you and me for It, this mornln', Staunle," he muttered, laying plates for two; and his mild old eyes looked as If they were about to take a bath. "Whatl" I exclaimed. "Has Rullerton gone?" "Uh-huh; bright and early?'fore day, I reckon; leastwise, 1 didn't hear him when he went." "But where's Jeanle? She Isn't sick, lis she?" He shook his head dolefully. "No; slie-^she's gone, too." "Not with Bullerton?" 1 gasped. "It sure does look that-away, Stunsile. She left ? 11*1' note on the tnlOe j, "No, Sh?'? Gone, Too." for roe, a-te'Mn' me not to worry none, and aayln'. 1 needn't look for her till I taw her ag in. At first 1 could hardly believe my own ears. It was ho Incredibly out of keeping with Jeunie cm I had been Idealizing her. "Are you going after them?" I demanded. "Wliat for?" was the desi>ondent query, ' 'fafn't a morsel o* use, any . way v<t look at it. Jennie's a woman growed. and she don't have to have the old daddy aay she ran. 'r she mustn't. Besides, they, wbp ptohubly pitch In' out to catch one o' thi early trains?there's one each way. east and weat-^-and them trains 've been gone a couple o' hours." Daddy had done ?'s best with the breakfast, but I don't recall any meal of my life that ever came so near rhnklnor n\? I tola Tta<1/tu ahnnt th? smashing of the machinery, and the proof I had that It had been a piece of sabotage. "Reckon maybe he allowed you'd find out he done it and try a dogfall 'r aomethln' with hlni to pay him buck?" Daddy queried. "I don't know," I confessed. I went on eating in silence, or rather trying to eat, and turning over the puzzling and bad-tasting questionings In my mind. (low could Jennie go off with Rullerton, knowing him to be the scamp he was? And why, If she had been meaning all along to do tills thing, had she blocked his game by telling me that I wasn't to sell him the Cinnabur? It was in the midst of these reflections that I chanced to feel in the coat pocket where J hud been currying the deed turned 'over to me by Daddy jHlram; and for the second time that morning I nearly choked. The pocket \wus empty! "What's hit you now, son?" Daddy inquired; seeing my Jaw drop, I sup- { poae. "The Jast thing there wns In the bo* . ftltnl PAitlfl full nut nntl lilt mw M I ?ntt?. gled. "Iinllerton lias stolen my deed to the Ciiuuhur!" "The mischief he has! Plum sure ( .you hain't lost It out o' your pocket?" We made sure, without the loss of at moment; looking in my loft sleepingiplace and In the mine hulhlliiKs. The deed was gone, safely enough, and we tooth agreed that Hullerton had had plenty of chaqccs to steal It. Wearing overclothes while 1 was working about | the machinery, I hnd often left my , ?oat hanging In the eahln. As a matter of fact, I hadn't worn It at all on the previous duy. i "Well, Daddy," said I, after the pro- ' longed search had proved futile, i "where does this leave me?" Threshing the facts out, we aoon found where It left me. Grandfather , * ? * i "i ' 3g=aat=aatt-g i =alei HORSE d)OGj S^CRI BN E R'S-SONS as it had l>een probated; there was Bo need* of It because he had already deeded the Cinnabar to me?and at the time of his deatli it was no longer among his assets. ..Moreover, his lawyers ad told Uulierton (according to llullerton's story told me in the I'ullman smokerooni) that there wus no record of any mining transaction ? murwi nir* iiivreiDre, in the absence of the memorandum which my grandfather had given Cousin Percy?and wWcli Percy hud doubtless carried w^th ldiu to China?there wan nothing hut the deed to show for my ownership; absolutely nothing. At that, the loss of the de<# wouldn't have keen fatal If the document had been properly recorded. It hadn't been. And now, with the unrecorded deed gone, there was nothing to prove that I hud ever owned the Cinnabar. The loss was total?with no Insurance. ? Paddy Illruni was shaking his head sorrowfully after we hud run this last hunch of straw through the threshing machine. With things looking as hlue as the bluest whetstone that ever cittked upon scythe, we tried to settle upon . some Hue of notion. Copah was the county seat, and the obvious first step would have been for me to go there for a search In the county records for evidence of the sale of the mine to my grandfather. Itut the minute 1 should show myself on the railrimd, I'd he nahhed for the theft of that Infernnl Inspection car. Dnddy offered to go In in} jdace, hut that alternative didn't appeal to me at all. I knew perfectly | well how helpless he'd be In any such lawyerlike search as would have to he j made lr? the county recorder's olHce. P.elng stopped off short In every other direction, we tlnally gravitated over to the shaft-house and went to work in an aimless sort of fashion gathering up the wreckage of the smashed gear train and putting things shipshape again. With steam up, we turned the machinery over a few times, just to see that everything was In working order again, and I threw In 'lie clutch of the centrifugals, merely for the satisfaction of hearing the flood rushing through the outlet. When the pumps were going at full speed I went to look down the shaft. As hefore, when we had run the pumps for a week on end, there was a slight disturbance of the water, hut nothing more. My makeshift flont-nnd-puUey gauge showed no change in the level. ii iri-Hk nmion seized me that I'd like to know Just what was going 011 down In those Mack depths Into which the suction pities of the big pumps led. "Daddy, I'm going to try to find out something," I declared and forthwith began to strip my clothes off. "We've seen the water coming out at the other end of things, and now, hy Oeorge, i mean to make sure that It's going In at this end." He didn't try very hnrd to dissuade me, and a minute or so later I was crawling down the shaft ladder in the habiliments that old Mother Nature gave me. It was my first exploration of the shaft, and I was surprised to find It so well and tightly timbered; "boxed" is the better word, since the timbering was really a substantial wooden box built wtihiu the square outllniuga of the pit. Common sense told me that this must have been done to prevent the caving In of the sides; and eftei-wnrd I remembered wondering, at the time, that the shuft should have l.een sunk In caving tentorial when the remainder of the bench npon Which the buildings stood appeared to be little else thou solid rock. By feeling with a free foot I could ! determine that the pump suction pipes | ncui vu iuu iHrxner. and men me ' real adventure began. The ladder | suddenly gave out. quit, ended. There | were no more rounds below the one , upon which I was standing. Thut he- j Ing the case, there was nothing for It hut to dive, feet foremost, and taking a deep breath, I let go of the ladder and began to swiui downward. Almost before I realized It I was fighting desperately for dear life. One of the hlg suction pipes had taken hold of a foot and leg, like a tentacle of an enormous octopus, and I was unable to get loose. After all, It was Daddy Hiram who ' saved my life. Suddenly the thunder , of the pumps, magnified a thousand- J fold for me In that icy pit of death, ' stopped short and the mechanical squid let go of ray leg. With lungs bursting I shot to the surface and j weaxiy clutched the Jndder. Framed In the square of daylight a dozen feet overhead 1 could see Daddy hanging over the mouth of the pit; saw him and heard his shouted words: "Freeze t to the ladder, boy?I'm a-comln' down after ye!" I was freezing all right. In both senses of the word, but I found breath to warn him back, and presently man- ' aged to crawl up the ladder and roll out upon the shafthouse floor. Instantly the old man pounced upon me, , buffeting, slapping and rubbing, mauling me worse than any Turkish bath pirate would have dared to. It was keen torture, but It turned the trick, , and by the time I was able to breathe ! comfortably again, I had acquired a beautiful spanked blush where I had been blue?all but the great bruise, ring-shaped, where the* suction pipe had bit me. Of course, Daddy waa chock full of sympathy and concern, mixed up with a good bit of cuiioalty. "One of the suctlou pipes," I ex T" * ., . - - _ me. if you hadn't stopped the pumps I'd have heen a gone goose. I was Just bout all^ lis. as it was." "Well, you found out the pumps are suckln' all right, anyhow," he remarked. "They sure are; you'd think so If you'd been where 1 was." Then I began to recall some of those mixed and mingled impressions I had gathered. "What kind of soil is there under this floor. Daddy?" I asked. "Huh!" he snorted; "what soil there is on this here ledge you could mighty ! near put in your eye, I reckon. Taln't nothln' but rock, and blame' linrd rock, at that." "That was my notion. Rut if the slmft is in rock, why did they box it I so strongly with timber? Surely there wouldn't be any danger of a cave in solid stone." "Well, now, I'm dinged I" he returned, musingly. "Long us I've been monkey in' 'round mines and such, It never once come to me to wonder about that!" Speaking of the wooden bulkheadlng renewed thut other ^upresslon, or rather two of them; one of having the feel lug Unit I wus shut la a tight box at the moment of the fiercest struggling, uiul the other of fancying that I had felt u swirling Inrush of the liquid Ice as well as the sucking outrush. But j the recollection was so confused that 1 attached no Importance to It. When ' a man is lighting for his life ten or . twelve i' et under wuter, pipe-drennis | are nothing to the things lie can imagine. It was while we were sitting at the ' shaft-house door, hummeriiig away ul t the old puzzle of why the wuter level ; never varied so much as a fraction of an inch in the shaft, In wet seasons or dry?as Daddy testified It never did? and why the subtraction of two sixincli streams at a velocity sufficient to i stir up a veritable whirlpool at the ! suction intakes should make no im- , ptesslon upon it. that I began to notice the queer actions of the pie-faced collie. Itarney. First he would come ' ayd stick Ills cold nose Into my hand; then lie'd trot over to the cabin and hack, ard .tui.vhe loaf a little way down the rob d inward the bench level. Coming urouiul to -the shaft-house again, he'd ?it he-i-ie Daddy lilram, yawning 11 w let. i I Framed in the Square of Dayliflht I Could See Daddy Hanging Over the Mouth of the Pit. and panting as If lie were waiting Impatiently for us to stop talking and pay some attention to him. "i*ooi old Barney's homesick, and I don't blame him," I said. "I'm feeling a good hit that way, myself, Daddy." j Then to the dog: "Come here, old hoy!" The collie came to lick my hand, and while I was petting him I found a pretty bad gash Just behind one of his oars. "See here, Daddy," I broke out; "the dog's hurt!" We examined the wound and decided at once thllt It U'iiu n/il a l,l?? T? ?? - ? ?. ..Mo ??wv ? unc, ii xrno u bruised cut, looking us If It had been made by some blunt instrument or j weapon. I had a hot-Mash vision of Jtullerton kicking the dog with his ' iron-shod heel in an attempt to drive { him hnck home, and it was so real that ' I couldn't shake it off. When it began to grow dusk in the 1 shaft-house we shut up shop and went 1 over to the cabin to cook our supper. : The dog went along, but evidently with ' reluctance. While we were crossing the dump head he turned back and once more started off down the road toward the bench below, but when he found that we were not following him he came to heel again. Still, neither of us had dog sense enough to guess what was the matter with him. Lhiddy lllrniu and I, being merely stupid humans, were commenting upon ' his queer actions, and laying them to Jennie's absence, when again the dog , started off down the road, looking back and barking when he found that we were still sitting on the doorstep. At that, since even solid Ivory can be j penetrated if the would-be driller of It | stays on the Job long enough, we final- j ly caught on. "Say, Stannle!?he's a-tryln' to tell us to come on!" l>addy exclaimed, starting to his feet. "MethuseJnh-to- . gracious! did it have to take us a hull \ > 1111 n rill' ii ft iM-iiiti ill *o lli'i'ur oil* Mm* much dog talk?" "It hs>ks that way," I admitted; hut now, having "flggered" It out, we made ' no delay. Daddy got his rlID* and cart- j ridge holt, and Johl ino to take Jeanie's ! pistol for myself?which I did. And ! thus equipped we took the trail, Indian-tiling down tlm mountain roud In ' the darkness. Daddy. 11 Irani, with his gun In the crook of Ids left arm, set- j ting the pace, and the ia>Itie running on ahead to point the wtiy. CHAPTER XII. Around Robin Hood's Barn. After we had covered possibly two of the four miles between the Cinnabar and the railroad station, the dog branched off to ttte left along the mountain on a road that was little better than a bridle path through the forest, and which, for the time, kept - "Whrre does this trail go7" "Qlve it time enough, it comes out J at the old Haversack, on G. ?aser J mountain." j ""Ends there, you luenn?" "You Si.id it; far as I know, It ends there." "What Is the Haversack?" "It ahi't nothln', uow. Used to he a gold prospect eight 'r ten year ugo. Never got far enough along to be a mine, they tell me." It was certainly singular tbut the dog should be leudlng us to an abandoned milling project, but Harney seemed to know perfectly well where he was going. In one of the gulch headings there was a patch of wush sand in what was, in wet weather, a runway for water, but which was now only a streamless ravine with a few damp spots in it. Here Daddy called a halt, and while the dog sat down and yawned at us and otherwise manifested his impatience at the delay, the old man gathered a few pine-cones and twigs, struck a match uud lighted,, a Ore, cautioning me meunwhile not to walk on the dump sand patch. I hadn't the slightest idea of what he was driving at. and he didn't expluln; but after the tire had blazed up enough to light the surroundings a hit, he went down upon his hands und knees and began to give an imitation of u man hunting for a dropped piece of money. "It's sort o' queer. Jeanle's been here, and the dog's been back and across n couple o' times, as you can see. ltut Bullerton hasn't crossed here. There's only the one set o' trucks." We made a wider search with a iltMid 111 no tirimih fftr a .rnl, l>iit ??? ? ? ~ I found no other tracks; In fuct, the gulch was gullied so deeply above and helow that there wus no other practicable crossing-place for a horse. If Jeunle had headed for the gulch?and the hoof prints In the sand, and i Duddy's identification of them seemed to prove this pust any question of doubt?she had headed It alone. But why had she been riding alone into the depths of this uninhabited mountain wilderness? Calm and self-contained as he usually was, 1 could see, or rather feel, that Daddy 11 Irani was growing increasingly nervous as we pushed on. I didn't blame hltn; so far front It, I was sharing the nervousness In full measure. What were we going to find at the end of the trail? It must have been ut least two miles beyond the damp sand patch that the dim trail we had been following ended abruptly at the abandoned mining claim spoken of by Daddy Hiram?the llaversack. Tlie starlight was bright enough to show us what there was to be .seen, which wasn't much; a couple of tumble-down shacks, a shed that bad probably been the prospectors' blacksmith shop, and a tunnel mouth that lit d once been securely boarded tip, but from which the hulkheading was now partly fallen away. Once more Duddy hunted for r deao pine branch und lighted a torch. The shucks were empty, of course, and while we did not go into the tunnel, we could see, through the broken bulkheading. that It was half filled with cuved-ln earth and broken stone. Underfoot there was only the coarse gravel of the tunnel spoil, and a full troop of cavalry might have passed over it without leaving any visible trail. Worse thun all, Barney, the piefaced collie, appeared uow to be completely at fault. He - was runuing around In circles with bis nose to the ground; a pretty plain lndlcution that he had lost the trail. "I'll be bat-clawed and owl-hooted if I know what-all to do next," Daddy puzzled. He hadn't any the best of me there, and It was precisely at this point that the split-faced dog took It Into his head to add another snarl to the knotted tangle. After galloping around all over the place half a dozen times, sniffing ut everything In sight, he had tinully come to a stand with his nose ut a crack In the tunnel boarding. The next Instant he had leaped through the hole where the planks had fullen away, and presently we heard hiiu whining and scratching behind the bulkhead. I don't know ?bout Duddy Hiram's heurt, but 1 do know that mine was doing flip-Hups and back somersaults when we ran up to see what the dog had found in the tunnel. For a halfsecond after Daddy thrust his torch through the hole I was afraid to look ?scared stiff at the thought of what I might see. Wren 1 did look, I saw the dog digging frantically at the heap of caved-ln earth, and, of course to my disordered Imagination, the hnJe in which he was burrowing transformed Itself at once into a newly made grave. "Good God!" I gasped; and then: "Look, Daddy?right under your torch !" He looked and staggered hack, and would have dropped the bla/.ing pine branch If I Imiln't caught It from Ids lufuU. For what he saw, and what I had seen, was the unmistakable print. In the soft earth Just inside of the planking, of one of Jeunle's brownleuthor riding-boots. In another half-second we were both In the tunnel and Daddy was heaving the dog aside from the hole he was pawing out 111 the earth fall. Snatching up a broken-handled shovel that the former tunnel drivers had thrown away, the old man flung himself nmdJy upon the dirt pile, and since there was room for only one to work at a HmO I ut/wwl of I.la All.n.n UaI.1 il.? una , * onrvu ill. 111 lliruw II1IU lirill lllf torch. I don't know what he expected to find hidden under the slide, hut I do know what 1 was afraid he was going to find. After all. It was only a flash In the pan, so far as any dreadful discovery was concerned. Inside of five minutes. Daddy, working like a man demented, lad dug the entire cave-In away, and there was nothing to show for the frantic shoveling?less than nothing. Again, I don't know how Daddy felt, hut I'm sure I was able to Itreathe better, the Improvement dating from the moment when it became apparent that the earth heap had grown too small under the shovel stabs to possibly conceal a human body. The collie had followed us and Daddy HI ram scowled down at him. "If that dog could only be like old Gran'pnw Balaam's donkey for a minute or so." he mused. "He saw her 7 Looks us If he wonted to talk nn<l tell us, don't he?" Barney was certainly giving a good imitation of that, or some other anxiety. II'* was frisking about and barking. leaping up now and then to snap at an imaginary fly in the air. Paddy oauprht hhn by his lower Jaw and held bltu Immovable. "(So find her, Barney!" ho commanded; "good dog?go find h r!" T*.c instant lie was released the collie net ed as If he understood perfectly what was wanted of him. Springing aside, he began t<? circle again, nose tn the ground, and within half a mlnu*e ho was oft, this time heading into a dim trail that led away diagonally down the mountain, not in 'he direction af AtTopla, hut rather on the other !?r * * a triangle, one side of which might he the desert edge one the trni we htd followed from the Almoin rend and the third the rente w# \v?>rf sow Inning to the eastward. It must have been within ar hour or so of midnight when we left the mountain forests behind and get into the region of barren foothills. Here the coUle seemed much surer of his ground, and we had our work cut out for us in the effort to keep up with him. In the starlight I made out the line of telegrupii poles as we run, and pretty soon our dog leader swung off to the right and we found ourselves trotting on a line parallel to the rail road truck and only a little way from It. Pretty soon the dog disappeared; and then we heard tiim barking at a little distance to the left of the parallel tracks. When we went to see what he had found, the mystery suddenly took another tuck and veered off Into a new channel. In u small grassy hollow between two of the hills we came upon the dog and the calico pony. The bridle reins laid slipped over the bronco's head, and Harney had them between his teeth and was backing and tugging and apparently trying to pull the pony along. "Well, I'll he ding-jiggered!" said Daddy; but I couldn't unload quite that easily. For me the riderless pony meant an accident of some sort. "Heavtfis!" I gasped; "do you suppose she's been tlu<#vn, and?maybe crippled?" "Who?Jennie? Why, Idess your heart, Stannie, son, she can ride 'em wild ; And that calico wouldn't buck a huby off. No, hoy; don't you go to frettiu' about notlliu' like that. When she got out o' that saddle, It was 'cause she was good aad ready and wanted to." "When she got off to take t^e train, she tried to make Harney lead the pony home," I suggested. "Would she he likely to do that?" Daddy Hiram slapped his leg. "You've hit It exactly, son! Don't know why I didn't think o' that at first, it's an old trick that she taught the collie when he was a HT pup. And Harney, he tried, and when he couldn't make the pinto leave off grazih'. ho couie for us. Sure!?that was the way of It. Wliat say if we go hack to the edge o' the timber and camp down? I reckon there ain't nothin' to be gained by hlttin' the trull afore we've bud a I IT rest-up spell, Is there?" I had no objection to offer, you maybe sure; and after we had found s camping spot, and had picketed the pony with the light rope that Jennie always carried tied to the eantle of her saddle, we made a good fire to serve lu lieu of the blankets that we didn't have and stretched ourselves out to sleep the sleep of the fagged and legweary. The next thing I knew?and it seemed to he Just about a minute nfter I had closed my eyes ?Daddy was shaking nte awuke. "Thill* to hp nini/ttln' t.l/uHf I* ? ? aim to get home for breakfast, sonny," he announced. At the break of day we were coining into the Ciunabar-Atropia road at precisely the point at which fve left it the evening before. The sun was Just beginning to gild the upper heights of Old Clnnebar when we trailed over the broad plateau bench below the mine and headed for the slope that led up to the dump head. As we topped this last hill there was an ama/.ing surprise awaiting lis?a surprise and a shock. On the level spot which served as a doorynrd for the Twombly cabin stood a horse, saddled and bridled, its drooped ears and hanging head showing that it had been ridden far and hard. And on the cabin door-step, sitting at ease and calmly chewing a half-burned cigar, was? Bullerton! (To be continued next week) Responsibility cither makes a man or breaks him. CARDUI HELPED REGAIN STRENGTH Alabama Lady Wat Sick For Three Years, Suffering Fain, Nervous and Depressed?Read Her Own Story of Recovery* Paint Rock, Ala.?Mm. G. M. Stefan, r?f lowing interesting account of her recovery: "I was In a weakened condition. I was sick three years in bed. suffering a great deal of pain, weak, nervous, depressed. I was so weak, f couldn't walk across the floor; just had to lay and my little ones do the work. I was almost dead. I tried very thing I heairl of. and a number ot doctors. Still 1 didn't get any relief. I couldn't eat. and slept poorly. I believe it I hadn't heard of and taken Oardul I would have died. I bought six bottles, after a neighbor told me what It did for her. 1 began to eat and sleep, began to gain my strength and am now well and strong. 1 haven't had any trouble since ... I sure can testify to the good that Cardul did me. X don't think there la a better tonio made and I believe It saved my life.** For over 40 years, thousands of worn** have need Oardul euooeeaftili/, In the treatment of many womanly ailment* ^lf aa thee^women^dld. V SOURCES OF AMMONIA TO USE FOR COTTON THIS YEAR i ( Clemson College, Feb. 25?Recent- ^ ly an article appeared in the Weekly { News Notes by Mr. N. E. Winters, of the Agronomy Division, which has been slightly misinterpreted by some people. In order to make clear the i recommendations of Clemson College ( with refernce to sources of nitrogn to use this year, Prof. C. P. Blackwell chief of the Agronomy Division, has r the following to say on the question of t sources of ammonia for cotton. p "To begin with, I wish to say that coiton seed meal is entirely too high ;1 to use as a fertilizer. Wre realize that r a great many farmers have cotton j seed meal on hand and are going to a use it; but it will certainly be extreme o folly for farmers to buy cotton seed 5 meal at the present price when they c can purchase more than twice as f i many pounds of ammonia in the form f, j of nitrate of soda or sulphate of am- s monia for the same money, j "On sandy land we like to use from 0 one-third to one-half of our ammonia ' in the form of organic ammonia, such . as cotton seed meal, peanut meal, blood, tankage, fish scrap. Even on '] sandy soil we would not pay too high ( a price for organic ammonia. It would be better to use nitrate of soda and put it cn in several applications to s prevent its being lost through leach- ; tng, rather than use organ*c amnion-a f i;i me price which cotton seed meal would cost just now." u -j J. ARTHUR KNIGHT , Attom*r-al-La? j Office in Courthouse I Chultr6eld. 3. C. t 1 R. L. McMANUS f Dentist | Cheraw, S. C. ? At Chesterold, Monday A Pageland, Tuesday. ( At Mt. Croghan, Wednesday morning Ruby, Wednesday afternoon Society Hill, Thursday Cheraw, Friday and Saturday the universal car CARS, TRUCKS, TRACTORS SERVICE PARTS LUCAS AUTO CO. COUNTY TA> State Ordinary County Roads Bridges Total Cheraw Marburg Orange Hill Pats Branch Pee Dee Staiford Bethel Center Point Chesterfield I Parker Pine Grove i Ruby hiloh j Snow Hill | Stafford ' Vaughan 1 Wamble Hill I Black Creek Center Center Grove Cross Roads i Alt. Croghan j Ruby Wexford | Winzo Zion Buffalo Dudley Five Forks Mangum Fageland Plains Zion Angelus vvubVi VII UVC .. < Clurks Jefferson Macedonia Plains Bay Springs Green Hill . Leland Middendorf McBee Providence Sandy Run Union Bay Springs Bear Creek Bethcsda < J uniper Middendorf I Patrick *..... Pats Branch Branch 1 Shiloh , Stafford i White Oak Cat Pond Juniper Ousley Patrick . . DISCHARGE NOTICE On 15th March, 1922, at 11 o'clock \. M., I will apply to the Probata 3ourt for u discharge as Adminiatra. or of the estate of E. C. Adams, deceased. J. F. Campbell, Administrator. CITATION NOTICE The State of South Carolina, bounty of Chesterfield. By M. J. Hough, Probate Judge: Whereas R. B. Gay made suit to ne to grant him Letters of Adminisration of the Estate and Effects of ilary Adaline Gay, deceased. These arc, therefore, to cite and idmonish all and singular the kinded and creditors of the said Mary Idalinc Gay, deceased, that they be ind appear before me, in the Court if Probate, to be held at Chesterfield, >. C., on March 7, next, after publiation hereof, at 11 o'clock in the orenoon, to show cause, if any they lave, why the said administration hould not he granted. Given under my hand this 20th auy f February, Anno Domini 1922, M. tl. Hough, Probate Judge. CITATION NOTICE - , The Staie of South Carolina. bounty of Chesterfield. By M. J. Hough, Probate Judge: Whereas, Cora E. Gardner made uit to me to grant her Letters of Administration of the Estate and cfects of M. D. Gardner, deceased, These are, therefore, to cite and idmonish all and singular the kindred ind creditors of the said M. D. Gai'dier, deceased, that they be and ap>ear before me, in the Court of Pro>ate, to be held at Chesterfield, S. C., >n Gth day of March next, after pubication hereof, at 11 o'clock in tho orenoon, to show cause, if any they lave, why the said administration should not be granted. Given under my hand this 18th day r ~~ >f February, Anno Domini 1922. M. J. Ilough, Probate Judge. rvTiTTtrriyrrrrrrrrrrTi no tax. now LUDENS menthol cough drops price straight GIVE QUICK RELIEF, . __ Puns-j VtKam FOImi- A " MuU ?MU ?iw ^ i'MWW/AAWWWi'M \ ? LEVY 1921 12 mills 6 mills 6 mills 1 mill 28 mills w ? v. cZ F H~~ fj- c o o o o I , P o rr & n rr 1 ST S9 o o CO , ? ? o o ? 88 CO ~ W f I 3 o CO to o ? 1 I Q, p* ^ O SB <1 J o 5. 3 a. ^ n o, ^ P- . . II I " 1 g. i a a ? 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