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PAGE FOUR ADMINISTRATOR’S NOTICE Having qualified as administra tor of the estate of the late Miss Louisa Isadore Daffron, I hereby warn all parties having claims against said estate to present them duly proven on or before the August 14th, 1931 or this notice will be pleaded in bar of their recovery. All persons owing the estate will please make immediate payment. This the 14th day of August 1930. W. H. DAFFRON, Administrator. LONG and BELL, Attorneys. aug. 14-sept. 18. MORTGAGEE SALE OF LAND Under and by virtue of the power of sale contained in a certain mort gage deed from James Thomas. Charlie Thomas and his wife, Ar golia Thomas, of Chatham County, to Grant Ramsey, dated May 14, 1927, and recorded in Book G. N., page 302, Register of Deeds’ office for Chatham county, and the note secured thereby having become due and payable, and default having been made in the payment thereof, and the holder of .the said note having demanded a sale of the said property to satisfy said note and interest, the undersigned mortgagee, will, between the hour of 12 o’clock, noon, and 1 o’clock, P. M., Satur day, September 6th, 1930, at the courthouse door in Pittsboro, N. C., sell for cash the land described in said mortgage deed, the description of which is as follows: Beginning at a stake in the center of the S.' A. L. Railroad, S. V. Holts corner in the Kimball line; running South ,87% ,• East 24.63 chains to a long leaf pine, said Kimball corner in A. G. Burgess line; thence North 4, East 30 chains to the center of the S. A. L. Railroad; thence South as said Railroad 40.60 chains to the beginning. Containing 31.61 acres according to a survey by C. H. Col lins, made December 2, 1919. This the 4th day of August, 1930. ” ' J. ‘c. DAVIS, Assignee. R. E. Parris, Atty. aug 14 to sept 4 pd NOTICE OF SALE OF REAL ESTATE Under and by virtue of the power of sale contained in that certain mortgage deed. executed by J. B, Emerson and his wife, Florence Emerson, to The Bukeye Cotton Oil Company, on the 17th day of Sep tember, 1928, 'which is registered in the office of the Register of Deeds of Chatham comtfy in Book “G. Y.” at page 153, default hav ing been made in the payment of the notes thereby secured, the un dersigned mortgagee will on MONDAY, SEPTEMBER Bth, 1930, at 12:00 o’clock, noon, AT THE COURTHOUSE DOOR OF CHATHAM COUNTY, IN PITTSBORO, N. C., sell at public auction, to the highest bidder for cash, the following described tract of land located in Gulf Township, Chatham County, North Carolina, and bounded as follows: Beginning at a post oak in Tom Marsh’s line, running North 11 de grees West 4514 poles to a stone on the West side of a road; thence South 82 degrees West 25 poles to a stone; thence South 9 degrees East 38% poles to Tom Marsh’s line; thence with his line South 88% degrees East 28 poles to the be ginning; containing 7 acres, more or less; same being the home place of J. B. Emerson and his wife, Flor ence Emerson. This the 4th day of August, 1930. THE BUCKEYE COTTON OIL COMPANY, Mortgagee. Long & Bell, Attorneys. augl4 sept 4 Poet Pete—Burglars broke- into my house last night. Friend—Yes? What happened? Poet Pete—They searched through every room, then left a $5 bill on my bureau.—The Pathfinder. f Entry Woman Know» w , x Every woman knows how easy it is ‘ to bum or scald herself while working in her home. Every woman knows that these bums and scalds are painful and sometimes very slow to heal. Every woman should know that the pain of bums and scalds will be quickly re lieved, infection positively prevented and speedy healing assured if Liquid Borosone is instantly applied. Get a bottle of Liquid Borozone and keep it bandy in your medicine cabinet. Sola by Pittsboro Drug Co. Adv. / There’s a Reason There’s a REASON why Banks ADVERTISE, especially GOOD Banks like ours that offer REAL SERVICE to their Patrons. We TALK to as many people as possible. V r We try to convince all who visit our Bank that we have the BEST of banking facilities, which are theirs for the asking. But we CAN’T see you all PERSONALLY. That’s why we ad vertise —to let you know we are here to serve you, and to invite you to do your banking business with us. You are sure to be interested in these little talks of ours each week. THE BANK OF GOLDSTON HUGH WOMBLE, Pres. T. W. GOLDSTON, Caster' GOLDSTON, N. C. tv ~J MT. VERNON SPRINGS NEWS ITEMS Miss Sankie Gilbert visited rela tives here last week. Mr. and Mrs. Jack Renno of Baltimore, are visiting Mrs. Renno s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Chas. For rester. They have recently visited Greensboro, Asheville, and High Point. ' . Mr. Tom Dark of Vanna, Va., is sick in the home of his brother, W. T Dark. . , . ~ Mrs. Paul Siler is also sick at the home of her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Chas. Forrester. Claiborne Blair spent last week with his grandfather, G. N. Smith of Goldston. Miss Dell Hanner spent Sunday with Mrs. E. J. Dark, Siler City. N. C. Mrs. J. G. Hanner, accompanied by Mr. and Mrs. J. H. Alexander of Goldston, spent the week-end in Maxton, guest of Mrs. Maude Mc- Kinnon. . Guests in the home of Mr. and Mrs. D. T. Vestal this week were Rev. O. E. Lindley and son, Oscar, Jr., of Liberty; Rev. L. W. Ger ringer of Burlington 1 , J. T. Dixon and daughter, *Kate of Pittsboro, Roy Dixon of Chapel Hill and G. L. Dixon of Cincinnati, Ohio, - Earle Cresswell of West Palm Beach is visiting his mother, Mrs. J. A. Cresswell. BROWN’S CHAPEL REVIVAL Our revival will begin at Brown’s Chapel next Sunday. The pastor will preach at 11 o’clock and again in the evening at 8 o’clock. After Sunday there will be two services each day through Friday, at 10:30 in the forenoon and at 8 o’clock in the evening. The pastor will be aided in these revival services after Sunday by Rev. J. A. Russell of Carr church, Durham, N. C. Rev. Mr. Russell is an able preached of the Gospel, one of the best in the N. C. conference. The entire com munity is asked to make prepara tion to attend the services and take what part possible. J. A. DAILEY, Pastor. STATE LICENSING HELPS (University News Letter.) Does a state drivers’ license law help check automobile accidents? Otto G. Fifield, secretary of state in Indiana, says that it does. While the drivers’ license law has been in spree less than a year in Indiana, Mr. Fifield declares that “good re sults” are being realized. The Indiana law provides that, for cause, the license granted by the state shall be revoked and about one thousand drivers’ licenses were re voken in Indiana in the first year of the law. The law is being enforced, says Mr. Fifield, “and it will continue to be enforced with greater severity. Because of rigid enforcement in stead of there being a greater num ber of revocations there will be a less number.” No legislation can prevent acci dents on the highways, but the tes timony from many quarters is that the licensing of drivers by the state, accompanied by the revocation by the state of such licenses where the privilege of using the highways is abused, helps greatly to reduce the'number of automobile fatalities. -t—Asheville Citizen. THE MOST INTERESTING FIGURES IN THE WORLD There may be more interesting figures than these, but, if so, we have never seen them. These figures show the fortune of 100 men at age 55, who started out together at age 25, healthy and full of prom ise. No doubt you have seen similar figures for age 65 but these figures are for ten years earlier, age 55. Here they are: 20 will be dead. 1 has become rich. 3 are in good circumstances. One who was well-to-do at 45 has lost his fortune, while an other has emerged into the well-to-do class. 46 are still working for a living with no prospects of retire ment. 30 are already more or less de pendent upon their relatives or charity for support. Some are doing some kind of light work but are being replaced by young men. It seems strange with the above fact that more men don’t assure themselves a worryless old age. THE CHATHAM RECORD. PITTSBORO, N. C. THAT’S WHAT THEY SAY “I understand poker is quite a sci entific game.” ‘‘lt is, dear, If you win, but if you lose, it’s just luck.” PETTING FOR TWO She —Do you think petting Is had for one? He—Maybe—but it’s great for two. DEEPLY RED “Is she a deeply read girl?” ‘•Well, yes, on her lips aud cheeks.” THE CULPRIT - “I had my pockets picked last night.” “Why, 1 didn’t know you were liv ing with your wife again.” LUCKY AT THAT He —I have never gotten what I de serve. She —No, I’m sure you haven’t, run don’t you think you're lucky at that? USE LESS MATERIAL Customer I see that tighter dresses are in vogue. Modiste—Yes, the style originated in Scotland! / I THEN AND THERE HISTORY TOLD AS IT WOULD BE WRITTEN TODAY By IRVIN S. COBB Thrilling Record of a Heroic Failure How quickly the world forgets some of its heroes! It has been only nineteen years since the news of the death of Robert Falcon Scott—and the manner of that intrepid death stirred with pride and regret every branch and offshoot of the Anglo-Saxon breed; stirred also the hearts of lovers of courage throughout the civilized earth. All the same, in every English-speaking country, excluding perhaps England itself, there already is growing up a generation to whose members mention of this man’s name brings, in many instances, only the vaguest of memor.es. Yet Robert Scott’s reputation was builded to stay. For ft was builded upon the rocks of immortal achievement and it was welded together with the elements of deter mination, integrity, cheerfulness, patience, valor, humor, and most of all, unselfishness. He infinitely was more deserving of everlasting fame than your conquerer, your mili tary despot, your place-seeking political leader. Captain Scott was a young officer in the British navy, popular with his comrades, well thought of by'his superiors. He was asked to accept leadership in a new and formidable undertaking——the exploration of the unknown Antarctic continent, by land. The expedition was of immense scientific importance. It marked the initiation of sledge travel in polar surveys, and it resulted in the discovery of the great ice cap upon which the South pole rests. It gave to Captain Scott prominence in professional circles and among naval men. His second and last expedition was practically a failure so far as its main final object was concerned, whereas the first had been an unqualified success. For it ended 'in his tragic destruction and the destruction of his four chosen mates. But by all the standards of the human virtues it was a glorious triumph. He had taken with him a staff of trained technicians, and the early stages of ' the exploration were marked by research and observation of enormous value to geogre- 1 phers and naturalists. Then, with four men picked for their hardihood and powers of bodily endurance. Captain Scott set out to reach the pole itself, hoping to plant there the British flag. He was almost within sight of the spot when he found that by a peculiar irony of fate and by a bare margin of only a few weeks, the Amundsen party had beaten him—the first human beings to set foot at the South pole. Scott’s party turned back. How, a little later and after pitiable uncomplaining suffering, they perished in the pitiless white desort of Ice and snow is told in the record which Scott himself kept. He must have been teetering on the very edge of eternity when the last faltering words of that dsathless epic of bravery and self-sacrifice were entered down in March as ISIS. Dodd Mead A Company published the journal fee bask form in this country* / / IS wonderful to think that ** I two long marches would land | us at the Pole!” Thus op timistically Captain Scott be gan the chronicle of that last fatal journey which was to end some ren weeks later when his fingers, already stiffening In the grip of death, record ed the final words of as hopeless, ns splendid, as heroic a quest as the rec ords of the Anglo-Saxon breed can show in any age. He goes on: “We left our depot today with Pine days’ provisions, so that it ought to be a certain thing now, and the only appalting possibility the sight of the Norwegian flag forestalling ours. Only 27 miles from the Pole. We ought to do it now.” But a grievous disillusionment await ed the intrepid little band. There is heartbreak in the next entry in the leader's diary: ‘‘Tuesday, January 16. The worst has happened, or nearly the worn. '.Ve marched well In the morning and cov ered seven .and one-half miles. We started off in high spirits in the after noon, feeling that tomorrow would see ns at our destination. About the sec ond hour of the march. Bowers’ sharp byes detected what he thought was n cairn; he w v as uneasy about it. Half an hour later lie detected a black speck ahead. Soon we knew that this could not be a natural snow feature. We marched on, found that it was a black flag tied to a sledge nearby the remains of a camp; sledge tracks and skt tracks going and coining and the clear trace of dogs’ paws—-many dogs. This told us the whole story. The Norwegians have forestalled us and are first at the Pole. It is a ter rible disappointment, and 1 aru /ery sorry for my loyal compani ms. To morrow we must march on to the Pole - and then hasten home with all the speed we can compass. All the day dreams must go; It will be a weari some return.” Next night, still brooding over the victory of his Norwegian rivals and seemingly for the first time feeling doubt regarding the outcome of this most desperate and forlorn venture, Scott concerned his daily entry with this: “God! this is an awful place and terrible enough for us to have labored to it without reward of priority. Well, It is something to have got here, and the wind may be our friend tomorrow. ... Now for the run home and a desperate struggle! I wonder if we can do it?” But they didn’t turn back yet. They must make sure that the other expedi tion really had beaten them. It had, sure enough. On the eighteenth, two miles from their latest camping place and, as they reckoned it, about a mile and a half from the role itself, they labored across the white wastes to a tent, finding Miere the names of the five victorious Norwegians, headed by that great explorer, Amundsen. The Englishmen raised their Union Jack — one minute bit of color in the midst of thousands of square miles of blacK and white desolation. At least, they could celebrate the fact that they, too, had reached the spot. The final para graph of their leader’s journal under this date carried a note of bitter pathos: “Well, we have turned our backs now on the goal of our ambition and juugt face our 800 miles of solid drag ging—and good-by to most of the day dreams !” The Beginning of the End. Day after day they struggled on the return march. And what a setting for such a retreat! —at an altitude of nearly 10,000 feet above sea level, with a temperature averaging 20 degrees below zero, poorly provisioned, down cast over their failure to win the race, all the dash gone out of their souls— and 800 miles between them and com mon comforts! But if they were downcast, they were not complaining. Their spirits were low but their reso lution was as steadfast as it had been when the prospect of success danced before their weather-beaten, frost nipped faces. Day by day thr trudged along ovei 1 glaciers, over hummocks of ice, across crevasses—tiny moving specks in the* midst of an unutterable desolation. And by night, with his breath freez ing on his lips and Iris fingers numb ing inside his mittens, Scott would in scribe the tally of that day’s fearsome toll. Disasters began to multiply. Ill luck to dog the footsteps of the losers. Thus on January 30. he said: “Wilson has strained a tendon in his leg; It has given pain all day and is swollen tonight. Os course, he is full of pluck over it, but I don’t like the idea of such an accident here.* To add to the trouble,. Evans has dislodged two finger nails tonight from freezing; his hands are really bad, and to my surprise he shows signs of losing heart over it. He hasn’t been cheerful since the accident.” Their misfortunes multiplied: “Sunday, February 11. The worst day we have had during the trip and greatly owing to our own fault. We started on a wretched surface—hor rible light, which made everything look fantastic. As we went on, light got worse—Then came the fatal decision to steer east. We went on for six hours, hoping to do a good distance, which in fact 1 suppose we did, but for the last hour or two we pressed on into a regular trap. Half an hour after lunch we got in the worst ice mess I have ever been in. For three hours we plunged on, oh skis. . There were times when it seemed al most impossible to find away out of the awful turmoil In which w’e found ourselves. At length, arguing that there must be away on our left, we plunged in that direction. It got worse, harder, more icy and crevassed. We could not manage our skis, and pulled ahead on foot, falling into crevasses every minute. At length we saw a smoother Slope toward the land, pushed for it. but knew it was a woe fully long way from us. The turmoil changed in character, irregular crev assed surface giving way to huge chasms, closely packed and most diffi cult to cross. It was very heavy work hut we had grown desperate. We won through at 10 p. m. and I write after twelve hours on the march. I think we are on or about the right track now, but we are still a good number of miles from the depot, so we reduced rations tonight. ... Pray God the wind holds tomorrow !” In a plight which steadily grew more critical and more difficult, they pressed on, constantly contending with, and almost hourly baffled, by. the incredible obstacles of Antarctic travel—fissures, contrary gales, terri ftc blasts, whirling blinding snow flur ries. And all the while, their small store of provisions shrank. A Trying Position. On February 16, the first of that in domitable group to collapse got a page in the records. Os this catastrophe Scott wrote: '* “A rather trying position. Evans 1 has nearly broken down in brain, we think. He is absolutely changed from his normal self-reliant self. This morning and this afternoon he stopped the march on some trivial excuse. . . Perhaps all will be well if we can get to our depot tomorrow fairly early, but it is anxious work with the sick man. But it’s no use meeting troubles half way, and our sleep is all too short to write more. “Saturday, February 17. A very ter rible day. Evans looked a little bet ter after a good sleep and declared, as he always did, that he was quite well. He started in his place on the traces, but half an hour later worked his ski shoes adrift and had to leave the sledge. . . . We stopped after about one hour, and Evans came up again very slowly. Half an hour later he dropped out again on the same plea. . . . We had to push on, and •! the remainder of us were forced to pull very hard. After lunch, and Ev ; ans still not appearing, we looked out. ; to see him still afar off. By this time ! we were alarmed, and all four start j ed back. I was first to reach the poor ! man and shocked at his appearance; | he was on liis knees with clothing dis ; arranged, hands uncovered and frost i bjtten, and a wild look in his eyes. We j got him on his feet, but after two or. » three steps be sank down again, lie showed every sign of complete col THURSDAY, AUGUST 14. i 930 lapse. W’ilson, Bowers back for the sledge, whilst Oates rl mained with him. When we returned he was practically unconscious an i when we got him into the tent quip! comatose. He died quietly at 12 r;o a It is a terrible thing u ’ lose a companion in this way, but calm reflection shows that there could not have been a better ending to the ter rible anxieties of the past week.” Captain Oates, a young soldier, was the next of the quartet to go. ip s feet were frozen; he knew he was (loomed, but he lost neither his cheer fulness nor his determination. The Death of Oates. “Sunday, March 11. Titus Oates i s very near the end, one feels. What we or he will do, God only knows. We discussed the matter after breakfast* he is a brave fine fellow and under stands the situation, but he practically asked for advice. Nothing could be said but to urge him to march as long as he could. One satisfactory result: of the discussion; I practically ordered Wilson to hand over the means of ending our troubles to us, so that any one of us may know how to do so. Wilson had no choice between doing so and our ransacking the medicine case. We have 30 opium tabloids apiece and he is left with a tube of morphine.” He was dying on his feet, this Oates, but he took it standing up. He lasted, a shell of a man, sustained only by hi 6 soul, through the better part of a week —and kept moving. “Friday, March 16 or Saturday, 17. Lost track of dates but think the last correct. At lunch the day before yes terday, poor Titus Oates said he couldn’t go on; he proposed we should leave him in his sleeping-bag. That we could not do, and induced him to come on, on the afternoon march. “Should this be found, I want these facts recorded. Oates’ last thoughts were of his mother, but Immediately before, be took pride in thinking that bis regiment would be pleased with the bold way In which he met his death. We can testify to his bravery. He bas borne intense suffering for weeks without complaint, and to the very last was able and willing, to dis cuss outside subjects. He did not— would not —give up hope to the very end. ... He slept through the night before last, hoping not to wake; but be woke in the morning—yester day. It was blowing a blizzard. He said: ‘I am just going outside and may be some time!’ He went out into the blizzard and we have not seen him since.” It seems to me those words, “I am just going outside, and may be some time,” should be engraved on a shaft to this young Britisher’s memory, for future generations to read. Perhaps they have been; anyhow, I hope so. The Last to Perish. Scott went on: “I take this opportunity of saying that we have stuck to our sick com panions to the last. In case of Edgar Evans, when absolutely out of food and he lay insensible, the safety of the remainder seemed to demand his abandonment, but Providence merciful ly removed him at this critical mo ment. We knew that poor Oates was walking to his death, but though we tried to dissuade him, we knew it was the act «f a brave man and an English gentleman. We all hope to meet the end with a similar spirit, and assur edly the end is not far.” Scott’s turn to break came within forty-eight hours. Ihdeed, all three of the survivors were at the limit of their strength. On Sunday, the eighteenth, he made a significant entry. He was as good as dead, but he kept his sense of humor: “My right foot has gone, nearly all the toes —two days ago I was the proud possessor of the best feet These are the steps of my downfall! Like an ass, I mixed a small spoonful of curry powder with my melted pemrol onn—it gave me violent indigestion. 1 lay awake and in pain all night; woke and felt done on the march; foot went and I didn’t know it. A very small measure of neglect and have a foot which is not pleasant to contemplate.” Then next day, this: “Wbat progress! We have two days’ food but barely a day’s fuel. All our feet are getting bad —Wilson’s best, my right foot worst, left all right. . . Amputation is the least I can hope for now, but will the trouble spread? That is the serious question.” “Thursday, March 29. Since the twenty-first we have had a continuous gale. We had fuel to make two cups of tea apiece and bare food for two days on the twentieth. Every day we have been ready to start for our depot 11 miles away, but outside the door of the tent it remains a scene of whirling drift. I do not think we can hope for any better things now. shall stick it out to the end, but we are getting weaker, of course, and the end cannot be far. “It seems a pity, but I do not thin- I can write more. “R. SCOTT. “For God's sake look after our peo ple.” When, eight months later, the res cuers reached the last camp, Wilson and Bowers were lying in the atti tude of peaceful sleep, their sleeping bags closed over their heads. Scott, the commander, must have been the last to die. He had tossed back the flaps of his sleeping bag and had opened his coat. Under his shoulders, as though placed there for protection, was a little wallet containing the three scribbled notebooks which told the pi*- ! ous story, and from which the fere going extracts were taken. One of his arms was flung across Wilson s body. It was as if with his last con scious thought he had sought to shield Isis comrade. ((£: by the JB< 11 Syndicate. Inc.)
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