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Comedy
By THOSPSO.N BUCHANAN
Copyright, 1304, by Harper & Brothers
(Continued from last xresk.) .
Insr, the big door opened, and Sir John
Wilmerding stepped quickly in. One
glance showed all. Hate gave hira
wit. Springing to May Percy's side,
he seized the girl and whipped out his
short hunting knife. Raising it, he
cried:
Come back, you spy, or I'll stab
her!"
0 CHAPTER XIV.
I AREFULLY St. Croix stepped
back into the room. -
'No, no! Go on, Gaston!"
exclaimed Mistress Percy hys
terically. But instead he 'closed the
panel alter him with elaborate atten
tion, then turned and bowsd deeply to
h'ir John.
"Monsieur has the advantage," sneer
ed the Frenchman, "for he fights with
weapons which are impossible for a
gentleman to use." And, saying this,
the man thus brought suddenly bacT
to face a degrading death shrugged
his shoulders and strolled to the whi
tlow, where he stood drumming his
lingers on the sill and straining his
eyes against a murky outside through
blue stained class.
Sir John released the girl and put
up his knife.
"I would thank Mistress Percy," he
said,, "for her valuable assistance in
preventing the escape of so desperate
a ruffian. But your father would like
to see you. Will you go to him?"
He might have been a reptile, the
girl drew back from him with such
loathing, wiping her arm hard, as
though his mere touch had defiled it.
Without even a look for reply, she
walked over and leaned against the
mantel, a beautiful picture of col
lapsed defeat.
"As you will," sniffed Sir John, and,
jaunty now in spite of his bandaged
throat and generally dilapidated ap
pearance, he strode over to the panel
to block up the only remaining way
of escape.
But, try as he might, the Englishman
could not find the secret spring. All
over the panel he fumbled, poking this
way and that at every suspicious knob
and smooth place, but still the secret
point eluded his hardest efforts. From
the window St. Croix watched him.
To the Frenchman, defeated now at
every turn, with his last card of luck
played out, it was the time for utter
despair. Dejectedly he turned from
Sir John and started toward the chair
beside the table near the center of the
room. As he moved he thrust one
hand carelessly into the pocket of . his
coat the coat once worn by Jacques
Fourney, the spy.
May Percy, watching his face as
only a loving woman watches, caught
the sudden lightning look of joy that
flashed upon it and was as quickly
gone. With his eyes he told her to
come to him. and, understanding, she
began to glide slowly, cautiously to
ward the chair.
Sir John, fumbling at the panel, saw
none of the byplay. The Frenchman
was directly behind him now, still
moving toward the chair.
"I hope his wound does not trouble
monsieur extremely." ventxred St.
Croix over his right shoulder as he
e lged away. By this time the girl was
cfose to him.
''Ah. mademoiselle," he exclaimed
aloud, "you have dropped your hand
kerchiefpermit me." Then, as their
hinds met over the dainty bit of lace,
the girl felt her fingers pressed with
sudden ardor.
'"Trust me," he whispered low, and
tn a moment was away, bowing with
mere politeness. Still, Sir John, angrj
at being bafiied, struggled desperately
with the panel. Now the Frenchman
was turned that way.
"Yes," he said. "I tried only to' dis
arm monsieur, but he was violent,
and," with his inimitable shm.g, "I was
forced to wound him slightly." The
prisoner's tone expressed just a pass
ing regret at having been compelled to
perform a small, disagreeable duty.
"Lying comes easy to Frenchmen,"
blurted Sir John at the panel.
"And one must lie to catch a liar,"
retorted the other, "but eh bien! aa
the French say I'm glad the little
comedy is played out."
The Englishman looked surprised.
"Comedy played out?" he sneered,
with British candor. "Not till you're
hanged."
"I spoke of this comedy," said Du
barre, smiling with quiet amusement,
sure in the consciousness of something
yet to come.
Sir John turned toward him, puzzled
now.
"I don't see that you have cause foi
laughter."
"Sir John does not see everything,"
answered the old dancing master gen
tly, "but it is just, as I have said." He
unbuttoned his coat, took from the in
side pocket the newspaper containing
the story about "French Percy," and
held it toward Sir John.
"Will monsieur read? Possibly this
may explain many things."
Wilmerding came over quickly ta
take the paper. He stood beside the
table on the Frenchman's right to read
It. May Percy, eager, anxious, had
stolen to his other side. As Sir John
read, her eyes questioned her lover's,
. but his quick smile of encouragement
told her only to be brave and wait.
Sir John looked up from his reading.
"Good! Good!" he cried. "We Eng
lish can always fool you dull French
spies. The government is awake."
"And, as uuul, VrLeii awake it play
ed the fool," broke in the Frenchman
bitterly. "This, now" He took the
paper from SirJohn. "'It is safe to
wager that "French -Percy" will fail in
this, his last desperate undertaking, or,
if he should get to the castle, will cer
tainly be captured. The place is now
being watched.' " The reader cast the
paper down angrily. "Fools! Idiots!
That's what spoiled it."
"Spoiled it?" questioned Sir John.
"Yes," blurted Dubarre, angry now
clear through, "spoiled it, I said. Send
a man down here to watch, then pub
lish stuff."
"What's this? What do you mean?"
interrupted the slower Englishman,
while even Mistress Percy began to
show some signs of uneasiness.
"Mean?" ejaculated Dubarre. "I
mean that while I fooled with a coun
try bumpkin over his pastoral love af
fair because of this paper 'French Per
cy' slipped through my fingers."
Sir John fell back to gaze at him in
angry, blank amazement. " 'French
Percy' gone!" he blustered. "All know
you are the renegade himself."
The other had recovered his temper
by this time. Now he shrugged his
shoulders.
"Only when it pleased me. I'm no
more 'French Percy' than I am Gaston
Dubarre." And with his old mocking
laugh he looked at the two astonished
faces before him. May Percy fell
away from him with a little cry of
horror.
"Who? What?" was all Sir John
could mutter stupidly.
The self confessed stranger drew
himself up and bowed to them both
deeply. "Jacques Fourney, the gov
ernment's private emissary, at your
service," he said.
"Jacques Fourney! Wellington's spy?
Stuff!" cried Sir John.
Mistress Percy looked for a moment
at the Frenchman, fright and amaze
ment in her eyes, then sank into the
chair and buried her face in her arms
upon the table. The acknowledged spy
appeared nettled. He drew a small
case out of his coat pocket and extract
ed therefrom a bit of oiled paper, which
he spread out and offered to the Eng
lishman. "Read this, sir, and change your
mind." Then as Sir John glanced at
it he added aloud, "Mistress Percy
might like to hear."
The girl who had rested in the man's
arms so few minutes before heard Sir
John read of her lover:
This is to certify that the bearer,
Jacques Fourney, is a faithful, loyal and
highly efficient officer in the British serv
ice. All soldiers and loyal subjects to
whom he may appeal are hereby com
manded to do everything in their power
to aid him in whatever way he may de
sire, especially in the matter of the cap
ture of the notorious outlaw and spy
"French Percy." This order is to be con
sidered a pass through all lines and is to
serve as a requisition in case anything is
needed by the bearer. All soldiers will
see that it is duly honored. It will be
shown only in case of grave necessity.
WELLINGTON,
General Commanding.
Up and down, back and forth, before
the door of the waiting chamber paced
Captain Thorncliffe and Sir Henry
Percy, laboring in earnest argument.
"You, Captain Thorncliffe, you have
fought the French, you have bled for
England, yet jou give such counsel. I
cannot understand it."
Captain Thorncliffe dropped his hand
with 'light touch on the old baronet's
arm before replying seriously: "And
believe me, Sir Henry, that is the very
reason I advise you to permit his es
cape. The fighters are not the haters,
Sir Henry."
The older one shook off the restrain
ing hand angrily.
"But," he protested, "this man hum
bled you and the British arms in out
rageous fashion. Do you forget the
stealing of the headquarters papers
that early morning in the Spanish
pass?"
On the instant flashed back the sol
dier's question, "When came it the part
of an English gentleman to bear mallei
against a gallant enemy?"
Sir Henry's face grew hard at the re
buke. His hands began to clinch and
unclinch rapidly. He was working fast
into a characteristic rage.
"Your duty, Captain Thorncliffe"
"Will be in nowise evaded by letting
this man go," broke in the soldier.
"He is counted one of the dangerous
men in the French army."
"He is your cousin, a brave gentle
man, here on private business and
practically your guest," was the retort.
"He is an enemy to England, the
minion of the Corsican spawn and
practically a spy. Don't presume to
teach me my duty, sir," roared the
head of the Percys, advancing with
threatening fist upon the soldier. But
the man who had stood before the
French Percy's SAVord did not fear the
English one's anger. Instead calm,
contemptuous, accusing he faced the
old man down.
"Your cousin disclosed himself to de
fend your daughter's honor, Sir Henry
Percy', and, that done, he fought no
more, though he might easily have got
away. You seem to have forgotten
that." '
Sir Henry stood silent, overwhelmed
with argument, too angry for coherent
speech. With increase of the Percy
stubbornness Thorncliffe's temper had
been rising steadily; but now, fighting
hard, he kept sufficient self control to
resume his quiet, convincing argument.
He knew that behind that door he
guarded two men, his friends, enemies
to the death, faced each other before
the woman they both loved. The door
of heavy oak let through no sound.
What was going forward within he
could but surmise, only he knew there
would be a tragedy should Sir Henry
in his present mood cross the threshold
or any one from within come forth.
And so for the life of a brave enemy
he had come to love the gallant Eng-'
lish gentleman fought hard with his
friends. ,
JSir Henry" the question came forth
stiiap iiiu. ii oLuel Latapie
were not in-lave with 3-our daughter
would you wish to see him meet a
felon's end?"
That shot struck home. The father's
eyes opened wide.
"By my soul, Captain Thorncliffe,
you take strange liberties!"
The soldier diplomat went on, un
heeding the interruption:
"And yet he is a brave gentleman
and asked you for her fairly."
"Sir, I'll How do you know that?"
roared Sir Henry, taken quite off his
guard.
Thorncliffe tried hard not to show
his triumph.
"Because," he said simply, "Latapie
is a French officer and a Percy. Be
sides a man does not often throw
away his life needlessly for a woman
he does not love. And and" as he
said this the pleader watched the old
baronet carefully "she loves him
much, Sir Henry."
Mistress Percy's father fairly ex
ploded in rage and sorrow.
"What! What! My daughter my
little May marry a Frenchman, a
Johnny Crepaud, a frog eater! Yes
yes that is what the scoundrel ' asked
me. I'll own up, Thorncliffe. I had
decided to allow him -to escape because
because he is such a gallant rascal,
and and" with a burst of family
pride "after all, he is a Percy. You
can't hurt the old stock, Thorncliffe,
even with the weakening strain of the
French blood. But marry May my
little May take my only child over the
water! Not that, Thorncliffe, not that.
No one could ask that." The stem old
voice trembled and broke.
A lump in his own throat, the soldier
ventured to put his hand again, this
time almost affectionately, , on the
shoulder of the cider man.
"But why, old friend," he questioned
gently, "merely because your cousin
loves your daughter should you let the
hangman's, noose dangle over one
branch of your family tree? Is that
quite fair?"
The head of the house laughed aloud
In sudden revulsion of feeling.
"I was mad, Thorncliffe mad!" he
cried. "The boy is a Percy. That was
the reason. Do you think a Percy
would give her up while he lives?"
Thorncliffe took a turn along the
little passage and back again. It was
the life of a brave man he wanted. The
Frenchman must look out for his own
love affairs, and besides his latent
racial prejudice made the soldier fee
that there was some justice in the fa
ther's words. Accordingly the plead
er's next question was put carefully.
"Suppose suppose. Sir Henry, Mis
tress May should marry Wilmerding?
The Percys haye two qualities cour
age and honor. Your French cousin
has proved that he possesses both.
Marry her to Wilmerding tonight."
. "Tonight!" murmured Sir Henry
blankly. "I told him, Dubarre, Percy,
that, but I did not mean it. To
night" -
"Tonight," insisted Thorncliffe. "It
must be tonight. The soldiers you
sent for should be here now. Besides
I recognized Wellington's spy, Four
ney, in one of your French visitors
yesterday. Now I know why he was
here. Marry her to Wilmerding to
night, for not until she is married will
the French Percy leave England. She
will be safe from him then and God
help her!" muttered the soldier.
Sir Henry Percy drew a long breath
of relief; then, with sudden feeling,
gripped the soldier's hands impul
sively. "Thank you, Thorncliffe thank you.
You have kept me worthy of my name.
I'll start for Sir Harvey Johnston's at
once and drive over tonight with the
bishop. You ah you," with a wise
nod, "you arrange things. And may
the good God speed the boy!" he ended
softly.
Within the waiting chamber the self
confessed spy stood laughing with
cynical contempt at the girl he had
won and the man he had conquered.
Mistress Percy, the proud gentlewom
an, overcome at the disclosure of her
lover, still sat beside the table, her
face buried in her arms. Once she
had looked up, but the sight of the
contemptuous, sneering face of the spy
bitterly baiting Sir John Wilmerding
quickly brought her head down again.
The gentleman in disguise the girl
had loved. Her hero cousin of Napo
leon's guard, risking his life gayly in a
gallant adveDture and offering It gladly
for her, she had adored. But this spy,
by his own statement this sneak, who
laughingly confessed to trailing her
hero cousin for blood money and loud
ly regretted fighting for her because
it might have cost him the price of
"French Percy's" life she shrank from
him in horror. Now at the thought of
his kisses, at his every speech, the
proud girl writhed with shame and
loathing. There could be no mistake.
She felt sure of that now, for not even
the reckless, desperate "French Percy"
could have dared the risk she had
heard this man boastingly take.
"I've fooled too long already with a
country bumpkin over his pastoral iove
affairs. Cail Captain Thorncliffe. He
will identify Wellington's own hand. A
nice thing it would be to report to the
commander in chief that the asinine
stupidity of a country militia officer al
lowed the most dangerous scout in the
French army to slip through our fin
gers." "By God," roared Wilmerding, fin
gering his pistol, "if it were not for. the
slight chance I'd kill you now!"
The spy laughed in his face. '
"And be hanged for it later. But 1
"ell you the little chap of the pair here
yesterday, the one with the gray eyes,
was St. Croix. Now" impatiently
"call Thorncliffe."
Sir John walked over to the big door
and knocked, and as he did so the spy
stepped suddenly close to the table.
"Mistress 1 civy"
A last unacknowledged hope shining
in her eyes, sht looked up.
"I'm sorry for-the part I had to play
with you" ,
A gasp, an3 the dark head sank
again as the girl burst into shuddering
sobs. '
"Come, Hal, come. And you, too.
Sir Henry. Come block this French
trickster's game. The scoundrel claims
now to be not St. Croix at all, but
some spy Fourney. See see the pass
he has forged or stolen." And Sir John
Wilmerding, at the door, thrust the
paper into the hands of the astonished
Captain Thorncliffe.
Dumb from amazement. Sir Henry
Percy followed Captain Thorncliffe
into the room. At the sight of his
daughter sobbing over the table the
old baronet was about to cry out, but
the soldier, with a quick, warning
grasp, restrained him. Smiling and
easy, the spy bowed to them.
"What's this? "What do you mean?
Who are you anyhow?" blurted Sir
Henry.
The prisoner bowed jauntily a second
time.
"As my pass reads Jacques Four
ney, Wellington's spy. at your service.
Captain Thorncliffe should know that
signature."
After one glance at the self confessed
Fourney the soldier had given all his
attention to the pass. Now he looked
up.
"It's genuine," he said. "There can
be 110 doubt of that."
"And stolen, too, I wager," broke in
Wilmerding angrily.
" 'Tis scarcely possible, Jack. I saw
this pass written in Spain., I recognize
it by a crossed out word."
"And this fellow is" gasped Wil
merding. "He must be Fourney."
For quite a minute no one moved.
The spy looked straight into the eyes
of Thorncliffe and Thorncliffe straight
into the eyes of the spy. But what
each saw in the other was for those
two only. Then impulsively the French
man thrust out his hand:
"Monsieur captain"
Thorncliffe turned his back.
"I think," he said slowly, "your trail,
Fourney, leads toward France. Sir
Henry Percy, in accordance with that
pass, will give jtou a horse. You may
catch your man before he reaches the
seacoast."
With the first sound of her father's
voice Mistress May had sprung to her
feet. The Percy pride, strong in all the
line, leaped to her rescue. Throughout
Thorncliffe's identification of the spy
she stood straight, with head held high,
facing her father, and, although now
and then her hands at her sides moved
nervously and at the end her mouth
was trembling, yet the big black eyes
throughout showed brave and firm.
"Dad," she began, and just at first
the trembling mouth made the tones to
shake ever so slightly, though the look
remained steadfast "dad, you must be
surprised to see me here. I want to
confess something to you, dad. I came
because I thought that man that spy
my cousin from France. And and
dad, I loved him. If he had been my
cousin St. Croix, dad" and now her
voice was proud and full "nothing
could have kept me from marrying
him. But a Percy can't love a blood
money spy, dad, and if you and John
will forgive me I'll I'll" she ended it
in a wild jumble of words and tears
"I'll marry John any time you say."
From Sir Henry there burst a great
rushing sigh of relief.
"Then tomorrow it is, coz!" he cried,
gathering the sobbing girl in his arms.
"I'll bring the bishop over from Sir
Harvey's tonight, and your old dad's
the happiest man in England."
Without so much as a' glance at the
father and daughter or at the man who
had won the girl he loved the spy turn
ed and walked from the room, and as
he passed Captain Thorncliffe he mut
tered, "Merci, monsieur, but I had
rather you had not so paid that little
ilebt."
CHAPTER XV.
ERTAINLY it Is most irreg
ular," objected the bisnop.
The masked highwayman
waved his big pistol with a
careless, deprecating gesture that sent
a cold shiver racing to the Very gouty
toes of the fat prelate in the coach.
"But, worshipful sir, when a priest
is so hard to meet, what is a poor devil
of an outlaw bent on matrimony to do?
Jack Ketch can't tie that knot."
Sir Henry Percy, seated beside my
lord bishop in the coach, gave an in
voluntary snort of laughter at the arm
ed highwayman's apologetic speech.
With the robber's first dash from the
dark shadows of the overhanging elms
beside the road Sir Henry had tried
his pistols. The caps sputtered, but
no balls came. "Powder wet!" ex
claimed the baronet; then, realizing his
helplessness, resigned himself to what
must come.
When, the postboys having been
knocked from their horses, the high
wayman in a hoarse voice demanded
not money, but a simple exercise of
the bishop's churchly office, the good
baronet chuckled loud in his surprise
and delight. Was not the bishop even
then on his way to the castle to marry
Mistress May Percy to Sir John Wil
merding. One extra ceremony thrown
In on the side could not hurt. Rather
It would be just a breather to get the
prelate In good, trim for the big wed
ding to follow in the morning. The
bishop knew the service by heart of
course, and it would take little time.
Sir Henry had been a gay dog in his
day, and the present adventure pleas
ed him mightily. So, supremely con
tent at the promised successful out
come of his own little schemes, the
squire urged the bishop to quickness.
"It can do no harm, and perhaps it
may do good." he said.
"Come, come, sir!" And now the out
law's tone- bore sharp command. He
C
put his horse beside" the c-jach and,
thrusting an arm through the window,
broivrht the big pistol very close to the
bishop's head.
"My lord, we are wasting time."
Then he who daily kept noblemen in
his anteroom begging for some slight
w
Beneath the dark shade of the over
hanging elms they were married.
service climbed out with hate to mar
ry an unknown gallows bird to his
wench on the country road at midnight,
he postboys forgot their shaking fear
at the sight.
"May I be witness, Sir Gallows
Cheat?" chuckled the now gay Sir
Henry.
"Yes, if you swear to be a true one
and always to uphold what you see
here done," returned the highwayman
in a hoarse, throaty voice.
"Upon my honor," replied the knight,
laughing. "But the lady show lis the
lady. What a story it will be for Thorn
cliffe and the others!"
A black shadow detached itself from
the trunk of a tree, and a slender girl
rode out. The clouds had thickened,
completely cutting off the moon, so
through the darkness the witnesses
could just make out the indistinct out
lines of a slender, graceful figure. The
bishop offered his hand, and she sprang
lightly to the ground. Her lover was
beside her. A postboy, grinning, now
held the horses.
And so beneath the dark shade of
the overhanging elms, under the eyes
of the peeping stars, they were mar
ried. "John and Mary" the man in his
hoarse voice gave their names, and at
the strange coincidences Sir Henry Per
cy, the- chief witness, almost forgot
where he was. "John Mary." How
the names thrilled his old heart! To
morrow morning in the library at The
Oaks he would hear the bishop call
those names ao;ain, and he would an
swer. Yes, there was the sentence,
"Who giveth this woman to this man?"
And, thinking of the morrow and
what it meant to him, Sir Henry from
the darkness called forth in his deep
est voice, "I do, with all my heart."
The slender bride gave a little sob
bing cry of joy. t
For the rest of the ceremony her an
swers were nods and indistinct mur
murs through happy tears. It was the
most solemn service of the bishop's life.
"And would you like a certificate?"
he asked when John and Mary had
plighted their troth.
"Certainly," replied the gallows bird
groom.
By the dim light of the stars for
the highwayman in his first attack had
smashed the carriage lamps the cer
. tificate was made out and signed.
Naught remained but to insert the full
names of the contracting parties. The
bishop held the goose quill poised ex
pectantly. The old baronet was lean
ing forward in his interest.
"Put in," said the highwayman,
"John Percy Latapie, vicomte de St.
Croix, and May rerey, daughter of Sir
Henry Percy, his wife."
Then, lighting the tension that fol
lowed, the n)on rushed out with sud
den boldness from behind the clouds to
show the father and daughter standing
face to face.
"Dad, dear dad!" Her arms out
stretched toward him, her eyes big and
soft with love, the wayward girl made
her tender appeal. "Forgive me, dad!"
Sir Henry Percy stood white, silent,
too dazed for speech.
"I could not give him up when he
offered his life for me, dad."
"May my little girl married to a
Frenchman?" The old man murmured
It slowly, incredulously to himself.
The girl dared a step nearer, her hus
band and the bishop looking on.
"Not a Frenchman, dad, but Cousin
Jack Percy's grandson, a Tercy
straight and true," she whispered.
Her father seemed suddenly to come
to himself. "How dared you? How
knew you he was not Fourney?" he
cried. "Is he St. Croix?" .
The girl laughed low, happily.
"Fie! I believe you knew It all the
time. Captain Thorncliffe, told Ethel
and she told me," she said. "A lieu
tenant of cavalry rode up after you
had started for Sir Harvey's. He
brought us the news that 'French
Percy' had been shot by his men on
outpost yesterday morn at daybreak
and in proof showed a ring, the St.
Croix seal, taken from the clothes of
the daad man. I recognized it as the
one M. Dubarre had sometimes worn.
See, here it is!" She held the ring to
ward her father. "I had to keep the
horrid big seal in my mouth all during
the wedding to change my voice." she
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Notice of Administration.
Letters of Administration upon the estate
of J. B. Williams, dee'd, having this day been
granted to me by the cierfc of the superior
court of Granville County, notice is her eby
given to all persons indebted to said estate to
come forward and make immediate payment
to me, and all persons hoUling clnin;s against
said estate must present them to mo on or be
fore the 8th day of January 1 DOS. or this no
tice will be plead in bar of their recovery.
This January 8th 1900. Ii. i. WILLIAMS,
Adm'rof J. R. Williams,dec'd.
Graham & Devin Attys.
Executor's Notice.
Having qualified as executor of Carolina H.
Bullock, deceased, all persons having ch-iims
against said estate will please present them
on or before 8th day of January. VM-i. or
this notice will be plead in bar of ttoir recov
ery. All persons Indebted to said will muke
immediate pavment.
SA MUKL A. FLKMIXG. Kx ecutor.
This Jan. 7 1907.
Notice of Application.
Notice is hereby given that Geo. N. Beaton
who was convicted of embezzlement at tiie
November term 1906 of the Granville County
Superior Court and sentenced to serve 12
months on the roads of Granville county, will
on Feb. 2oth, 1907 apply to the Governor of
North Carolina for a pardou. This J umnry
21st. 1907. GKO. N. B.'CA l'ON.
Executor's Notice.
Having qualified as before the Clerk of the
Superior Court of Granville county as Execu
tor of of the estate of M. I. Harris, deceased.
1 nereny give notice to an persons nojnint?
. claims against said est-ite to presa.it thesame
': to me for payment on or before tlx; v.th day
; January, 1908, or this notice will be plead iii
1 bar of their recovery. A!! persons indebted
j to said estate are requested to maku immedi
I ate payment. This Jan. 22, i9;)7.
I MOLLIK HAmilS,
Kxecutor of AI. I). Harris, de-eas;!.
jan25 6tpd.
Administrator's Notice,
Having qualified before the ( lei k of ti.' Su
perior Court as administrator of the est.Me of
the late Nannie rsmith, deceased, i h:-:eby
notify all persons holding claims against said
estate to present the same to me for payment
on or before Jan. 20, 1908, or this notice :!) be
plead in bar of their recovery. A!! pe. sons
indebted to the said estate are requested to
make immediate pay merit. This Jan. 22.i(i0H.
K. L. SMITH,
jan'25 6tpd Adm'r of Nannie Smith, de'ed.
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Notice is hereby given that application v-TTt
be made to the next session of the General
Assembly of North Carolina to pass an act
authorizing the Town of Oxford to provider
system of .sewerage, and to Is-me bonds there
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