ER
EYE
BIB.M. BOWER
INSTALLMENT
tie Kid'* name was Bob Reeves
back home on the Brazos the>
called him tiger Eye, because one
eye was yellow? the eye with which
he sighted dowp a gun-barrel. Hie
the boy dldnt want to kill. If he
stayed home he would have to carry
on his father's feuds, So be beRled
bis hone, Pecos, northward and 'en
countered Nate Wheeler, who drew
' his .45 and fired Just as Tiger Eye
did. ~ The Kid dldnt want to kill
Nate, only to cripple him, but hH
aim must have been wild, foi
Wheeler dropped from bis horse.
Babe Garner came riding up. Wheel
er was a "neater," he said, and had
it coming to him. Tiger Eye rode tc
Wheeler's cabin to notify the dead
man's widow.
The Kid breaks the news of Nate's
i death to his widow and then goes
( out and brings in his body, discover
ing that- be had not missed his shot
to disable Wheeler but had broken
bis arm. while another shot had
I killed the man. A gang of Strang
ers rides up. One of them insula
Mrs. Wheeler by coupling hei
name with the stranger. The Kid
^^^ots a bole In each of the ears ol
Wm Ourham. who hurled the ln
rsult, making his escape In the eon
fusion. He lays in wait for the
party and finally sees the men drive
off with Wheeler's widow and child
Be trails them quietly.
He followed the wagon to Beck
er's ranch and saw the men gather
ed there, and knowing the signal
be softly whistled the first two ban
of "When 'Johnny Comes Marching
Home," and so got by the man on
guard at the gate. The room would
not hold all the men gathered there
and some stood outside in the dark
and talked and smoked. Drank
too, from bottles that went - from
hand to hand until they were emp
tied and thrown away.
The kid did not talk. He kept his
mouth Shut and his ears open, like
old Killer Reeves always had ad
vised. When the gathering showed
signs of breaking up, he melted into
the shadows so quietly he never was
missed, and presently he rode past
the unsuspecting guard at the gate
and went his way.
Hie kid unsaddled Pecos, rubbed
him dry and went whistling up the
path to the cabin. It was warm and
reeked with the . smell of coal oil
fumes and stale cigarette smoke.
Babe's paper novel lay open, face
down on the table, only two or
three pages left unread at the back.
"I damn near saddled up and took
out after yuh, Tiger Eye," he said
querulously. "These are shore bad
times to be ridin' around alone.
Nedter see yuh? well, you oughta
know."
"Shoah do. Babe."
"Have any trouble?^ it's a fait
question."
. "Not to call trouble. Trailed some
nestahs to Sam Becker's ranch. Had
a meetin' theah. Right smart gath
erin'. They aim to call the Poole
men into a trap. Some talk ol
drivin' cattle into Oxbow Bend
nen'll go theah and half the
rill be cached in the pass
"Yeah?" Babe looked startled.
"Say, that mighfa drawed the Poole
riders out. at that, if they didn't
know it was a frame-up. We beer
watchin' our chance to get 'em in
the act, the damn' cow theivesl Say
you got no call to take a chance
like that." Babe frowned as the kid's
exploit recurerd to him. "T they'd'a
caught yuh there, they'd 'a' strung
yuh up in a holy minute. Don't yuh
take another chance like that, Tiger
Bye." - -
The kid did not say anything tc
that.
"Say, you goln' to promise me
yuh won't take no more chances like
that?" Babe presesd the point
"You got something more under
your hat than what you told me
Damn you. Tiger Eye, what more
you been doln' tonight?"
The kid turned and looked long
at Babe over his cup. His yellow
eye was curiously softened.
"I been hearin' talk about Nate
Wheeler," he said finally, and
blinked when he saw how Babe
failed to repress a start. "I beer
find in' out I didn't shoot so wide
I aimed to hit his gun ahm down
and that ahm shoah was hit, jusl
like I aimed it would be."
"Yeah?" Babe's eyes took on a
bard, watehful look.
"1 heabd men. say It was a rifle
bullet hit him in the haM," the kk
drawled softly. "I trecloon yo'al
thought he was goln' to shoot me
I shoah am much obleeged to yo'all
B*beJ\
Babe Oarner Stared, then laugher
shortly ' and turned away. _
Yore welcome. Tiger Eye." Hi
turned and began thumping ptllowi
With savage energy. "Which sidi
tile bed you want? Me, X like U
lay on the edge, where I can rol
out quick."
"Just lay wheah yo'all feels thi
best, Babe grinned the kid. .rural
?Sv . *' '1
lowing the last of the coffee. Tm
sleepin' sound tonight, no mattah
wheah i toy my haid."
? ? ?
The Ud w scouting along the
rim of the Big Bench a day or two
later, playing his mouth organ as
he rode. Softly, because yo'all had
had to be mighty careful nobody
down in the -valley noticed and took ?
a long shot at you. Just far luck. ;
But shucks! Yo'all couldnt hear
' that mouth organ any fartherti you
could flip a rock with your thumb
1 and Anger.
'j Bad country this way. Nice
1 country, but plumb full of -ornery
'?po- account cow thieves that wouldn't
wait to- see if a fellow was all right
? but would holler, "Dpiw, you coy
ote I" and come a-shooting, plumb
| crazy like.
'! Punny, though. If Nate Wheeler.
hadnt come riding and shooting j
1 that-a-way, the kid . wouldn't have
met up with Babe Garner. It shoah
- was worth riding all the way up
fr?m Texas to Montana, Just to
1 meet up with a fellow as nice and
' friendly as Babe Garner was.
1 Shoah was a tfnaky kinda coun
I try, though. The kid didn't know
i just all the ins and outs of the
> fuss. The way Babe told it, cow
? thieves, that let on like they were
? nesters, had banded together to ,
i wipe out the Poole, which was a big !
'!
?= ^ I
field, ""irnHtig their mmntn tat
wanting to see It all. Something
might} strange, though. And then
the kid knew what It war There
weren't any women at th*t funeral
Nate Wheeler had a wile and baby,
but they weren't there, either. Juetr
men. not dreaded up In their Sun
day clothes, but wearing colored
shirts and overalls. Not shaved,
either. Looked Uke they had Just
stopped by from their work. Plenty'
at guns, though, and belts full of
shells. "
The kid stared for two seconds
longer' and tok the field glasses from
his eyes. -
Instantly that grim fathering in
the coulee receded Into the slight
movement of vague dots three miles
and mart away. The scene was!
gone, wiped out by the distance. In- .
stead, the kid was staring down off
the hill at a wagon that came rat
tling down a long slope directly to
ward him. The driver was Standing
up, lashing the horses into a run,
with the long ends of the lines
wrich pt swung like a flail upon
their backs. TBe wagon was jounc- 1
ing along over -hummocks and
woman with- her bonnet off, and
her hair flying straight out behind
her like the tail of a running horse,
was hanging, to the seat like grim
death.
A man on horseback came tearing
"1 heahd men say it was a rifle ballet hit him in the haid." the
' Kid drawled softly.
1
Eastern outfit. Babe said the nest
. ers were stealing the Poole blind
, and the bosses back East wanted it
| stopped. Babe said the Poole
I wouldn't stand (or no more, and
, they now looked on all cow thieves
, same as they did on wolves ? var
'? mints to be got rttl of. Nate Wheel -
er was gunning for Poole riders,
Babe said, and that was why he rode
at the kid that -a- way.
He played absently his thoughts
[ dwelling on what Babe had said.
Babe Seemed to think Poole riders
had to be fighters. Reckon he ought
? to tell Babe he wouldn't kill a man
' for nobody; he'd seen too much of
that back home. Anyway Babe
never asked him a word about that
. part. If be did, the kid would tell
hini**Straight out where he stood.
Poole riders kinda expected to
down a man for keeps if it came
to gun play between them and nest
ers, the kid reckoned. Babe said the
Poole had tried the law and it
; wouldn't work, because the Poole
was an Eastern firm and all the
nesters and town folks hung to
gether. No Jury In the country
would convict a cow thief, Babe
Said.
I So the Poole was going to shoot
it out with the g^ng.
The ldd's job was to ride, along
up here on the rim. Just lazy like,
and watch through field glasses for
any bunch of cattle being rounded
up or - driven along in the nester
country below. Anything that look
ed like a rouncVup down there, or
even a bunch of riders going any
wnere, the kid was to ride to the
top of a small pinnacle, standing
back from the rim of the bench,
and signal with a little, round
looking-glass Babe Oamer had
given him.
j - It wasn't much of a Job. The kid
would rather ride with Babe, where
fwr it was he had struck out for
at daylight. But Babe didn't act
like he wanted anybody along.
The kid watched faithfully for
awhile, halting Pecos behind bowld
ers while he 'got off and focused the
glasses on this ranch ond that ranch
and the tranquil range land in be
; tween. Quiet as Sunday afternoon
i in a-- Qauker village, down there.
The kid swung the glasses farther
? Into the coulee and along the trail
I to the gate, -and up up to Wheeler's
; cabin. There he held them steady,
i little puckers showing in the skin
. around his eyes, he squinted so. His
. lips fell slightly apart as he watch
; ed. No wonder the valley was emp
; ty and no nesters were stirring!
i Having a' funeral for Nate Wheeler,
that was why. Yard full of wagons
>. and saddle horses, men standing
I around outside the house, nat talk
I , lng but Just standing there, looking
. sour: Every one packing guns.
,| The kid sharpened the focus a
I little, still gaging with his forehead
I wrinkled, trying to figure out- what
was wrong. Now the men were edg
; lng back from the- door ? plain as
? if he stood in the yard with them
! he could see all they did; plain as
> looking at a play on the stage.
1 Fetching the coffin out now. Just
| a board box with strap handles
; nailed on, nesters all stretching
? tlielr necks like turkeys in a grain
up over the top of the little ridge.
He Started shooting, but he didn't
hit anything at first and the team
came on, leaving the road at the
first turn and galloping straight
down the slope.
The horseman spurred closer, still
shooting, and at the third shot the
driver made a sudden dive down on
one of the horses, rolled off onto the
1 ground and lay still. The team shied
violently aside and snagged the,
front wheels in a big clump of buck
bush which they tried to straddle.
The girl Jumped out and started
running for the hill, the man tak
ing after her, yelling at her to stop.
But she dldnt do It, though.
She was a girl, all right. The kid
knew that as soon as she Jumped
out and started running. She dldnt
run like a woman. This one legged j
It for the hill Hke a boy, her hair
loose and waving out behind her'
like a yellow flag. -
The fellow after the girl was try
ing' to catch her befbre she got
in among the rocks where he
; couldn't ride. It klnda looked as If
she might make It all right, espe
cially when she went over that wash
in one long Jump like a deer and
fellow's horse balked and reared
; back on the edge. The man yelled
again, pulled down with ' his gun
and sent a bullet kicking up the
dust right in front of her. That
scared her 90 she Stopped, not
knowing which way to turn. The
fellow dldnt shoot again but took
down his rope and Jumped off his
horse. v
The kid was wating, with his blue j
| left eye squinted nearly shut and
his yellow right eye open and star
j lng like a tiger. They kept coming
closer and closer, and the Jjid's gun
barrew Jabbed forward and spat.
The man was widening his loop
as he ran, but he dropped it as
his arm jerked down to his side. He
wore two guns, though. He started
I to draw a second gun with his left
1 hand, but the kid fired another
shot. The man gave a lurch and
almost fell. Suddenly he Sat down
; wner? be was and leaned over side
wise, acting klnda sick.
When the kid took another look
at the girl, she was lying on the
ground all In a heap, like she'd
fainted or been shot or something.
He watched her for a minute and
saw she dldnt move, so he went
Jumping down Uie bluff like a loos
ened bowlder.
He was plum Sorry for her and he
hoped she wasn't hurt, but he hung
back and dldnt want to touch her
or turn her over to see if she was
dead. Her hair was all down over
her face, and it was- the longest,
yellowest hair he had ever seen in
his life. She gave a deep, gasping
s'-gh and he stepped back r little
farther. She had Just fainted.
She'd be coming to in a minute,
and she wouldnt thank him for
standing there gawping at her that
a-waf*
The kid walked over and stood
looking down at the fellow on thel
ground. The man glared up at him
like a trapped wolf. Both ears "were
swollen ?ad red, ? puckery round
hole showing la the outstanding i
shell of each.
I ,
"When I plugged them eahs." he
drawled contemptuously, "I ahoah
thought yo'all iu Just plain skunk
1 vttht I'd kxwwn then yo'all was
half skunk and hall Sidewlndahl" ,
Old man, all Tight. Her old pap
py, shot without a chanoe in the
world to help himself. Didnt even
have a \jhn on him. Old fanner,
by the look of him. Bald-headed and
little and old.
The kid Investigated his head In
jury. Didnt aeem to be any crack1
in the skull, but still you oouldnt
tell, with an old man like him.
The kid got up and- looked In the
wagon. A sack of flour was there, j
and a box of groceries, all Jumbled
together, and a demijohn lying on Its
side. The kid hoped it held whisky,
and reached a long arm for It \
Shoah enough? old pappy liked his,
eye opener when he got up In the
morning, and was taking home a
Jugful. The kid gave him an eye'
opener now, holding the old mail's'
head up and tilting the Jug to the
ashy lips pinched in together in1
the long beard. Then he poured a
little In his palm and rubbedit on
the- blue lump in the thin ' gray
hair, and after that he trickled a
pungent little stream 8n the bullet
wound, front and back. The man's!
faded blue eyes opened and he
stared vaguely up Into the kid'S
face.
"Reckon yo'au teeun1 some bet
tah, suh," the kid said shyly. "Right
smaht crack on the baid. bur the
whisky'll keep down the swellin'."
And when the old eyes still ques
tioned, the kid ofTered further en
couragement. Bullet dug ltsef a
trail In yo'all's side, but it ain't
deep, no how."
The old man opened his mouth
and moved his Jaw uncertainly, try
ing to speak. HIS eyes never left
the kid's face.
"Where's Nellie?" The old man
was still dazed, but at least he could
speak once more. The kid gave a
sigh of relief.
"Why. suh, she ? " he turned and
looked back toward the hill " ? she's
comin'. She'll be -he ah directly.
sun.
The dripk revived the old man a
little, but he Seemed to have only a
vague idea of what had taken place.
"Team run away," he mumbled.
"Throwed me out. Where's Nellie?
She was in the wagon when the
team run away."
She came, her long yellow hair
pulled forward over her left shoul
der. Her face was pale and her
mouth drooped at the corners, and
her eyes were glassy with terror,
but the kid thought she was beau
tiful and he blushed a dark red as
he tipped his hat to her.
"You hurt, Pa?" The girl sank
on her knees beside the old man.
"Pete shot you, didn't he?"
"Pete? Pete who? The horses
run away. Guess they throwed me
out Where was we goin', Nellie?
Wasn't we goto' some place?"
"We were going home, Pa." She
was kneeling there, 'looking at the
blue lump on her father's head, and
from there her staring eyes turned
to the bullet wound in his side.
which the kid had left uncovered
ready for further ablutions of raw
whisky. "Don't you remember
when Pete Gorham , took in after
us, after Nate Wheeler's funeral, and
you remembered you never got your
gun back from the bartender before
you left town?"
IPete Gorham! Who's he? I
donl remember any "
The kid's hand left its slow strok
ing of the horse's syeaty Jaw. He
walked over and stood beside the
kneeling girl, bashful . but deter
mined.
"ScuSe me," he said diffidently,
gun-hand to his hat grim when
she looked up. "Did yo'all say Nate
Wheelah's funeral taken place yes
te'day?"
"Why, of course it was ? " she
checked herself abruptly, one swift,
troubled glance going to her father
on the ground. "You must be a
stranger in the valtey if you don't
know?" She cast a swift, Sudden
ly enlightened glance upward. "Are
you one of them Poole rim- riders?"
"I happened to be up theah when
Pete Gorham shot yoh pep," he
said, with slow meaning. "I "taken
it upon mysef to stop Pete befoah
he could carry out his plan."
"Well, wasnt you rim riding on
the valley?"
"I just happened to be theah at
the time."
"You're a Poole rider, ain't you?"
"Poole! Poole rider!" The old
man scrambled to a sitting pasture,
his face working furiously as mem
ory came back with a rush. "One of
them Texas killers, I betchal Was
it you dry-gulched my son, Ed?
Where's my gun?" He clawed fu
tilely at his hip, where no gun was
bolstered.
"No. suh, It wasn't me."
The girl gave an Involuntary shud
der and closed her eyes for a second
"Even if he is a Poole rider, Pa.
he-r-dld us a big favor.'' she Said,
a little color staining her cheeks.
"We>? got to be grateful for .that!*"
"Are you the fellow that shot
Pete. In the ears? They were talk
ing about that yesterday at Nate
Wheeler's, fune? " she caught her
self up. blttag her lip. 1
"Nate Wheelah's funeral," the
Idd finished softly "Yes'm, 1 had
the pleasuah of eah-mahkin' Pete'
the othah eventaV
"Then you're one of those Texas
killers. They said It was a Texlis
killer done that. P?, ain't you able
to get IB the wagon? I can driva,
tt you can stt and ride."
She was In a hurry to ret away
from him, even though be had saved
her from Pete Qorham. Saved her ,
and her pappy* life, and this was
all the thanks he got The kid
swung on his heel and gave aH his
attention to harking the wagon off
the buckbush so the team could be
turned around.
He worked swiftly, surely, his
capable hands never wasting a mo- '
tlon, never uncertain of the thing
they Should accomplish. The team
was restless, wanting to go home,
and the kid turned to the girL |
"If yo'all would be so accemmo
datln' as to come hold these hawses
a minute," he said stiffly, *Td be
shoah pleased to tote yah pap ovah
and lay him In the wagon."
"1 kin walk, dang ye!" the old
fellow cried pettishly. But1* he
couldnt, except with the help of
the kid's arm under his Shoulders,
taking all the weight off the wobbly
old legs. >
"We'e much obliged," the gtrl
laid graijtnynedft, After ?e had
lifted the old man Into the wagoa.
"Even If you are a rtm rider for
the Poole, I want to thank you for
?all you've done."
Then she loked at Pete Oorham,
who sat cursing beside a sage-bush,
come along and fixed Pete food
khd ptojfy.
The?( was something in her roioe
that <iu like her hair. Something
like gold, of coune, ^yo'all couldn't
W a Voice was yellow, or bad a
shiny sound, but yo*aQ could klraU
Imagine it wu like gold. That girl
down in Tew her voice 'was like"
a Ua pan. ^iinny about voice? ?
they my mora -than word*, some
times. More than a person wants
their voice to Say. Hers did. Hers
said she'd shoah hate to have any
thing happen-to a rim rider.
The kid rode dreamily along,
watching the wagon as it bumped
over the dim trail in the grass.
Watching Just In case she might
need help or something. Oirl like
that didnt belong with no neater
outfit She oughta have some big
rich cattleman for a pappy and
ride around on a nice, gentle horse.
Die wagon finally turned into a
shallow depression and was Seen no
more from the rim. The kid mark
ed the place where she lived; mark
ed It with a special significance in
his qiind.
Now and then he swept the val
ley *ith a perfunctory glance, but
most. of the time he was staring at
the ridge which hid her home. A
thin line of cotton woods ran up
along a creek there. There were
places where the tops of the trees
"Even if be to a Poole rider," the jtfrl said, "Be did as a. bis fnvor."
took her foot down off the hub, and
came over to where the kid stood
stroking the nose of the horse he
was holding by the bridle.
"If you dont kill Pete Gorham,
hell kill you," she Said in a fierce
undertone.
"Reckon Ml be a right smaht
whie befo' he's able." The kid did
not look at her.
She glanoed again toward the
querulous murmur of her dad's
voice. "You better quit the Poole
and get outa the country," she said
huriedly. "The valley folkSTl kill
you ? " _ '
She seemed "to think th|t was say
ing more than she dared, for she
turned sharply away and drove off.
He went over to Pete Gorham,
lifted him to his feet and faced him
toward the valley.
"Go hunt yo'se'f a coyote den
and crawl Into it," he advised harsh
ly, and started back up the hill,
climbing like one in a great hurry."
The kid's lips thinned a iwt
stralghtened when he remembefed
that girl running for the hill, Pete
after her with his rope. Any other
man would have shot to kill. But
somehow this thing of killing ? It
was plumb easy to do, but yo'all
never could put the life back in a
man once you'd shot It out.
Funny about the nesters being
wise to Poole rim riders.
Thai funeral was another Strange
thing. They buried Nate Wheeler
yesterday, she said. Then what did
they want to carry out a coffin and
start another procession today for?
The kid couldn't see any sense to
that.
The kid turned his glasses on the
now-distant wagon and looked for
Peter Might as well make shoah he
wasn't trying to trail the girl. No,
Pete was going straight across the
flat, making a beeline for Becker's
coulee, as nearly as the kid could
Judge. Satisfied, he turned the
glasses again upon the wagon.
Shoah was a pretty girL The kid
never had seen such yellow hair In
his life. ' Wasn't must like that
darned rftuek-up girl back home
that had made fun of his yellow
eye." This girl, Nellie, never no
ticed his eye.
He sighed and gave another
sweeping glance at the valley. Shoah
was a funny thing about that fun
eral. Reckon they were just trying
to fool him with it, like the girl
hinted. Maybe they wanted to go
all in a bunch somewhere and
couldn't figure out any way to keep
from being seen, and maybe they
Just had a fake funeral to fool any
Poole rim rider that happened to
be keeping cases. Plumb foolish.
Easiest way was to Kend somebody
along over here to bushwhack him.
The kid gave a sudden grunt of
understanding. The netten had
?ent somebody, all right. Or they
thought they had. They'd sent Pete
Oorham. And Pete had klnda got
side-tracked, thinking he could kill
off that old man and get, the girl.
The kid's face darkened at the
simplicity of the scheme. Pete had
thought he could do it and lay it
to the Poole. They'd blame the
Poole, and they'd go running after
them harder than ever. But Pete
didn't make It stick. The kid had
showed above the ridge. One place
where the ridge dipped a little, the
kid thought he could make out part
| of the roof 'of a building. Might
| be rocks, but it shoah did look like
a roof.
! The k'ld stirred uneasily and let
I the glasses drop from his eyes. A
: long, oddly attenuated shadow was
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lidteg stealthily dawn the rocks be
ide him. a big hat and a pair oi
boulders growing U??er as be
ooked. The kid sprang up like a
tartled deer, his sun In his hand
md pointing straight at the man
rhd stood looking at him. Then
uddenly the kid smiled sheepishly
iad tucked the gun back In Its
tolster.
"Come alive like a rattler, didn't
?uh?" Babe Oarner grinned. "You
ieen asleep?"
"No I been watchin' the valley."
"Hunh!" Babe's tone sounded
? "See anything?"
"Saw a funel over to Nate Whee
Eih's place."
"You didn't report it to the
'oole," Babe charged grimly. "What
ras the matter? Paralysed so you
ouldn't git to the plnaele?"
"No; suh, I was right bujfy soon
iftah," he said mildly.
"Doin' what?" /
"Shoo tin' a nestah!"
"Hell! Why dldp't yuh say so?"
iabe's tone had warmed amazingly.
Some one tryih' to dry-gulch yuh,
Plger Eye?"
"I reckon he was aimin' that-a
vay, Babe." v -
CONTINUED NEXT WEEK
The acreage to winter hay crops
iuch as the barley, oats and vetch
nlxture has been Increased by 100
)er cent In Orange County this
Mar. Dairy farmer* use the mix
ure to supplement pasture and for
larly gracing.
Barber? Have you tried that hair
onic I Sold youJL ..
Baldy ? Oh. yes.
Barber? And did you find It
rough t out the new hair?
Baldy? No, but it brought out the
Id hair, all right.
Pour additional silos have been
reeled by dairy farmers of Chath
,m County as an evidence of the
ncreased interest In dairying.
Professional Cards
DR. O. G. DAVIS
Veterinarian
Offers his service to Roxboro
and surrounding community s
Phone 87
R. B. DAWES
Attorney -at- Law ~
Office Adlolnlng L. M. Carlton
Roxboro, N. O.
B. I. SATTERFIELD
~ ATTORNEY-AT-LAW
Roxboro-Durham, N. C. .
Ftoxboro Office: Thomas Sc Carver
Sulldlng. In office Monday and
,-w Saturdays.
Durham Office: 403 Trust Build
ing. In Durham Office Tuesday,
Wednesday, Thursday and Fri
day each week.
DR. B. B. BLALOCK
Optometrist
South Boston. Va.
Byes examined and glasses fitted by
up-to-date scientific methods.
Satisfaction guaranteed.
In New Hotel John Randolph.
DR. G. C. VICKERS
Dentist
Office In WUburn ajid Satterfield
Store Building on Main Street, up
italrs. corner rooms
N. LUNSFORD
Attorney -at- Law
Jfflce over Thomas & Carver Bid?.
Roxboro, N. C.
J. J. WOODY
Licensed Embatmer
Roxboro, N. C
drT j. h. hughes
Dentist
Office In Hotel Jones, next door *
to Dr. Tucker's Office
Or. ). D. BRADSHER
Dentist
Office over Wlbura & Satterfleld's
?Store Buldtn*
FARMERS HARDWARE CO.
Hardware For The Home And Farm
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