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Satan 'j Sanderson i ? ,ii By HALLIE ERNINIL KIVES. |ij Author ?t dMrnlturtiiruui " Lie '' opyrt^hl/ I IS* th? Bobt>? Merrill Com p?ny I /?v\ CKapter 22 , AUK was falling keen Qr'sT% and cool, for front v. ^?gt?_^|n Iii the ulr, touching ?!'?? *" U fall foliage on the hills wlto crimson mul amber BI1<1 etching delicate hoar tracery ou the spidery framework of the loll* black ral'.:oad bridge that hung above "the hole " The warning light from a signal post threw a criuiHon splash on the ground. Ita green pane cast a pallor ou a board I'd face turned out over the gloomy water. "It was here," he said aloud. lie stood a moment, hla hands clinched "The new life began here. Merc, then, la where the old life ended." From where he stood he could aee blossom lng the yellow llghu of the little city, five miles away. He aet Ilia shoulders, whistled to the small dog that nosed near by and aet off at a quick pace down the road Once In the afreets he turned up hl< coat collar and settled the brim of his felt hat more closely over Ills eyes, lie crossed an open square and presently j.. <i... ... ..r .. ..I ol ...f I'HUH' IU lilt? KB It' ill 11 IIIIIIIIV * . I ? 11 f\ i r?? well hack from the street. Its greii rose window was alight, for on tIll evening was to he held 11 memorial service for the old man whose money hail built the pile, who had died n fori night before in a distant sanitarium. He turned at the sound of wheel*, and the blur shocked Itself apart to re veal a kindly face that looked nt liiui for au Instant framed In the window of a passing carriage. Inside the cur rlnge Ilisliop Ludlow settled back, with a sigh. "Only a face on the pave merit," he said to his wife, "but it re minded me somehow of liarry Sander aon." "How strange It U," she said?thr bishop had no secrets from his wife "never a word or a sign, and every thing In his study Just as be left It What can you do. John? It Is four months ago now, and the parish needs a rector." He did not reply for a moment. The questlou touched the trouble that was ever present In his mind "I know," he Bald at length. "1 may have failed In my whole duty, bill I haven't known how to tell David Stlres, especially since we heard of Ills Illness. I had written to him?the whole story The ink was not dry on the paper when the letter came from Jessica telling us of his death." Behind them as they talked the man on the pavement was walking on feverishly, the dog following with a reluctant whine. At last he came to a wide, dark lawn set thick with aspens clustering about a white house. Hp hesitated a moment, then walked slowly up the broad, weed grown garden path to ward Its porch. In the half light the massive silver door plate stood out clearll'. He had known Instinctively that that house had l?een a part of his life, and yet a tremor caught him as he read the name?Stlres Tlw Intui tion that had bent his steps from the atreet, the old stirring of dead memory had brought him to his past at last This house had been his home! He started. A man In his shirt eleeves was standing by a half o|>eii aide door regarding him narrowly. "Thinking of buying?" The query was good humoredly satiric. "Or may be Just lookiug the old ranch over with a view to a shakedown!" The trespasser smiled grimly. It was not the first time he had seen that weather beaten fare "You have glv en up surgery as a profession. I see." he said. Tht? nthor /? DDiA nno riir ?? t blni In a puzzled way. then laughed "If It Isn't the core we picked np on the railroad track." he said, "dog and all! I thought you were far down the coast, where It's warmer. Nothing much doing with you, eh?" "Nothing much," answered the man he addressed. Others might recognize him us the lilack sheep, but this non descript watchman whom chance had set here could not. lie knew him only ?s the dingy rifabond whose brokeu head he had bandaged In the box car. "I'm In better luck," went on the man In shirt Bleeves. "I struck this about two months ago as gardener lirst. and now I'm a kind of a sort of a ?watchman. They gave me a bunk In the summer house there"?he jerked his thuml> backward over his shoulder ?"but I know a game worth two of that for these cold nights. I'll show you. I can put you up for the night," he added, "If you like." The wayfarer shook his bead. "I must get away tonight, but I'm much ?bilged." "Haven't done anything, have you?" ?sked hla one time companion curi ously. "You didn't seem that sort." The bearded face turned away. "I'm not 'wantfd' by the nollce, no, but I'm on the move, and the sooner I take the trail the better. I don't mind night tra \ el." "You'd be better for a rest." said the vrat'hman. "but you're the doctor. Come in, and we'll have a nip of tome thing warm anyhow." His guest followed htm Into a spa cious ball, scarce conscious of what ha did. A double door to tnc left was fillut, Jiut lie nevertheless kn ??" perfect- 1 | ly that the rooui It hlil bad a tall i French window letting on to a garden where camellias bud once dropped like Mood. The o|>en door to the right led to the library. There the yellow light touched the j dark wainscoting, the marble mantel piece, dim painting* 011 the wall and a j great brass Itonnd Korean deak !u a J corner. Wl?at black thing had once happened lli that room? What face j had once looked at him from that : wheel chair? It wan an old face gray and liued and passlonste. his father doubtless. He told himself thin calmly, with an odd sense of apartness. The other's glance followed hla pride fully. "It'a a fine property," he said. "The owner's an invalid. I hear, with one leg In "tlio grave. He's In Bonn HTltarluni and can't get much good Of It. Nice pictures, them," he added, sweeping a candle round. "That's a good looker over there. Must lie the old man's daughter, I reckon. Well, I'll go ant! get you a linger or two to keep tlie fn>at out of your lungs. It'll be cold tonight Make yourself at home." The door closed behind him. The man he left was trembling vio lently. Ho hail scarcely repressed a cry. The |?>rtralt that hung above the mantelpiece was Jessica's, in a house dress of soft ltomney blue and a sin gle white rose caught In her hair. "The old man's di.lighter!" The words seem ed to echo untl re-echo about the walls, voicing a new agony without n name Then Jessica was Ills sister! As he stared dry eyed at the picture 1 In the candle light the misery slowly j passed He must know. Who she was, | what she waa to him, he must learn ? beyo'id peradventure. He cast n swift glance around him. Orderly rows of I hooks stared from the shelves; the ma j hogauy table held only n pile of old I magazines He strode to the desk, 1 drew down Its lid and tried the draw its nicy opened readily, and lie rap idly turned over tlielr litter of papers, written In the name crabbed hand that had etched the one datnnliiK word on the draft he hail found In the cabin on Hmoky mountain. Most of the papers the searcher saw at a glance were of no lni|K>rt, anil they gave him no clew to what he sought Then, mysteriously guided by the subtle memory that seemed of lute to haunt him, though he was hut half conscious of Its guidance, his nervous lingers suddenly found and pressed a spring, a panel fell down, and he drew out a folded parchment Another instant und he was bending over it with the candle, his lingers tracing familiar legal phrases of a will laid there long ago. He read with the blood shrinking from Ills heart: "To my sou, Hugh. In return for the care aud sorrow he has caused me all the days of his life, for his dissolute career and his graceless desertion, I do give and bequeath the sum of $1,0(>0 and the memory of his mlss|>ent youth The residue of my estate, real and personal, I do give and bequeath to my ward, Jessica Holme"? The blood swept back to his heart In a flood. Ward, not daughter! He could still keep the one sweet thing left him. His love was justified. Tears sprang to his eyes, and he laid the parchment back and closed the desk. He hastily brushed the drops away us the watchman entered and set down two glasses and a bottle. "There you are. That'll lie worth Ave miles to you!" He poured noisily. His guest drank, set down the glass aud held out his hand. "Good luck!" he said. The dog thrust a cold muzzle Into his hand as he walked down the gruv el pnth slowly, feeling the glow of the ilquor gratefully, with the grudging releuse It brought from mental ten sion. He had not consciously asked himself whither now. In some sub conscious corner of bis brain this had been asked and answered. He was *oing to his father. Not to seek to change the stern decree, not to annul those bitter phrtfses?"his dissolute ca reer, the memory of his misspent youth!" Only to ask his forglveuess and to make what reparation was pos sible; then to go out once more to ths world to tight out his battle. Chapter 23 1 JM^llK bell wag tupping in I the steeple of the little Catholic church on the I ? sW~ edge of the town, and & the mellow tone came clearly up the slope of the mountain where ouce more the one time partner of 1'rendergast stood on the threshold of the lonely cabin, senti nel over the mounds of yellow gravel that marked his toil. The returned wauderer had met with a distinct surprise In the town. As he passed through the streets more than one had nodded or had spoken his name, and the recognition had sent a glow to his cheek and a lightness to his step. Since the daring feat In the automo bile the tone of the gossip had changed. His name was no longer connected with the sluice robberies. The lucky Qnd, too, constituted a material boom for Smoky Mountain and bettered the stock in its hydraulic enterprises, and , this had been written on the credit ' side of the ledger. Opinion, so all pow I erful In a new community, had altered. All this he who had been the outcast could not guess, but Jie felt the change with satisfaction. Till the sun was low he sat in the cabin thinking. At length he called { the dog and fastened it in its accus j k turned place and began slowly to climb ' the steep awe ill toward the Knot When he came to a certain Tlae ifi >wu trail that met the main path he turned aside. Here lay the apot There he tirul lirnt spoken with her. fuce to face Here she hud told hlni there wan Doth Ins In liii* i>a?t which could not |? buried und forgotten As he parted the bus he* and atcnp?d luto the uurrow space be-lde the J u tlug ta!((e he stopped short with bj ezclatuatloD. The place wan no lor.g.-r u tnuKle of vinea. A grave bad been lately mad* there, and behiiid it, fresh chiseled lu the rock, wan a statue-a figure Heated, chin on baud, ua If rv gan'.itiK the nearby mound Aa In ? dreaiu he realized that Ita feature were hla owu. Awestruck, the livinv n:an drew ucar. It was Jessica's conception of the prodigal aon ua she bud modeled It l'i Anislon In her blindness, after HujtV eurly return to the house In the uspens David Stires hail point ed out tile distil tit Knob u* a spot iln w h I o b I. e I would ehoose to l>e buried, and the wish had heeo observed. 11 *> r Horrow for bis death hud lieen deepened I'J' the thought that the end had come too suddenly for Da vid St ires to have reinstated bis son The living iikiii ore it ,H)SSl.SK(.(1 ? ? e near , . . com fort?that lie had known at the last and had lor given llugh. Of tills she could assure him when he returned, for she could not really believe so deep Is the heart of n woman?that he would not return iu the days of vigil she had found re lief lu the rough, hard work of the mal let. None had Intruded in that out of the way spot, save that one day Mrs llallornn, led by curiosity to see the grave of the rich man whose whim It had been to be burled on the mountain side, had found her ut her work, and her Jessica had pledged to silence. She was no fool, was Mrs. Ilalloran. and to learn the name of the dead man was to put two and two together. Her motherly heart overflowed to the girl who worked each day at that self ap pointed task. Only the afternoon !>e fore Jessica had finished carving the words on the base of the statue on which the look of the startled man was now resting: "1 will arise and go unto my father " The gazer turned from the words, with <|ii!ek question, to the mound lie came close and lu the fading light looked at the name on the low head stone. So he had come too late! If lie could only have learned the truth earlier! If he might ouly put back die hands of the clock! Hours went by. At length he rose to ills feet, his llmba cramped and stiff cued, and made his way back to the lonely cabin on the hillside. There he found fuel, kindled a blaze in the fireplace and cooked his frugal supper He thought of the losing battle be had fought there once before, when tempest shrieked without?the battle which had ended in defeat. He thought of the will Jie had seen, now sealed with the great seal of death He was the shorn beggar, she the lien etklary. What duty she had owed his father was ended n^v Desolate she might be?in new) 01 a hand to guide and guard but she was beyond the reach of penury This gave him a dense of satisfaction Was she there on the mouutain at that moment? At last he took Old Despair's batter ed violin from the wall and. seatlug himself iu the open doorway, looking across the mysterious purple of the gulches to the skyline sown with pale stars, drew the bow softly across flie strlugs. Through manifold varia tions the music wandered till at length there came from the hollowed wood au air that was an unconscious echo of a forgotten wedding day?"O perfect love, all human thought tran scending!" The light breeze that shook the pine needles bore the sound far to an ear that had grown tense with listening? to one on the ridge above to whom it had sounded the supreme call of youth and life. lie did not feel her nearer presence as she stole breathless across the dark path and stood behind him. The music died, the violin slipped from beneath his chin, the bow drop ped and his head fell on his arms. Then he felt a touch on his shoulder aud heard the whisper: "Hugh! Hugh!" "Jessica!" he cried aud sprang to his feet. "I have watched every day and lis tened every night," she said. "1 knew that you would come?that you must come back!" "if 1 had never gone, Jessica!" he exclaimed. "Then I might have aeen my father. Hut I didn't know"? She clasped her hands together. "You know now? You remember It all?" He shook his head. "1 have been there"?he poluted to the hillside?"and 1 have guessed who it Is that lies there. I know 1 sluned against him and against myself and left him to die un forgiving. That Is what the statue said to me, as he must have said, 'I am no more worthy to be called thy son.'" "Ah." she cried, "he knew aud he forgave you. Hugh! His last thought was of your coiuiug. That is why 1 carved the figure there." "You carved It?" he exclaimed. She bent her forehead to his hands as the} clasped her own. "The prodigal Is yourself," she said "l modeled it once before when you came ba. k to him. In the time you have forgotten But I destroved lt"T the words were very low now?"on my wedding day." His banda released hers. and. looking ap. sbe saw, even la the mooulight, that wltb tbe last w?rd Uls (ace bad gune ghastly wblte. At the sight timid ity. maidenly reserve, fell, and all the woman In ber rushed uppermost. Sbe lifted ber arms and ctasped hi* face. "Hugh," she cried, "can't you remem ber? I?ou't you uuderstand? Think! I was blind, dear, blind. A wblte bandage was across my eyes, and you came to me In a shaded room Why did you come to me?" A spark seemed to dart through bis brain like tbe prickling discharge from a Leyden Jar. He saw himself stand ing, facing a figure wltb bandaged eyes. He saw the bandage torn off. felt that yielding body in his arms, beard a voice ? her voice ? crying: "Hugh, Hugh! My husband!" and felt j those lips pressed to his own lu tbe teuse air of a darkened room A cry broke from bis lips: "Yes, yes, I remember! Jessica, my wife!" His arms went round bfer. and. wltb a little sob. she nestled close to him ou the doorstep. 'l'liat hour od the mountain side un der the stars bad left Harry possessed of a melte of perplexing emotions Dreaming and waking Jessica's face ] hung before his eyes, her voice sound ed in his ear The future held uo lout; er ao.v doubt; It held only her Where was that future to be? Hack in the city to which his painful curiosity had bo lately driven him? This lay uo longer In his own choice it was for her to decide now?Jessica, his wife. ' Ho looked up transfixed, for she stood there before him ankle deep In a brown whirlwind of leuves from a frost stung oak. her hand to her cheek in an adorable gesture that be knew her lips parted and eager. "I wanted so to find you," she said "I have so many, many things to say." "It Is all wonderfully strange and j new." he said. "It Is as though I had rubbed Aladdin's lamp and suddenly had my heart's desire. How could 1 have thrown my pearl away?" "We are not to think of that." she protested, "never, never any more." "You are right." he rejoined cheer fully. "It Is what 1s to come that we must think of." He paused an instant; then he said: "l.ast night when you told me of the white house In the aspens I did not tell you t|M I had just come from there from Anlston." She made an exciamatlou of wonder. "Tell me," she said. Sitting with her hand In his, he told "7%e prodigal 1? yourself." of that night's experiences, the fear that had held him as he gazed at her portrait In the library, the secret of the Koreau desk that had solaced his misery and sent him back to the fa ther he was not to see. At mention of the will she threw out her hand with a passionate gesture. "The money is not mine!" she cried. "It Is yours! He intended to change it! He told me so the day he died! Oh, If you think I"? "No, no," he said gently. "There ia no resentment, no false pride, In my love, Jessica. I am thinking of you and of Anlston. You would have me go back, would you not?" She looked up, smiling, and slowly shook her head. "You are a blind guesser," she said. "Don't you think X know what is in your mind? Not Aniston, Hugh. Some time, but not now?not yet. It is nearer than that." His eyes flowed into hers. "You un derstand. Yes, It is here. This is where I must finish my fight first. Yesterday I would have left Smoky mountain forever because you were here. Now"? "I will help you," she said. "All the world besides counts nothing if only we are together. I could live in a cabin here on the mountain always. In a forest of Arden, till I grow old and want nothing but that?and you." As he did not answer, she faced him with crimsoning cheeks; then, reading his look, she suddenly threw her arms about his neck. "Hugh," she cried, "we belong to each other now! There is no one else to consider, is there? 1 want to be to you what I haven't been?to bear things with you and help you!" He kissed her eyes and hair. "You have helped, you do help me. Jessica!" | he urged. "But I am Jealous for your love. It must not l>e offended. The town of Smoky Mountain must not sneer?and It would sneer now." "Let It!" she exclaimed resentfully. "As If 1 would care!" ' But I would care," he said softly. "I want to climb a little higher first" She was silent a moment, her fingers twisting the fallen leaves. "You don't want them to know that I am your wife?" "Not yet?till I can nee 1117 way." She nodded and smiled, and the cloud lifted from her faee. "You must kuow best," she said. "This la what I shall do, then. 1 shall leave the san itarium tomorrow. The people there are nothing to me, but tbe town of Kmoky Mouutaln Is yours, and 1 must 1 l*? a part of It too 1 an golug to the Mountain Valley House Mrs. Hallo rau will take care of me." fche sprang to her feet as she added, "1 shall g? to see her about It now." He rose and walked with her through the bracken to the road. They came j out to tbe driveway Just below tbe j trail that led to the Knob. Tbe bank was high, and, leaping first, be held up bis arms to ber and lifted ber lightly down. In tbe instant as she lay In bis arms be bent and kissed ber on tbe lips. Neither noted two figures walking together that at that moment rounded tbe bend of tbe road a little way above. They were Tom Felder and Dr. Brent. Both men saw the kiss and Instinctive ly drew back. The doctor noted now the telltale flush on bis companion's face. . . ... I "We have surprised a romance," be said as tbe two uucouscious figures disappeared down tbe curving stretch. "Who Is tbe man?" "lie is the oue we have been talking about." Felder nodded. "Ills cabin Is Just below here on the hillside." "Good I-oril!" ejaculated the doctor. "What an infernal pity! What's his name?" "Hugh Stlres." "Stires?" the other repeated. "Stlres? How odd!" He stood a moment, tap ping bis suit case with his stick. Sud denly he took tbe lawyer's arm and led him into tbe sidepath. "Come." be said, "I want to show you something." He led the way quickly to the Knob, where he stopped, as much astonished as his companion, for be bad known nothing of the statue. They read the words chiseled on Its base. "The prod igal son," said Felder. "Now look at the name on the head stoue," said tbe physician. Felder's glance lifted from tbe stone to peer through the screening bushes to the cabin on the shelf below and returned to tbe other's face with quick comprehension. "You think"? "Who could doubt It? 'I will arise and go unto my father.' The old man's whim to be buried here had a mean ing, after all. The statue Is Miss Holme's work?nobody In Smoky Mountain could do it?and I've seen her modeling in clay at the sanitarium. What we saw Just now Is the key to what might have been a pretty riddle If we bad ever looked farther than our noses. It's a case of a clever ras cal and damnable propinquity. The ward has fallen in love with the black (heep." To Be Continued. Woods Liver Medicine in liquid form regulates the liver relieves sick headache constipation stomach, kid ney disorders and acts as a gentle laxative. For chills fever and mala ria. Us tonic effects on the system felt with the first dose. The $1.00 bottle 'onlains 2'/4 times as much as the 5<Jc size. Sold by Hood Bros. The Governor has ordered a speci al election in Haywood county Janua ry 4th for a member of the nouse to fill the vacancy due to the death j of Representative-elect Herbert R. Ferguson. Whitley-Daughtry. On Sunday afternoon, December 27, at 3:30 o'clock at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Leander Daughtry, their charming daughter. Miss Zil phla, and Mr. Grover Whitley were happily united in the holy bonds of matrimony, D. B. Langly, Esq., offi ciating. The attendants were: Mr. Leslie Whitley with Miss Chel lie Daughtry, Mr. Clifton Whitley with Miss Laura Woodard, Mr. Willie Woodard with Miss Harriet Langly. Quite a number of their immediate friends were present who, after the marriage, accompanied the happy couple to the groom's father's home where a sumptuous supper awaited them. The groom is a prosperous young farmer of Johnston while the bride is so kind and affectionate that she quickly gains friends wherever she goes. May the richest blessings be theirs. A FRIEND. Old People Need VINOL it strengthens and vitalizes Vinol tones up the digestive orrans, aids assimilation, enriclies'tho blood, and rejuvenates every orpin in the body. In this natural manner Vinol replaces weakness with strength. We are poMtlve It will benefit every old person who villi glvo It a trial. If it don't we will refund their money. Sold by HOOD BROS., Smithfleld, N. C. i CROUP QUICKLY CURED. Don't let the Child Choke to Death While Waiting for the Doctor. Hyomei, the miraculous, antiseptic, dry air treatment, will cure croup In either the first or second stages. Kasi ly inhaled, even when the breadline Is irregular. It reac hes more prompt ly than any other remedy the teM bly Inflamed membrane of the wind pipe. Its soothing balsams act imme diately, the inflammation is allayed, and the swelling reduced. "Not long ago our little boy, Wal ter, awoke In the night with a bad attack of croup. We allowed hi\n to in hale Hyomei; he began to breathe easier, and in half an hour was fast asleep. 1 am glad to speak a good word for a remedy that will rob croup of its terrors."?Rev. Geo. Sisson, pastor of M. E. Church, South Londonderry, Vt. Hyomei (pronounced High-ome) is guaranteed by Hood Bros, to cure ca tarrh, coughs, colds, asthma, bron chitis and croup, or money back. A complete outfit, including a neat hard rubber pocket inhaler, costs on ly $1.00. An extra bottle of Hyomei, if afterwards needed, costs but 50c. I WILL Continue to sell my stock at reduced prices until closed out. N. H. Grantham. NOTICE. The undersigned having qualified as Executor on the estate of Winnie A. Hocutt deceased, hereby notifies all persons having claims against said estate to present the same to me duly verified on or be fore the 25 day of December, 1909, or this notice will be pleaded in bar of their recovery; and all persons in debted to said estate will make im mediate payment. This 21 clay of December, 1908. IRVIN W. HOCUTT, Ex. LAND SALE. by the power contained in a mort gage deed executed by Jacob Hood and wife, Emma Hood, dated Octo ber 25, 1906, to C. Radford, now de ceased, and same being recorded in Hook M No. 9, page 430, registry of Johnston county. I shall sell to the highest bidder for cash at the court house door in Smithfield, N. C., on Monday, January 11, 1909, at 12 o'clock M., the following described tract of land. Beginning at a stake on D. F. Morgan's corner and runs S. 88 E. 132 poles to a stake, thence N. 19% E. 76 poles to a pine tree, thence N. 6% E. 76 poles to a stake on C. Radford's line, thence N. 26 W. 17 poles to a stake, thence S. 70 W. 79% poles to a stake, thence N. 47 W. 42 poles to a stake on the county road from old Depot to Smithfield, thence S. 48% W. 46% poles with said road to a stake at D. F. Morgan's corner, thence S. 64 E. 27 poles to a stake on D. F. Morgan's line, thence S. 21% W. 120 poles to the beginning contain ing 129 acres more or less. This December 2, 1908. W. L. Radford, Admr. of estate of C. Radford. ORDER OF PUBLICATION. North Carolina, Johnston County, in the Superior Court, December term 1908. Cicero Green vs. Fannie Green. It appearing by affidavit of Ctcero Green, the plaintiff in this action, that defendant, Fannie Green, is not to be found in Johnston county, and cannot, after due dilligence, be found in this State, and it further appear ing that said Fannie Green has left this State and so secretes herself as to avoid personal service of sum mons. It is therefore, ordered that notice of this action be published one a week for six weeks on the Smith field Herald, a newspaper published in Johnston county, stating therein time of the action and parties of same, together with cause thereof, and requiring the defendant to ap pear at the March term of the Supe rior court of Johnston County, at the Court House at Smithfield, and answer or demurr the complaint of the plaintiff, or relief therein de manded will be granted. This the 5th day of Dec., 1908. W. S Stevens, C. S. C. Ed. S. Abell, Att'y. for plaintiff. administrator s sale. Having qualified as administrator | on the estate of C. m. Kirkman, de ceased, I will sell at public auction to the highest bidder at the court house door at 12 m. on January 16, 1909, one horse, one Hickory wagon, one spring wagon and two buggies; also one set wagon harness and one set buggy harness. J. H. Kirkman, Admr. Dec. 16, 1908. NOTICE. The undersigned having qualified as administrator on the estate of Louetta l'uckett deceased, hereby no tifies all persons having claims against said estate to present the same to me duly verified on or be fore the 27 day of November, 1909, or this notice will be pleaded in bar of their recovery; and all persons endebted to said estate will make im mediate payment. This 25 day of November, 1908. M. G. GULLEY, Admr. GOOD OIL AND NEEDLES. I sell none but the best sewing machine oil and needles. Remember I keep New Home sewing machines to go with the oil and needles if , wanted. J. M. BEATY, Smithfield, jN. C.
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