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FRIDAY, JUME .10, 1938 THE DARE COUNTY TIMES Page Sevea HEART’; HEaRITAEE 9 7ottpfa McCord THE STORY "V^ry sinyile, "Miss 'Harbleslone "Evelyn," she corrected, with a slight lift of her brows. “Right Well, Tve been in school and in school—and in school. Most of my vacations have been spent in ,',V • CHAPTER 1—The congreg* ton of the .Old White Church in Locust HIU turns out In full force to look over the new preacher, Dr. Jonathan Fanvcll, and there is much speculation among the communicants as to what sort of man he will be. Absent from the service Is Cassius Brady, treasurer of the church who had recommended Dr. Farwcll for the post after hearing his baccalaureate sermon at the graduation of Dale Far- well, his son, who is a geologist. Brady i daughter Lenora interests Dale, who lives alone with his father. CHAPTER n—Dr Fanvell meets the .members of his congregation personally, accepts their tributes, out refuses to be impressed by the banker’s family, the Marblestoncs whose daughter Evelyn obviously sets .ier cap for Dale. Mean while the women of the lo^vn are curious about the mystery of the FarweUs’ wom anless housekeeping, and Abbie Brown attempts to get beyond the parlor by bringing the men a pan of home-made 'doughnuts. In the privacy of his room Dale hat enshrined a picture of a beauti ful woman, inscribed In childish letter ing ’’Elaine.** CHAPTER m I "You get all the mail today,” Dale announced, coming into the kitchen where Doctor Farwcll eat at the table pouring himself a cup of coffee. "11 looks interesting." As be spoke, be laid a heavy white envelope near bis father's baud. Jt 'was addressed in a woman's hand writing, fashionably angular and bold. The minister tore the letter open, glanced through the contents with an expressionless face, then held it out to his SOD. Dear Doctor Farv/eU: Mother has asked me to invite you and your son to our home jor Sunday dinner. I have delayed the note pur- posely, so that you will not have the opportunity to refuse us again. Please do accept. fPe will find you after morn ing services. Just o family dinner, of course. Hastily but sincerely, E,elyn Marbteslone. "I've seen her rolling around in B big roadster. Are we accepting?” Dale wanted to know- “1 presume we shall have to.” Fanvell dismissed the subject by opening the morning paper. Henry Marblestone's genial ex pansiveness was in full flower as he waited for his chief guest to re ceive a subdued chorus of acclaim after the morning service. And with reason. The ushers had been obliged to fill the aisles with chairs and the banker appropriated a share of the credit. "We've another guest today—a friend of yours,” he remarked to Doctor Farwell as the two men, followed by Dale, walked to the church door. "Cash Brady. You met him out West." “Surely. I did not know that he was In the city.” “Back yesterday. Another wid ower," the banker suggested with his usual freedom. "His wife's in poor health. Off on a little trip with the girl. Great fellow. Cash. Best prosecutor we've ever had. Keen as they come, close-mouthed as a clam. He's about the only man in Locust Hill I ever tell my busi ness to.” Brady was standing by the Mar» blestone limousine listening to his hostess and her daughter when the others came up. He stepped for ward at once to greet the FarweUs and bid them a delay d welcome to the church and community. Then came Dale's turn to be introduced to the occupants of the car. When Marblestone stowed his guests to his daughter's satisfac tion. he took his own place beside the chauffeur and conversed steadily and loudly over one ahoul- der. Dinner proved to be a long drawn out affair, served with little attempt at formality. Marblestone carved and orated in generous fashion from the head of the board, demanding frequent confirmation of his many opinions from the older men. Evelyn, dressed again in green, gave bored attention to the mascu line talk occasionaUy giving Dale a smiling glance from across thet tabic intended to signify that she considered the situation hopeless. ■That young man foimd the meal something of an ordeal, marooned as he was between bis hostess and Cassius Brady. Dale attempted sev eral times to converse with the lawyer, but his hopes were dashed each time by Marblestone's dislike of losing an auditor. He did dis cover, however, that Lenora had taken her mother on a brief motor 'trip that includea a stay with rela tives, They would be coming home shortly. At the conclusion of the meal, Marblestone suggested an adjourn ment to his library on the second floor. Dale was never to know whether the banker considered him jaature enough Jto be Included in the WNU Service. manly sessloTi, for Evelyn had plans of her own. “Come on. Dale. Out in the sun room,” she suggested, slipping her hand within his arm. "May I offer you one of these?” Cassius inquired of the minister as they followed their host into a room with a beamed ceiling and a huge fireplace at one end. The walls were lined with books. Brady had taken several cigars from his pock et and was extending them tenta- lively. “Than; you, no,” Farwcll re turned with a quiet smile. "I smoko only in my study. 1 am a pipe ad dict." Marblestone lilted the cover of an ornate humidor and selected a ci gar for himself. "I've no objection to your smok ing your own cigars, Cash," he grumbled, "but I can’t go 'em. If you think you can stand a good smoke, help yoiurself to one of these." He lighted his own ns he spoke, with little smacking noises of bis lips. “1 say. Cash, you'll have to reform along another line, too;" "How’s that?” "Going to church. Seeing for yourself where the funds get to. You're cheating yourself, now that ■the Doctor’s here. Real sermon this morning—two-fisted stuff. We had to hang out the SRO sign." "So 1 heard." "Say, Doctor . . ." Marblestone spoke abruptly. "I should think you'd find it a slight disadvantage for a man in your profession to— not to be married." "Why?” Farwell turned to his host His white face was impas sive. “Oh, you know. It’s more or less a popular notion that a preacher’s wife has a lot to do with his get ting on." "As a preacher, you mean? I always have been in the habit of preparing my sermons unaided." There was no indication of resent ment in the words. "Oh, no. I didn’t mean Uiat. Of course not I was referring to gen eral success in the community. There are social affairs, for in stance. It takes a woman, after aU Brady flashed a quick glance at the banker. There was the sug gestion of a warning in the gray eyes behind their shining lenses. ■Why the devil couldn’t Henry see that he was broaching an untimely topic? But Marblestone was speak ing again. "Well, it's always seemed to me that a man in your position would find himself rather on a spot as the saying goes. Under pretty close watch and—well, fair game for a lot of unattached females." He chuckled at his expression of the idea, as be leaned fonvard and de posited bis cigar ash in a heavy bronze tray that rested on a comer of the library table. "1 am afraid I am not in a posi tion to say. from experience," was the deliberate answer. "Then I can tell you one thing. Doctor," Marblestone resumed good-humoredly. "You have the good women here guessing in one respect It worries them to have you and your boy keeping bache lors’ hall. That’s a new one on them.” Brady had been studying the glowing end of bis cigar abstracted ly. "Your advice strikes me as being sound, Henry," he observed quietly. "My advice? What about?” •7.1y attending chtu-ch.” Brady straightened in his chair. It was high time for someone to take the conversation out of the banker’s hands. In the meantime, Dale was mak- ing the acquaintance of Miss Mar- blestone in the sun room. "You know. Dale.” she began lan guidly, leaning back among the cushions of the willow settee to which she promptly had guided her guest, “It’s quite an event when a new young man comes to this town. You don't mind it I call you Dale, do you?” "I wish you would. AU my friends do,” the boy answered politely. "Well, it is stupid to be so formaL And we are going to be friends, toa You'U find some cigarettes in the box on the stand. I'U have one, if you don’t object. Now teU me aU about yourself,” she demanded, after Dale had obliged with a lighted match. "Do you like being a minister’s son?” "I'm bearing up," he smiled. •Tve never been anything else.” '1 want to know about your past AU the dark secre^' "Very simple, Miss Marblestone.” holding down jobs. Since I was big enough. That’s my recent history." "But wo heard you were gradu ated last spring,” Evelyn said in surprise. "I was,.by. .dint of great luck. Then I'spent this summer on a survey.^ I .have a chance to go back to the U for the second se mester. Hav.e a sort of a job there in'the" department. I may run out there sooner and get in some study ing. Alter I get father safely set tled.” He smiled. "Now I am disappointed. We thought you would be here.” “Unfortunately, I have to work. I have visions of becoming a geolo gist There are a lot of rocks in the world that need somebody’s care. I'm going to try to break one good rock every day." "That sounds dreadfully energet ic. I'm sure that someone told me you were studying for the ministry, under your father.” Dale chuckled with undisguised amusement "Hardly! If I ever had an idea of becoming a preacher, 1 would have been discouraged long ago. My fa ther's too shining an example, to my way of thinking.” "Isn’t he wonderful! There’s something so—so fascinating about him. Everybody’s quite mad over him. Only . . . You know, I’m rather in awe of him. He locks so dignified and stem. Is he really?” ‘Oh, no. I used to feel that way inatlon and "hoping lo remember the salient points of his story The minister came lo his aid by refus ing a chair. He offered the prep aration of his evening sermon as an excuse for taking an early leave. Brady, it appeared, had some busi ness to discuss with his host and had remained in the library. "We've been having such a nice visit with your son . '' Mrs. 1 Marblestone beamed. “So sorry you must go. Evelyn and 1 were so in terested . . . Such a pity your dear wife was not spared to share your labors ...” Evelyn took up the theme as her mother’s voice trailed away in its customary indecision. "Is Dale a good cook. Doctor Far- well?” she wanted to know. "I’ve been wondering if I dared drop in on you at meal time. You'd almost have to ask me to remain, you know." "Of course." There was no sug gestion of amusement in the min ister’s dark eyes. "Then I think I will. I could help with the dishes, at least. I’m sure that Dale would like lo have me help him. Wouldn’t you’’” Evelyn turned to him with a smile and a flash of her white teeth. "Dale and 1 are old campaign ers,” Farwell interposed quietly. “Just the same . . ." Mrs. Mar- blcstone trying again. | For the first time since his arrival I in Locust Hill, the minister volun teered information regarding his personal affairs. “The present arrangement at the parsonage is temporary. Our house keeper will be here shortly. And now 1 really must say good-night." CHAPTER IV Aside from more dr less routine duties. Constable Kemey of Locust Hill permitted himself one diver sion. It was meeting the ball dozen north and south-bound trains whose schedules called for a stop within the province of his authority. The office of the law was little more than a stone’s throw from the railroad station and only pressing business prevented the officer from taking his unobtrusive stand near the telegraph operator’s observation window a few moments before each train’s arrival. Public buses and automobiles would have furnished a more ac curate index to the town’s tran sients, but the station offered a con venient method of keeping one’s fin ger on the traveling pulse. Kemey’s shrewd eyes were ever on the alert Nes’-by cities fur nished him with fri I'icnt "filers" describing wanted criminals— rogues’ gallery likenesses, aliases and, not infrequently, a mention of tempting rewards. The constable about him when I Was a kid.” Dale j acQuu-ed the knack of keeping these, remarked reflectively. "Of course I ““favorable portraits in the back I we haven’t seen such a lot of each other these past years. Perhaps I understand him belter now He’s 1 a mighty square shooter.” "I’m sure he is. Have you met many people here?" “Almost no one. Oh, there have been quite a few dropping in at the house. 'But father does the honors." “Then you have no friends here at aU?” "Only one, you might say. I haven’t seen her since I came." “Really?" Evelyn’s eyes widened to sudden attention. The drawl in her tone vanished- "\7hom are you talking about?" "Miss Brady. I met her out West.’’ "Oh . 1 never thought . . Do you mean she attended the same school you did? Why. how odd! You are a friend,of Lee Brady. I knew she had been in college somewhere, but I never supposed . Then you've known her for a long time,” Evelyn said. "But I haven’t That's the funny part of it I never met her until Mr, Brady came to town, com mencement time. He beard father preach the bhecalaureate sermon and introduced himself. Miss Bra dy was with him. That’s when I found we had been together at the U for two years, and I never knew it" "Oh.” Evelyn’s red mouth curved in s smile. "Lee is a dear. We were in high school together and went to the same kid parties here. I haven’t seen so much of her late ly.” "Are you children getting ac quainted? 1 thought I’d look in." Mrs. Marblestone rustling into the room to stand looking in vague per- ‘ plexity at the two on the settee. "Please sit down, Mr. Farwell,” she resumed. “I can squeeze in between the two of you—like this.” ^e suited action to the word. "Eve lyn, you’ve been smoking. I don’t know what Doctor Farwell would think. What do you think?" She turned to Dale who was try ing to accommodate himself to what was left of his former place. "I quite approve,” he assured her gravely. "Dear, dear. Everything's so dif ferent these days. It’s a trying thing to bring up an attractive young daughter. You know, when I was a girl . , For the next hour, Mrs. Marble stone dominated the conversation, familiarizing herself wholeheartedly with her guest’s past, present and future. When Doctor Farwell came down stairs with Henry Marblestone, be found Dale still in bis comer, bis appearance suggesting that of a wit ness enduring^ a cross^e of exqm- of his mind. Locust Hill with its quiet respectability might easily ap peal to some fugitive as a peaceful! haven. This uncompromising vigilance appeared to have met with possible results one afternoon. Number 4C6, from the North, slowed to a grinding halt on time. The last passenger to clamber down the steps of the smoker was a small man who clutched a shabby suitcase in one hand and a paper parcel in the oth er. An unprepossessing figure this stranger, looking about uncertainly from under the cap drawn low over his thin face. A livid welt ran from the outer comer of his left eye across the cheek and under the jaw. The ear on the same side seemed to have suffered damage all its own. The scarred face brought no re sponse from Kemey’s mental col lection, but he felt amply justified in accosting the new arrivaL "Lookin’ tor somebody, buddy?" "Maybe. Is this a pinch?" "That depends," was the grim re ply. “I like to taow who folks are that get off here. I get paid for it." The eyes under the cap scanned Kemer coolly. There was a slight flicker of amusement in their gray depths. "Okay, flatfoot. I was just startin' to pay a call on my boss." “Who’s be?” "Doc Farwen. Know him. do you?" "I know h .!! right. But . - •” “Then you might show me where he hangs out Trail along, if it suits you,” “His church is up the next street . . . Got a high steeple. Doctor Farwell’s house is on the far side. By the graveyard.” "Sounds cheerfuL Thanks.” "Wait just a minute. You mean you work for the reverend?” “That’s whatever." The little man grinned impudently. “I’m his hired girt Well, so long . . . See you in church." , Kemey stood staring after the de parting fig"re as if uncertain of the best course to pursue. When the latter vanished around the comer of the station, the constable followed. A moment later, be sighted his quarry walking briskly along Mar ket Street in the direction of Old White. Kemey followed at a dis tance calculated to disarm suspi cion. It wouldn’t hurt to shadow this new arrivaL ‘ To bis chagrin, he saw the man with the suitcase turn with a friend ly wave of his paper parcel as he entered the parsonage yard- Ker- ney continued his strolL watching the next scene from the comer of Us eye,,. H^sawjhe door o^ned by Doctor Farwell. 'The man in the c.ap dropped his parcels and ex tended both hands with a shrill: "Hey. Dominie!" There was no mistaking the smile of greeting on the minister’s pale face, ns his oiwi hands went out to clasp the stranger’s. ‘‘V.’ell, 1 vow!" Kemey ejaculat ed. as he turned and retraced his steps in the direction of his o.ff ce. Jonathan Farwell smiled across the parlor at his guest who Idled easily in the largest of the uphol stered chairs, puffing on a cigarette and grinning delightedly The min ister's smile held a warmth that no Locust Hill acquaintance had been privileged to sec. "Pink, it does seem good to see you again!" "No foolin’’’ Some nice dump.” The man called Pink looked about the parlor approvingly. "The old stuff looks pretty familiar." Farwell emitted one of his rare laughs. He had rcia-xcd strangely in this little man’s presence, sit ting low in his own chair with his long black legs outstretched and hands tlirust in his trouser pockets. The two men chatted for a time. Pink telling of his trip and asking pointed questions regarding Locust Hill and its people. "Tliought I was goin’ to see it from inside the hoosegow,” he chuckled, soiling his cigarette butt into the fireplace with an accurate flip. Cop down at the depot. Took me for one of them public enemies, I guess.” "You told him, of course, that you were coming here?" “Sure. But he trailed me all the same. Say, Dominie . . . Ain’t it about time my sidekick was showin’ up-” V “I expected him before this.” Farwell drew a large open-face watch from his pocket and studied it thoughtfully. “Has he made up his mind yet what he’s goin’ to do?" "He is going back to schooL I do not know just how soon." “The sooner the better," Pink grumbled. "Here he is now. Drlv- In’ up with a dame. Classy, all right Get a load of her, will you?" Farwell stepped near enough the window to look over the smaller man’s shoulder. "She is the .■’cughter of one of my members.” His dark eyes contract ed a trifle. “Then you picked a good church. Here comes the kid.” Quick steps sounded in the baU. The parlor door was flung open and Dale stood framed in the entrance. "Pink Mulgrew! Gee, but I’m giad to see you. Pink!" Dale had the little man by the shoulders, shaking him affectionately. “Same here. But not in them trick pants Bad enough to go ‘n for a sissy game without dressin’. You look pretty fit, otherwise. And you've been playin’ with dames. I see. I should have got here sooner and started you trainin’ ’’ “Dale.” Farwell interposed the word almost sharply, “I imagine that Pink would like to go to his room. Will you show him the way?" The minister stood without mov ing after the pair left the parlor. His brows were drawn into a frown as he stared down at the rug. The expression on his face did not change until the silence was broken by a sound from the second floor. It was the staccato tattoo of a punching bag, yibrating under the attack of professional knuckles. Within forty-eight hours. Locust Hill was mulling over a Farwell problem that dimmed its predeces sors completely. This new and in triguing puzzle was the latest addi tion lo the parsonage household. Vlio was this Pink MuJgrew? The fact that be had been seen conversmg with Constable Kemey gave rise to rumors that Mr. Mul grew was a sometime gangster, em ployed by the pastor for purposes of reformation. Pink’s sinister ap pearance made the suggestion en tirely feasible. Mulgrew must be a servant It was early discovered that one of his offices was to answer the door bclL More than that, he wore a white buusc j""Het on duty. Such a thing was unheard of in Locust HiU homes. Moreover, the man Mul grew officiated in the dining room as a server of meals. This last knowledge was made public when the window shades of that hitherto unused room remained raised of an evening. "Pagin’ Mister Fa-awell!" Pink Mulgrew thrust his head into the living room. Dale was there, stretched comfortably on the couch reading a magazine. "Phone. Pink?" “Yeah. The girl friend. Want me to dust off the clubs?” “Never mind. I’ll get IL” He rose and made his way out to the telephone. "Hello,” he said briefly. “HeUo," relumed a cheerful voice, "It’s Lee Brady.” “Oh! 1 . . . When did you get to town? I sayl Are you going to be home this afternoon? And may I caU?” "If you can spare the time.” Dale thought he heard a suppressed laugh. "Please do," Lee went on hurriedly. “1 want you to meet the nicest person in Locust Hill." Dale was quickened by a thrill of anticipation as he strode on bis way to that afternoon appointment. He hadn’t quite realist bow eager be was to see Lee again. The Brgtebome somebct^loAefi the way Dale had hoped It stood I in the center of a Large lawn. A house of drab brick topped by a mansard roof, its colored slates laid in patterns A house !o live in. Lee came to the door The same Lee of the brown eyes and ready smile. Of the bronze curls. And. this time, she wore no hat. "I'm so glad to see you again,’’ was her trank greeting. “Maybe I'm not glad lo see you'" Then the “nicest person,” wel coming the caller from her big chair ( ■VVhat dumb to have a career, else?" "Get married. I’m prodicllng. You won't have a chance to teach, long." “That’s the most comforting thing I’ve been told in a long time.” They still were chatting animat edly when Cassius Brady found tliem upon his return from his of fice. “Hello, yo'jng man." was his greeting. “Found your way over, did you?” "Yes, sir. And almost forgot fas. way home. I didn’t realize it war growing so late." "That’s all right. I know what it is to get in this young woman’*: clutches." (Continued next week) PROVED ills ASSERTION Lee came to the door. beside the glowing fire. Dale’s heart went out to Mrs. Brady at sight. A delicate woman with snowy hair framing a young face. Dark eyes like Lee’s. Gentle voiced. "I feel as if we were old friends, Mr. Farwell,” she explained, as Dale held her slender fingers in his warm clasp. "Lenora and Mr. Bra dy have told me about you." "We are," he assured her. "And just how long have you been in town?” he demanded of Lee. "Two whole days. Our trip lasted longer than we expected. We didn’t know you were here until Daddy told us. I was sure you would be at schooL” “1 was. Stayed there long enough to make sure you weren’t regis tered. Then I decided to look you up. You told me I could, you know.” “Lenora should have returned.” Mrs. Brady interposed. "1 don’t know where she got the idea she must stay hero to look after me. It’s quite ridiculous.” Her hand stole out and rested upon Lee’s. "She’s a stubborn child. Like her father. They both spoil me.” “Of course they do." Dale could understand that. “Isn't she adorable?" Lee asked, after Mrs. Brady left the room. She slipped down into the chair her mother had vacated. “She certainly is. I wonder if you know how lucky you are." “Of course I do. Now tell me about things. Out in the great wide open spaces. And don’t skip any details.’’ They talked about the university town. The installation of the new president there. Prospects of a win ning football team. “He always said marrying for money would be the last thing he’d do." “He must have meant what he said—he hasn’t had a Job since he tied up.” OREGON INLET FERRY Effective April 15, 1938 Leave Northside 7:00 a. m. 9:00 a. m. 11:30 a. m. 2:00 p. m. 4:00 p. m. 6:00 p. m. Leave Southside 7:20 a. m. 9:20 a. m. 11:50 a. nu 2:20 p. m. 4:20 p. UL 6:20 p. m- 20 minutes across inlet Quickest way to travel bo Rodvi- the. Salvo, Avon, Buxton, Frisco, Hatteras. J. B. TILLETT. Manager SCHEDULE THE VIRGINIA BABB TBA.'Vtff^RTAXAUN Coe’S BUS tB COBDectiOB Witk •Milal OMsh UnM Mutm tnm Mm Terminal, MerfelJi, oM VlfplaiB A Net«i, Biluiitih Oily* «. «. Morninf Schcdvto Lf. Manue Mr, K. Cttr Ar. MM 7:00 •:ao 1:00 11:00 — Lv. Nerfalk t.v. B. Oltf I •:00 I —■ 9:$M utM Afternoon Schedvit Lf. Manu* Mr, M, CItf Ar. M •:tO — B:40 ■ ■■■ ■ M Lf. Merfolk 4:10 Lf. B Oltf Ar. I t:45 MOM 4:40 7:0# TRUCK SCHEDULE DAILY BXCBPT BUADAT l«. Manlaa 8:00 a. m. Ar. WiFftlk 0:OOfc^ FERRY SCHEDULE ROANOKE FERRY COMPANY Roanake island, Manns Harbor, Port Landing, East Lake Effective May 1, to July 1, 1938 Leaving Roanoke Island; 7 a. m.; 8:30 a. m.; 10 .a. m.; 11:30 a. m. 12 noon; 1:S0 p. ni.; 2:30 p. ni.; 4:00 p. m. 6:00 p. m. Leaving Manns Harbor: 7:30 a. m.; 9:00 a. in.; 10:30 a. m,; 12 noon; l;:3o p. m,; 3:00 p. m. 4:30 p. m.; 6:30 p. m. , Leaving East I-ake: S:30 a. m.; “UTicn wm you be leaving , o-oo p. m. 5:30 p. m.; ,o,r,7>> T ,ci,»n j Leaving Fort Landing: 7:30 a. m.; again?” Lee asked. “I haven’t made up my mtad. ; noon; 4:30 p. m. ou know, I don’t have to go until Raum .Mgr. ^ ter New Year’s. I like it here. 1 1 >Ian(c(v N. C. You after The place interests me a lot.’’ I NOTICE OF .ADMINISTRATION “I know." That quick little turn ' of the head Dale remembered. “And . Having this day duly qualified 1 understand that you have been , adm.mstrator of the estate of very busy ’’ ■ '"oal, deceased, of Nags "Not very. Puttertag around. Get- ' D.are County, North Caro- ting in a little golf and things. I’ve J™’ to all p''r«;')ns jndc^litecl to his cstaic it' I 'ame forward .and make immedi- around here, I ve warned to I scttienient; and those Jio.’Jing help father all 1 could. Getting the claims against the same will pre place settled. You know ’’ pct them for pavmcnt within “Of course,” Lee agreed soberly, j- TWELVE .MONTHS from tlie date "Being a minister’s son must be i of this notice or it will be pl'oaded .. nrw-. u-.,. I ’a har of their recovery, quite a responsibility. VSrhat have j you been sludj-ing? 1 didn’t suppose , yy EVERETT, Administrator, we had much geology around here, Tnafis your hobby, isn't H?" "It’s my job—or going to be. To tell you the truth. I’ve been getting a kick out of the past history here. I never lived in a place before where things like that happened. Al ways had * yen for Colonial his- Edenton, North Carolina (19 -or aintf) NOTICE OF AD.MINISTRATION Having this day duly qualified as -Administratrix of the estate of Lanis L. Alidgett, deceased, of tory and you run ‘nto tablets here I AVanchese, Dare County, North everj-where you turn. Do you know Carolina, I hereby give notice to Thomas Brown?" all persons indebted lo his estate "You mean Miss Abbie’s broth- to come forward and make iinme- cr?” j diato settlement; and those hold- "That’s the chap. Looks like a i ing claims against the said estate musty old parchment But he sure | -will present them for payment knows his stuff. He's given me a -a-ithin TWELVE itlONTHS from lot of dope and I’ve been checking it up in the field. I had to amuse myself in some way until you came home.” “And then I had to call you up. It’s all right I don’t blame you a bit" It was growing dusky in the room and the fire was low. But Dale knew the brown eyes were laughing at him. “Go on,” he encouraged. "What are you thinking about now?” '1 was wndering why you hadn’t decided to be a minister like your father. You’ll be spending all your lime in the wilds, poking around with a little hammer, scar-jig all the birds away. It seems such a waste of time.” They both laughed. "It’s my turn now,” Dale wamed- "What aVei'ybu planning to make of yourself when you finish col lege?" "WeU.” Lee reflected seriously, "there are two answers. Both of them are teaching schooL rm_t(M the date of this notice or it will be pleaded in bar of their recovery. This nth day of May, 1938. Mrs. Lucye Midgette, Adminis tratrix, AVanchese, North Carolina. (May 13-Junc 17-6t) NOTICE OF ADMINISTRATION Having this day duly qualified as -Administrator (-with will an- ne.xed) of the estate of Joseph Mid- gett, deceased, of Rodanthc, Dare County, North Carolina, I hereby give notice to all persons indebted to his estate to come forward and make immediate settlement: and those holding claims against the said estate will present them for payments -within TWELVE jlONTHS from the date of .this notice or it 'will be pleaded in bar of their recovery. This 12ih day of Blay, 1938. DAVID B. MIDGETT, Aam«u. trator, Kodanthe, North Cbraliaa
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