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FRIDAY, JUNE 17, 1938 THE DAKE COUNTY TIMES Page Sevea i\ • CHAPTER 1—The congregation of the Old White Church in Locust HIU turns out In luU force to look over the new preacher. Dr. Jonathan Farwell. and ( there is much speculation among the communicants as to what sort of man he wlU be. Absent from the service is Cassius Brady, treasurer of the church who had recommended Dr. Farwell for the post after hearing his baccalaureate sermon at the graduation of Dale Far- well, his son. who Is a geologist. Brady's daughter Lenora Interests Dale, who lives alone with his father. CHAPTER n—Dr Fanvell meets the members of his congregation personally, accepts their tributes, but refuses to be Impressed by the banker's family, the Marblestones, whose daughter Evelyn obviously sets her cap for Dale. Mean while the women of the town are curious ■about the mystery of the Farwells' wom anless housekeeping, and Abble Broi^ •attempts to get beyond the parlor by bringing the men a pan of home-made doughnuts. In the privacy of his room Dale has enshrined a'picture of a beauti ful woman, inscribed in childish letter ing "Elaine." CHAPTER in—The Marblestones In- •vlte the Farwells to dinner with Cassius Srady. Lenora, known as "Lee," Is away at the time with her mother, who Is in .poor health. At the dinner Evelyn mo nopolises Dale, who tells her of his •geological ambitions. He also tells her ne has only one friend in Locust Hill. >nd she Is Lee Brady. Marblestone bluntly quisses Farwell about his wom- anless menage. Brady attempts to di vert the conversation and the minister then admiU that the housekeeping ar- Irangements are temporary, to be re- •lieved ahortly by the arrival of a hired 'housekeeper. • CHAPTER rv—Constable Kemey Is perturbed by the arrival on the train of >a susplcious-looking little man and shad- owa him. He is further mystified when the stranger goes to the parsonage, ntere the newcomer is warmly greeted as "Pink" Mulgrew and takes up his duties as housekeeper, adding to the town's speculation. On the return of Mrs. Brady and her daughter to Locust Hill, Dale calls and Is won Immediately by Mra. Brady’s delicate charm. j CBAPTEBJT Evelyn Marblestone did not neg lect her mother's suggestion ol en tertaining for the minister's son. "It will be very/inlormal," she explained to DaI^''o^er the tele phone. "A few couples that want to meet you. I thought we could dance. Bridge table for the hope less addicts. Something to eat lat er. I'm depending on you.", "I'U be there. Thanks." Dale no sooner had hung up than he wondered if it would be possible for him to call for Lee the night of the party. He would find out be fore someone else beat Kim to it. “I'm sorry, but I can't say yes," Lee told him readily when he dropped in to call and proffer his request “Evelyn has arranged for my escort. It's a quaint custom we have here. Pliny Morehead is the vlctiih. One of the stand-bys. He's a nice boy. ’STou'Il like him." "I don't like his name. And I shan't like him.” Dale wished afterwards that he had taken advantage of the occa sion to Inquire what this Pliny per son and the other males would wear. Evelyn had called it an in formal affair, but he didn't feel, sure. He finally elected to wear a dinner jacket “I was beginning to worry about you," Evelyn told him when she greeted him in the hall. “Vou've been very neglectful of me, too. But you do look nice," she added graciously, eyeing his slender fig ure and well-tailored clothes. “So do you,” he replied with • little bow. “Gorgeous." “Come in and meet the crowd." There was but one came that im pressed itself on Dale's memory. Pliny Morehead. A portly youth with thinning blond bair and pale eyes. "And here is an old friend of yours, Mr. ParweU." Lee's brown eyes smiling up from the depths of a big chair. Lr-e in a little russet dress that matched her hair. Russet slippers. She looked sweet. / “01 course. How are you. Miss Brady?" “Very well, Mr. Farwell. I'm de lighted to meet you again." Later, the rugs were rolled back and the broadcasting stations searched for dance music. “I didn’t know it." Dale remarked complacently, “but I’ve been want ing to dance with you all my life." “Go on. That’s very pretty." "Thanks. That's another thing I’ve been wanting to tell you. You look very'sweet It’s your dresb, I think. You make me think ol an autumn leal” “In the ‘sere and yellow,' you mean. That's very candid but not comforting. Don’t you know you should be dancing this with your hostess?’’ “She’s bridging. I don’t play and I won't be a kibitzer." “Then yoii should be paying more attention to some of these nice girls. Remember I have to go on living- '•here. This is the fourth time you've' danced with me.” “It’s only the fifth. .And 1 still -don’t like PUny.” “Maybe J do.** Evelyn soon found a substitute lor her place in the bridge game and appropriated her guest ol honor for the remainder of the evening. “Stay for a little while and talk,” she commanded when the others made ready to leave. “You’re sup posed to tell me that you’ve had a pleasant evening, you know.” "Of course I> did. Marvelous, thank you,’’ Dale said poli„.iy. “Are you sure you mean me? Not Lee?" “You.” "I didn’t know. After all, you didn't seem able to tear yourself away from her, until I helped. She is sweet But you needn't have made it quite so obvious, do you think?” Eveljm smiled sweetly. "And how about some golf tomor row, if It’s clear. We haven’t been out to the country club for ages, you know. Or had you noticed?" “I’m not sure that I can. Do you mind if I call you later—’’ Dale glanced at the distant hall clock— “today?" “Never mind. Some other time will do . . . After you get caught up with your work.” Dale extinguished his cigarette and rose to his feet. “I must be going,” he said shortly. His sense of irritation persisted as he strode through the dark streets. Perhaps he had devoted himself to Lee rather too conspicu ously. But what of it? She had tried to tell him the same thing. In a tactful good-natured way, though. She was like that. Sweet That word always came to him when he thought of her. Too bad if he bad hurt Evelyn’s feelings. Funny . . . about women. When he reached the parsonage. Dale was surprised to catch the faint notes of the piano. His father was playing. The one lighted lamp brought out Farwell’s rugged features in bold reliet His chin was sunk on his breast The dark eyes were halt closed. From the keys came the stately solemn strains of Tschal- kowsky’s "Andante.” Dale caught his breath sharply. He moved on tiptoe towards the foot of the stairs. “Dale!" "Yes, Father.’* *‘Where have you been?" “Miss Marblestone had a tew peo ple in tonight She asked me over." “I have not heard you say any thing recently about going back to the university. Have you changed your plans?” “Well, not exactly. To tell you the truth, Father, I’ve been think ing about the finances. After the first of the year. I’ll be making my expenses there and a little more. Then I want to find a real Job. In the meantime . . "And in the meantime?" "I can carry on a good deal of my work here by mysclL I’ve been a rather steady drain on you the past few years. And what I have left of my own money will last me longer here. Unless you’re think ing of raising my board.’’ He smiled a little at his suggestion. “Finances need not enter into your decision,” bis father reminded gravely. “You mean . . . you think I should go back?” "You will have to settle the mat ter in your ow'n way.” Farwell rose to his fecL “It is late. Good night" Lee drove to Dale’s house one day. “I thought maybe you would like to ride," she said when he ran out in answer to the honking of her motor horn ... If you’re not too busy, and it there is any of the country around here you haven’t explored.” "Sure, I’d like to! Only—" he glanced down at his Jersey. “I’m not dressed exactly.” “Ol course you are. J-ook at me." "I have been.” Dale already was opening tlie car door. “Let’s go." “AU right ru fool you. I’ve brushing up on my history so that 1 could talk intelligently to you when I bad the chance. How would you like to cover the retreat of the hos tile British nation? Over to Staten, I mean." “Great! It It very far?” “Not with me at the wheeL There’s a small ferry over to the island that runs every to often." Dale entered wholeheartedly into the excursion. “And will you look at the old houses scattered along here!" was his delighted exclama tion as they followed the road along Staten Island’s norlbem rim. “They must have been standing at the time I of the Revolution. It only th« could tell us what they have seen. What stories!” “I suppose they could.” Lee ad mitted. A lew moments later, she fumed the car about on the summit of a small elevation and shut off the motor. For a little time she settled back in her comer of the seat watching her companion. He was staring dreamily at the scene below, apparently lost n his histori cal rcflecUons., “I am still'here,” Lee suggested hopefully. “Ohl I’m sorry. Lady Lee." “But 1 can’t very well help it And why that name?” \ “I meant I was sorry if I seemed to be wool gathering. And I think the name suits you.” "Do you know you’re funny, Dale? I’ve never known anyone just like you. It’s almost as if you’d forgotten to quite grow up. It makes me wish I had known yau when you were a small boy.” ’’I’m not to sure what 1 was like. But I know that everything would have been altogether different if we could have had . . Elaine." “Elaine?” she repeated hesitat ingly. "My mother. You see, I can^t quite remember her. I wish I could.” “So do I, Dale. Will you tell me something about her. Dale? Unless you'd rather not." In answer he fumbled a worn wal let from his pocket Out came a small leather case. In the case was a photograph. “That was Elaine." "Dale! How very lovely!" Lee exclaimed softly, studying the pic ture. Then slie murmured, as if to herself: "Lily Maid of Astolat” Dale caught his breath sharply. "You thought of It, too! She has always been that to me,” Dale reflected. "Ever since I was old enough for my father to tell me about her. I have wondered somt- tinr.,. that he didn’t object to my calling her Elaine Instead of moth er. But he never did. He was the one who sent me to Arthur’s court in the first place." “What do you mean?” “Well, you see. father looked aft er most of my early education. And he used to read to me by the ho'ur. I became a disciple of old Malory when I was pretty small. Rather a rabid one, as 1 think about It now.’’ “You mean you liked stories of knights? Chivalry? I understand that,” "Perhaps. I think most boys get the fever at one time or another. 1 went to extremes. I always had the house Uttered up trying to mal^e armor out of pasteboard and tin cans. I was forever playing at be ing a knight. It was a good thing, in one way. I developed a regular mania for physical culture.” Dale smUed to himself. “I know I used my desire for deeds of prowess to get into scraps with the other kids.” "Young Galahad." “That was the general idea. By way of squaring myself, I would stand in front of Elaine’s picture and tell her bow I had ridden out with her scarf on my lance—that sort of thing.” “1 thought it was something like that." Lee nodded wisely. “U ex plains you. But it makes me want to ask you about other things.” "Such as?" "Well, your father. I feel it ev ery time I look at him. It’s some thing in his eyes, 1 think. I can’t explain it very well, but ... He was very devoted to your mother, wasn’t he?" "Yes." “I was sure. Re carries her scarf, too. Perhaps I shouldn’t say that" "Why not? It’s true. Since I have become older I think I’m beginning to understand what she must have meant to him. What it meant when he lost her. I can talk about it 1o you. I’ve never tried to tell any body before. Never spoke of it to Pink even. And I know him better than anybody. But I never found anyone who I thought would under stand. Until now. I think it’s be cause of your mother,’’ he decided. “Would you mind if I tried to tell you something?” “Of course not. Dale.’* *‘lt’s a queer thing—’’ be 'frowned thoughtfully, staring away again into the distance—“I doubt if a boy "Of cMi«e Ml, Dale," ever'grew up with more beautiful ideals of a mother he couldn’t re member. Father did it all. I’m not sure I can make this clear. But it must have been almost a passion with him. To be sure that I loved my mother. He wanted me to be lieve that she was' beautiful and perfect. It wasn’t diiticult to make me understand that she was beau- tifuL I have two pictures of her. But the beauty of her character was built for me by father. It grew into something very near idolatry. Can you understand at all what I’m trying to express?" “Yes." "That’s the way it was all the time ! was growing up. I don’t mind telling you I’m glad now. Un consciously, 1 think, I tried to be what Elaine would have expected. Please don’t get the idea that I’ve been morally perfect. But I’d rath er like to have you know I’ve never done anything I’m particularly ashamed oL I can thank father for that—and plenty of other things." Almost no words were spoken on the homeward trip. Dale sat wrapped in thought. Lee devoted herself to driving, making as m'.:cb speed as the road and traiSc per- Imitted. Later. Dale called attention to tlie 'soaring arch of the Bayonne Bridge ■with its twinkling lamps spanning the purple murk. “Looks like a rainbow going home late.” he observed. Lee smiled and made no reply. Nothing more was said until the car neared the parsonage. "I’m going to let you out here," Lee ex plained. Then, when Dale alighted and turned to speak, she checked him. "I know what you’re going to say. Please let me thank you instead. Good night," CHAPTER VI Jonathan Farwell sat at his study table. Under his right hand lay a pile of loose sheets. His stub pen was traversing one after the other in relentless fashion, like a plough moving at high speed across white fields. As each page was finished. It was thrust aside and the pen con tinued its drive. So were the cler gyman’s sermons drafted. To the final word. There was a sudden pause as the worker lifted his head at the sound of a step on the stair. “Is that you, Dale? Please come here." The pen hung suspended above the paper. Farwell looked up into his son’s face. "I meant to tell you before, Dale, and it slipped my mind. We are having guests for dinner Thursday." “You don’t mean . . . Not to morrow!” “Yes. Tomorrow. I hope you have no other engagement." The minister’s eyes wandered back to his unfinished page. "But I havel I’m . . . Who are your guests. Father?” “Mr. Marblestone and his family are dining here with us.” A slight emphasis on the last word. "Oh!” “I wished to pay that one obliga tion while 1 was sure you would be in town." The pen crossed out an undesired word. “That does put me in a Jaml" Dale exclaimed in frank dismay. "It’s rather late to . . ’’Yes,” bit father agreed. "Quite too late to recall our invitation. Your place of course, is at our ta ble. Please be good enough to ar range it that way." Farwell was writing again. The incident appeared to be closed. Dale turned on hit heel without a word and sought bit own room. With the door closed behind him, he stood staring out the window in helpless wrath. Thursday. Lee’s twentieth birth day. She was having a dinner par ty. He had been counting the days almost. And now . . . Lee had been as excited as a little kid when the told him about the party. “It’s going to be ever so Informal, Dale. Just some of the crowd I grew up with. And you," “It’s mighty nice of you to Include me," bad been ais grateful reply. “Wild horses couldn’t Keep me away. You know, something tells me it’s going to be the nicest party I ever went to." “Nonsenset You’re getting your expectations raised too high." "Aren’t you going to have ice cream?" “Maybe," "And you’re going to be there. So it will be the nicest." “1 wonder . . .’’ Lee bad flashed him a little smile and left that sen tence unfinished. How could he tell her at almost the last minute he wasn’t coming to the wonderful party? Hanged if he would! It wasn’t fair. Dale turned with a clenched fist and scowled at the punching bag hanging near by. That would help. Too childish. And noisy. Instead, he stalked downstairs and into the kitchen where his spir its were not lightened at the sight of Pink polishing the best silver. "Hi. kid." *Tx>ok here. What’s aU this about company for dinner tomorrow night?" “You mean that. . . Quarry out fit?" “Marblestones." "I never can remember that mon iker. They’re cornin’. That’s ail 1 know. Except the dominie told me to try and dish up somethin’ spe cial sweU. Don’t tell me you wasn’t in on it.” “I wasn’t," Dale snapped. "It’s no Joke. I've accepted an invita tion to the Bradys’ for dinner to morrow night It’s Lee’s birthday." Fink emitted a low whistle. “Sayl That does sort of put you on a spot WeU, it’s what you get for two-timing. I’m sorry. ,No kid ding. The dominie’s lookin’ for you to be here, I take it" "He Just told me so. But I can’t— now," Dale answered. “Walt a minute, kii.^ You can’t go and let him down like that It’s the first party he’s throwed. here. Don’t walk out on him. That Brady gal seems like a nice little sport Go tell her what you’re up against She’ll see it your way." Dale strolled into the lowen hall and paused irresolutely near .. .the telephone. Fink was right be con cluded moodily. Alter all, it would be best to tell her. Dale Tather hoped she would refuse to accept such an eleventh-hour excuse. Then be could submit the matter to his father again. Reluctantly be dialed the Bndy aumber. A familiar voice anawmd. “Say, Lee I'm up against it" He blurted it out with no pre- amble. "Father has just told me j he is entertaining company for din ner tomorrow night He expects me to be on hand, of course, and ..." "But you must. Dale. If your fa ther needs you ” "That’s sweet ol you. I wanted to tell you ’’ "I understand. It's quite all right" Lee said it very quietly. “It isn't!" Dale exclaimed mis erably. "I may be a little Jote. but . . .’’ “I understand," Lee repeated. "Good-by.” She hung up. Dale slowly replaced the receiver as he heard the click at the other end ol the line. He said one word under his breath. Pink Mulgrew outdid himself to make that first formal dinner at tlie parsonage “something special swell." "I got an idea," he said affably to Dale, "these swells wouldn't mind showin’ me up If I give ’em a chance. You said you ate at their shack once. Who waited on table?" “A maid passed the things.” “I hoped you’d s y that. I learned to deal ’em oft the arm a long time ago. But when I was in Chi last time I went and bought me a book on how to buttle. Gives the whole works. I’Ve been wantin’ to try it out." Pink's ivhlte coat was starched to such a degree that it creaked pleasantly- when its wearer re ceived the Marblestones at tlie front door and relieved them of their wraps. Pink’s dignified mien left nothing to be desired, albeit he narrowly repressed a whistle of admiration when he assisted the younger wom an out of her long coat and found himself staring at a generous dis play of white spinal column. Sarah Marblestone rustled in eb ony silk and jet, as if a Sunday service were in prospect. Even Henry had entered into the spirit of formality and bad donned a tail coat after his day in the bank. His first move, when he led his family into the parlor, was to make for, the fireplace where a wood blaze crackled cheerily. He spread his feet well ^apart, thrust his hands under the skirt of bis coat and beamed upon his host. “This is what I call real com fort, Doctor! Radiators may be all right, but I tike to soak heat into my back. Always did.” Evelyn dropped into a chair and engaged Doctor Farwell is a direct conversation that gave him scant opportunity to devote attention to her parents. Dale’s entrance and quiet greeting to the guests fur nished the ib'st diversion. “I was begiruiing to be afraid you weren’t here," Evelyn suggested to him, under cover of the general talk. “1 didn't like to ask.” "Of course I was here. It took me longer to dress than I expected. Wanted to look my best.” He mus tered a smile as he said It Pink aided the situation by ap pearing at tiic moment to announce in a sepulchral voice: "Dinner Is served. Doctor Far- well.” Despite bis own tow spirits. Dale found himself suddenly sharing the butler’s anxiety that everything be accomplished in due form and hast ened to post himself behind Mrs. Marbicstone’s chair. Doctor Farwell said grace to Mar- bleslone’s very evident relief. In the intense silence tb-. followed. Pink commenced serving the bouil lon. Ail the guests seemed to fall under the spell ol the butler, as if uncertain what to make of the nov- elty. Evelyn was the first to re cover. "Your table Is lovely. Doctor,” she said to her host. "Those flowers are gorgeous. Someone here has,, wonderful taste. • Don’t you think so. Mother?” Evelyn was regarding Dale with a smile as she asked the question. Mrs. Marblestone was preoccupied with a study of the sil ver that flanked her place impres sively. She offered no comment The first course succeeded in loos ening the banker’s tongue. -The Yorkshire pudding had its particu lar appeaL “1 don’t remember ever eating anything Just like that. Doctor," he insisted happily over a second por tion. “Do you mean to tell me that your man coolced this dinner? Where did you pick him up?" "Mulgrew was Injured serving overseas. He has been with me al most from the time he recovered." “That reminds me." Marblestone looked curiously at his host “Some one was telling me the other day that you were in the army yourself. Funny I hadn't heard It before. Is that correct?” "I was, for a time. Mrs. Marble stone, may I help you to some thing?” The dinner proved a distinct or deal to Dale. In spite of his re solves. he found bis thoughts stray- ing continually to that other table where he should have been a guest at the moment. Lee's eager little face and laughing dark eyes haunt ed him. She l-'d said it was all right. But was It? -Would It be? He must see her as soon as possi ble. Try to make her understand this wasn’t bis fault “Do you play?” asked Evelyn of Dale after dinner. “No indeed.” - “Then your father’s the musician. Isn’t he?" Dale hesitated. This situation fit ted exactly into the intolerable eve ning. He had done his best to con ceal any display of resentment, but he was aware of the displeasure that would be roused if he answered in Uie alfirmat.ve. “Doesn’t he play?” Evelyn insist ed. "Why—sometimes." It was out now. Evelyn turned in triumph to her host. "There now. Doctor! I was sure. Please play for me.’’ “I am a very indifferent perform er, Miss Marblestone." Farweli’s voice was low. "I should much pre fer listening to you. Allow me . .’’ ’Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it! Mamma will tell you I haven’t touched our piano in ages. Please, Doctor." Without another word Farwell sealed himself at the Instrument and ran a few contemplative chords. Then he commenced a selection, a classical theme whose notes filled the room under the firm touch of the long white fingers. At its con clusion, Farwell’s hands dropped from the keys to his lap. “It was wonderful . . ." Evelyn breathed. "I adore Liszt." It was almost eleven when Mar blestone peered from the front win- m r “It WM wenderfol,’’ breathed. Evelyn dow and announced that the car was waiting. Dale's only conversation with Evelyn came when be assisted her into her coat. “Was it such a hardship?" she inquired in a voice too low lor the others to hear. “I don’t know what you mean." "Nothing, really. I wasn’t quite sure you were here this evening." Evelyn stood with her back to him, fingering the fastenings •d her coat "But ol course 1 was! So glad you could come." "I wonder . .” Before Dale could formulate any plan of action following the depar ture ol the Marblestones, his father called him into the parlor. Farwell stood beside the piano. "Did you have a pleasant eve ning?" “Yes. Father.” “Hereafter, if you can avoid it, please do not make it necessary for me to use the piano. I should not have to remind you of my reasons, I think. Good-night Dale." Dale waited where he was until be heard his father moving about overhead. Then he walked into the hall, slipped into his overcoat and let himself cut the Iront door. His mind was filled with misgiv ings as he neared his destination. A fool's errand. like as noL If he could have a lew words with Lee alone. What would her guests think if he came barging in at this la!e hour? Perhaps they would have gone. No. The house was still brightly light ed on the lower floor. Dale approached uncertainly. There was but one car parked in the street. He scanned it closely as he passed, walked on rapidly. There was a familiar look about that machine. Pliny getting the break. I worlds. And we had another sia- I prise. Doctor Farwell played the I piano for us after dinner. He’s noth ing less than an artist. He doesn't like to play for his friends. But I teased him into It after Dale let the cat out of the bag. I could SCO that the Doctor didn’t lilce it at all. He tried not to show ft. But you know those eyes of his. Dale’s so funny. Isn’t he?" “I’m not sure I’ve noticed,’’ "I mean about his father. When you get Dale by himself he loosens up and talks. But when his fatlier’s around, he’s altogelhc- different He acts almost as if he were afraid. I don’t blame him much. Doctor Far- well Is perfectly adorable. But there Is something sort of grand and gloomy about him. Dale's all right, anyway. He can’t help his father. Did you know he was going away very soon?" "You mean Dole?” “Yes. He was telling father some thing of the sort after dinner. Said he had decided to go back to school and do some work. Those two got to be regular cronies last night Father thinks it’s a pity he isn’t going into a business where he cao. make money. Thinks he has so much porsonollly and all that sort oC thing. I wouldn't wonder if he’d d*. something tor Dale, If he’d stay here in Locust Hill.’’ "That would be nice." “I don't blame him much fop wanting to get away from here. But I will miss him. Dale promised me he would take up contract it t would give him some lessoos. And I must go!” “Don’t hurry away." “Sorry. I’ve heaps Ofi'things t» do. I'm just beginning to think ot Christmas shopping." Evelyn wax getting Into her coat "It’s' been ages since we had a good visit. Call me up and we'll have a whole after noon ot gossip. ’By.” Pink Mulgrew unwittingly contrib uted to his culinary fame by neglect ing to lower the shades of the dining room windows while serving dinner for the “Quarry outfit" Mitx Abbin Brown chanced to see the unusual illumination in passing the paraoR- age. She paused. Dale Farwell was plainly vlsiblR at his end ot the table. Od his rlglR sat a woman who looked amazing ly like Sarah Marblestone. And there were Hcnry-r-and_ .Evelynl WeUl (Continued next week) Early Cora Harvester-Patexl In 1834 and 1836 Henry Blair wM granted patents on a com harvest er; be was the first negro to re ceive a patent on an invention. CenU Buy Out ot Army During the Civil war, conscien tious objectors could buy their way out ot the army for $300. FERRY SCHEDULE RO.ANOKE FERRY COMPANY Roanoke Island, Manns Harbor, Fort 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. nu 12 noon; l;3n p. m.; 2:30 p. nu; 4:00 p. m. G.'OO p. m. Leaving Manns Harbor: 7:30 a. ra.; 9:00 a. m.; 10:30 a. m.; 12 noon; 1:30 p. m.; 3:00 p. m. 4:30 p. m.; C;30 p. m. Leaving East Jake: S:30 a. ni.; 2:00 p. m. 5:30 p. m.; Leaving Fort Landing: 7:30 a. m.; 12 noon; 4.-30 p. ni. T. A. Baum, Mgr. Manteo, N. C NOTICE OP AD^NiSTRA'riON Having this day duly qualified as administrator of th^a estate of L. J. Wool, ' deceased, of Nags. Head. Vnre County. North Caro lina, 1 hereby give not'ce to all persons ind'ebted to his estate to come forward and make immedi ate settlement; and those holding claims against the same will pre sent them for payment within TWELVE .AIONTHS from the date of this notice or it will be pleaded in bar of their recovery. This 6th dav of June, 19.3S. W. A. KVERETT. Adniini.strator, Edenton, North Carolina (19 -01 aunp) NOTICE OF ADMINISTRATION CHAPTER Vn “Lee, darling; I wasn’t sure you’d be up yet, but I did want to see you for a minute." "Of course I’m up,” Lee laughed as she ushered Evelyn Marblestone into the Bradys’ living room. “It’s almost noon. You’d better get out of that leather coat It’s rather warm here." | “Well. Just for a second. You t don't know how sorry I was not to be able to come to your dinner last night. You see, I was invited out lor dinner with father and mother. And I must tell you where we went. We dined at Doctor Farwell’s. Imag ine.” “Really?" “Nothing different. You know 1 was almost devoured with curiosity ... To see what it would be like. You must have seen that weird creature that runs the bouse for Dale and his father." “Mr. Mulgrew? I've met him. He is tunny . ■ . And nice." “Maybe. He isn’t so easy, to look at, though. But I will band it to Kim when it comes to serving a din ner. And r V dearl I wish you could see the linen and silver. The uble was simply beautifull The din ner was delicious. I mean it. And that dreadful looking little man cooked it. Everything!’’ “It roust have been interesting." *T wouldn’t have missed it tat Haa-jng tliLs day duly qu.alified as Administratrix of the estate of Lanis L. Midgett, deceased, of Wanchese, Dare County, North Carolina, I hereby give notice to all parsons indebted to his estate to come fonvard and make imme diate settlement; and those hold ing claims ag.ainst the said estate will present tliem for pavmcnt within TWELVE MONTHS from the date of this notice or it will be pleaded in bar of their recovery. This 11th day of May, 193S. Mrs. Lucye Midgette, Adminis tratrix, Wanchese, North Carolina. (May 13-.Tune 17-6t) NOTICE OF An.MINISTIL\TION Having this day duly qualified as Adn’’ '-trator '(-with will an nexed) me estate of Joseph Mid gett, deceased, of Rodanthe, 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 tho said estate will present them-for- payments within TWELVE 3IONTHS from the date of this notice or it tvill be pleaded io bar of their recovery. - This 12th daiy of May, .1938.' DAVID B. MIDGETT, Admit..’., trxtor, Rodantfae, Nozih Omlinx MayZOet
The Coastland Times (Manteo, N.C.)
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June 17, 1938, edition 1
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