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o o ILLE, u . . . i . iLi (br,A,L ;H;Of :iC E S' ADMINISTRATOR'S NOTICE TO CREDITORS Ha vine qualified as Admlnlstra """tor of the estate of H. J. Boney. ueceasea, aie or uupun woumy, North Carolina, this is to notify all persons having claims against - the estate oi said aeceasea to ex hibit them to the undersigned at - Rose Hill, North Carolina, on or before the 8th day of May, 1940, or this notice will be pleaded in - bar of their recovery. , All Dersons Indebted to said es tate will please make immediate . payment- , . '. " 1 . : This h day of May, 1945. - Ine'z i Boney,: Administratrix . . of H. J. Boney, deceased. - 6-16-6t. ICB . - NOTICE OF SUMMONS s . BY PUBLICATION IN THE SUPERIOR COURT DUPLIN COUNT. NORTH. CAROLINA,, ELDAR-JEVERETTE ' ; - - VS ELLA EVERETTE. - The defendant, ,. Ella Everette, will take notice that an action en titled as above has been commen ced In the Superior Court of Du plin County, North Carolina, by the plaintiff above named against the said defendant tor an abso lute divorce on the-grounds of two years separation, and which the defendant is Interested and which cause of action is set forth in the complaint filed in this cause, and that the defendant is a necessary party to this action and that the said defendant will fur ther take notice that she is requir ed to appear at the office of the Clerk of the Superior Court of , Duplin County, at the Court House in Keitansville, North Carolina, on the 20th day of June, 1945 and answer or demur to the petition filed ' In said action, which has THE POETS CORNER V "My Home" Take me back to North Carolina That's the place where I belong Where the barns are filled with - "bacca" And the fields with waving "cawn". Take me back to dear oldJMother -Far away from Newport News . Where I can rest in solid comfort And throw awy. my "store ; ; bought" shoes. TaHe me back to scenes .of child hood Far away from war and woes Where I can walk the roads In comfort And squeeze the mud between my ' , . toes. ' ". . ll i . i . . ' . "' '- : . i Take me back to dear Told North " State, That's the land of milk and honey Where X can live, in utmost luxury, And have ho use for all this f- , money. Chase me back across the border t can't go without a shove, Even tho X hate Virginia And long for the State. I. "luv." , Written by Jamei EL. Ellis, '-.:? Rt Z, Box 168A - Hamptom, Va Former ly of Warsaw. The Senior Class of 45 . To the Class whom I may never . . altogether see, Though they may always' con tented be; '. There were times well never t '.'", forget And times-too we- may regret; Ever happy days in school, : Our love as deep as any pool. We had thoughts that were sad, But we were sometimes about it )' glad; We were thinking, - Oh how proud, So that we wanted to shout out loud; About our twin boys' in Navy " ' - - . blue, To whom our gratitude will al- i . ways be true. They were with us that last night, Even if-they were not In sight. The ones that were were ever kind, Held together by a strength - that binds. Some folks thought us mean at heart, Cut we were always ready to do ' our part. To find boys and. girls tb take the place of this class, Vould be a long hard, search to ,.' ' the very last C t of 1"'", Let's keep I.QP.TM CAROLINA been duly filed in said action Jn the office of the Clerk of the Su perior Court of Duplin County, on or before the 12th day of July, 1945. or the plaintiff will apply! to the court for relief demanded in the said complaint. This the 21st day of May, 1945. R. V. Wells, Clerk, Superior Court M5-4t NBB ; NOTICE OF SUMMONS BY PUBLICATION V IN THE SUPERIOR COUR,T DUPLIN COUNTY. NORTH CAROLINA, j SARAH KATHERINE BISHOP VS EDWIN BISHOP ' - The defendant Edwin Bishop, will take notice that an action en titled as above has been commen ced in the Superior Court of Du plin County, North Carolina," by the plaintiff above named against said defendant for an absolute di vorce on the grounds of two years separation, anl in which the de fendant is interested . and which cause of action is set forth In said complaint filed in said action, and that the defendant is a necessary party to this action; and that the said defendant will further take notice that she is required to ap pear at the office of the Clerk of the Superior Court of Duplin County, at the Court House in Ke nansville, North Carolina, on the 20th day of June, 1945, and ans wer or demur to tne compiaini filed In said action, which has been duly filed in said office, or on or before the 12th day of July, 1945, or the plaintiff-will apply to the Court for relief demanded in the complaint This the 21st day of May, 1945. " . H. V. Wells, Clerk, Superior Court. . -6-15-4t. NBB . - " ' LETTERS FROM BOYS This letter was received by the parents of Sgt James Miller of Warsaw: . Germany, May 8. Dear Folks :- Well I know you have been, wondering a- lot about me In the" last few months, but there is no need to worry now. We were liberated by the Russ ians April 22, and got in Ameri can hands Sunday. I wrote you a letter then but they said this one you would get in two or three days, so I had to write it all over. . First of all we are waiting to- be "Could yon chain", thai to lovt, - honor rd O'.i' Boy rv Whea'ieiT . -TYNDALI - FUNERAL HOME m MOUNT olive Funeral Directors, Embauners Ambulance Service, day or night v Home of Wayne-Duplin Burial Association Phoae 19 A. J. CAVENAUGH ' Wallace. N. O. Duplin's Only Jewelry Start JEWELRY WATCH A Nil JEWELRY DIAMONDS WATCHES BEPARINO and ENORA VINO . For best prices hni eon ip tote Job ea IZonotnenta, ee et write :'vriv. II, J-,WhaUyv'": Beauty . Valerie Csrnlia has a wife and a Dutch bob. Ehe looks L as technical, enrinearuf aid i hows storing down the A flown to a place in France where we will get on a boat or maybe a plane and go home. They say we should be home in about three weeks. . ' - We got here yesterday and they deloused us and gave us showers. The best bath I've had In a long time. The conditions here aren't too good, but a heck of a lot better than we are used to. They have a Red Cross with picture shows etc., and treat ev eryone fine. : The main trouble is, there are so many men being sent back. " I hope that you have a garden with turnips in it It's too early for other things, but maybe there will be turnips and chickens. I just saw the headlines and it says Nazis quit in great big letters. That caused a big celebration at home no doubt. 'We heard that they had quit yesterday but It looks better in the papers. r : The writing bad but I haven't been doing much' of that sort of thing lately or anything else for that matter. I used a fountain pen last night and surprised myself, it was much better than this. Boy, the planes are landing all around us. If they keep it up we will probably leave in the morning; I have been worrying a lot about everyone.- You know what I mean, am wondering if every body is an right' ' . I was with two boys from near home, but they left me and I don't know they got back home or not. One is Kenneth Lanier from near Jackson's Cross Roads, the other, ' Stokes Westbrook, from 1 M. F. ALLEN JR. General Insurance KENANSVILLE, N. C. KENANSVILLE'S ONLY INSURANCE AGENCY See GLENN W. BOWERS, QUINN - McGOWEN COMPANY WARSAW, NORTH CAROLINA ..v,t . !. . 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Belanga. 8 t ' OO00O0O)OO0 FOR SALE SASH-DOORS SHEETROCK PAINTS DRAIN TILE TERRA COTTA PIPE GLASS LIME CEMENT - BRICK PLASTER ASPHALT SHINGLES AND ALL KINDS OF ROLL ROOFING Z. J. Carter & Son Wallace, N. C. o a e $ e 3 p ' ' Representative In Kenansville JZEAD USELESS 'By Alan LeAtoy CHAPTER XIV Til buat him down. aU right." Royal .Boone said.. - He was , just warming; up to his work. "Sure you'll bust him," Stocker said with an" ironic slur to it. . "But when?" - "Right quick," Boone' promised. He blew on bis knuckles. . Stocker straightened Melody up to ta'T" the blow. But he said, "I ain't so rure. Vou ain't got all night, if tVm Cottons is close as I think they .be." "Wait. Roy," .Thingon said. "We Cct to try something different." "What's the reason we do?" "Eecause you're going to knock him out; thataway. Then what good tc he?." ' "What prrtd Is be anyhow?" ' "I thrust of stmething," Thin fft:, ti'id, ialkin" r;ii-!;ly now. A dc:,)cicte fciiiry wns in his eyes. "VTUiit wss the l;..t t'.Ung ho said, usl brforr ! bniUzJ.on us?" "Ho sr'.I ho Ur.ow where " "No. r.i i t ain't what I mean," Thiii,. in !:t. c!;.. f o.T with almost frar!:(? inii;iii tree "'He said he cot'; lay '.v.nu-i rn f'e express box in I ;.ss'n a minute, didn't he? And rifht after that he mk.e a kind of a false start but not toward the door and he says, 'the box is right over' " "And there's where he drew back," Stocker said. "Yes," Thingan said with bitter sarcasm. "We recall he drew back, but he was right on the ragged edge he even started to move toward it and not toward the outsidel Fel lers that express box is here in this dump!" "You're wonderful," Stocker said sourly. "Pick it up, then, and let's go." He slacked his grip on Melo dy's arms experimentally, then, as Melody stood there, let go the pris oner's elbows. But he kept a pur chase on Melqdy's belt. , Thingan paid no attention to him. "He was standing right over here," he began, taking position in imita tion of Melody. "Over what? He never said." : "Over here, you fo-jl! That's what' he meant!" ' ', "AU right then," Boone blared at him, "he says 'Over here, you fool," meaning you, I guess, and moves toward the blank wall. Hell! Let's get on with the way we was doing. Hold him, Mormon." Both Stocker and Thingan ignored this. "Boot in that door!" Thingan ordered, indicating the root cellar. Boone obeyed. The door, being unfastened, banged wide. Thingnn caught up a candle, and both he and Royal Boone jammed into the root cellar, virtually' at once. Stocker started to drop Melody and follow, but caught himself in time. When Melody moved tenta tively, Stocker prodded him in the ribs with his gun muzzle, and sn.id, "Huh uh." Melody looked at Cherry. He knew now Wat it wns or.lya question of very little time, whether the Cot tons cume or not. Ten i s were run ning down Cherry's cheeks, and this astonished him. "Don't," he said. "Don't bawl. There ain't much more of this left." She leveled him a glance, of last ditch encouragement as her lips formed the words, "George Fury ." Melody shrugged. George had probably assumed. Melody thought, that they had all got free. Thingan and Royal Boone came piling out of the root cellar again. Thingan stood pulling at his lower lip, his eyes so avid as they searched the room that he looked drunken, j "Pull this up," he ordered, kick ing the bunk. Roy Boone tore the bunk out by the roots in a couple of splintering heaves. Nothing was under it but a considerable rat's nest, and a litter 1 of such trash as had found Its way there. 1 Melody saw that Cherry had si dled nearer the door; she could al most reach it, from where she now stood, if reaching it would have done any good. You could always get to that door, but you could never get through It. "Still figuring,"-Melody thought,' "still trying. She never gives nothing up ' -." Royal Boone was methodically testing the packed day floor, under the place where the bunk had been, chipping at it with his high heel. But now Sheriff Roddy Thingan whirled upon that deep window em brasure in the adobe wall Light had come to him, sudden and com plete. He laid hold of the great slab that covered the cache, and heaved ."... .: . - , ' Nothing happened. , Incredibly, without any reason, the slab, stuck where it was. Thingan tried a few more wrenches, this Way" and that, but nothing gave. "Ain't no use heaving at that," Roy Boone said. "It's all sewed down with cobwebs." ' "You figure," .Mprmon Stocker said with insult, "the old man can't even tear a cobweb up?" ' ' . ."Them cobwebs been there for years," Boone explained, in vacu ous good faith. V "You don't tell me," Stocker-said. ' Thingan's voice was low, quick breathed and shaky. : "Work on him, Roy," he said fervently. "Work on himi I'll have him talk or" Roy Eoone stepped gladly toward Melody, but Mormon Stocker swung Melody out of the way. . 'Slop HI" Stocker' said. v . "Stocker, if you've gone soft" "Soft hell! You ain't getting no wherel Cut " out this bashing his brains out. Git some wood In here. Build a fohr a good hot fahr. Stretch his pants over it. Heat his Fpnra red" hot, and we'll write hi: name on hiiul He'll talk- -he'll lull! like like he'll talk plenty," he fin ished. ; ''Too slow," Boone objected. a .,. "Try It," Thingan decided. "Try it anyway." Fear of defeat was riding him. "We got to take a chance on It Git some wood in, Roy.. A little otter do It" . . For a moment Roddy Thingan sat on the edge of the shifting slab, a strange blank expression making his face, sillier. Then the slab let go altogether, and thundered to the floor. The sheriff slid with it, sit ting down hard and suddenly at -the base of the wall. He sat there idi otically for a moment his legs spread wide. in front of him, one pants leg hitched up to his knee. He turned quite slowly, as his brain almost visibly began to. move again. He sighted the black cavity the falling slab had revealed. In a curious, unhurried way, he craned his neck to look into it. ' Then suddenly he was scrambling frantically to get to his feet his hands (clawing at the' wall to help himself up. His voice exploded in a bawl. "They's a dead man in there!" A strangled grunt sounded in Mor mon Stacker's throat as he dropped Melody and plunged toward the cache. The voice of Royal Boone rang out strong and crazy; he was already beside Sheriff Thingan, crouched over the black hole in the adobe ledge. "It's Luke Packer!" Cherry de Longpre snatched Mel ody by the wTist so hard that she almost threw him, as be stood there gaping. She already had the door open. Somehow, with a surprising ?e1tiy spilled back against the wall, hard. use of her slight weight she man aged to sling him through, the door ahead of her. As he slowed up and caught his balance he could hear her furious whisper. " "Run, run, you damn fool! Run or, I will kill you!" Melody Jones looked about him for Cherry, then, but she wasn't with him now. He hunted around for her, a little aimlessly, not daring to sing out; and he couldn't find her. At first he couldn't find the horses, either. He found a place he thought he had left them, but they weren't there; and when he rec ognized that he was in the wrong place he could no longer be sura what he had done with them. He whistled softly the call he used for Harry Henshaw. The gelding bad never paid any attention to it before, but Melody hoped that this time he would at least paw or something, in this emergency. Instead, a soft answering whistle sounded in a different part of the scrub; and when he shook off the first fantastic impression that his horse had whistled back at him, he knew that Cherry had answered him. He ran toward her, trotting stiflly to keep his high heels from turning his ankles; but she didn't whistle again, and he couldn't find her. He did find the ponies, though. Monte's carbine was still on his sad dle,, so that be was armed again now, and 'mounted. He left two of the ponies tied there, and scouted aimlessly through the manzantta; wondering what was sensible. - Far-off up the mountain, perhaps a mile and three furlongs away, a double pistol-shot sounded, as two guns fired almost together. Monte Jarrad sat well back in the shadows as George Fury walked into the ring of the firelight. Monte's gun was in his right hand, where It rested across his knee. The gun was cocked, but It swung nose down, idly, not raised. Monte looked at George Fury In puzzled way tinged with admira tion. This was mainly because he didn't understand how George got here, let alone how be dared come here to begin with. "Who sent you?" he asked without expression. ;;'.., ; .' "I come on my own," George said. "How'd you find this?" "It's a reasonable question," George admitted. ' "I figured you . was up here," Oeo'ije mid, "because 1 figured It i:iA!:::3nivciUT::: Warsaw Drag Co. ' r ... t I A 2 FRIDAY, JUi.'Z C:h., 1945 was your shot killed Luke Packer. r 0 ii "Dead,ishsT" .. "Plenty." Monte Jarrad grunted noneonimlt ally... , t .. "I already figured out you was " wownded. So I knowed you wouldn't travel fur. And I knowed you'd be cold, like any wownded man. Sq I look in the near places where a fire could be hid, and here you be." ., "Smart maybe," Jarrad said. "Uh-huh, My name is George , Fury." . . "I know who you sre. You're the old buck that's been palming him ' self off as my uncle." "And you're the chesp gun-fighter ' that has framed up a sap of a boy to take your medicine for you,"i George said. s.. Monte Jarrad looked him over with some puzzlement "George Fury did not look dangerous enough to face Monte Jarrad with a com ment like that- Ha wore one boot and one sock frazzled to the shape of a spat. He was hatless, and his -thin hair was full of leaf-twigs, and other trash. His knees were muddy, and his shirt torn. , "I don't look nothing like your . half: wit uncle," George said. "What do you want here?" Monte asked him now. The question car ried a strangely detached curiosity, ' as if Monte Jarrad had already de cided what disposition he was going . to make of George. . ,.-'.'' "I come here alone," George be gan. "I know that I been listening to you blundering around here for an ' hour.' I could of picked you off any time, just ss essy as now." George reddened a little this time, " but he let it pass. "The sheriff and some of his posse are already down there at your cache. That's what that shooting was you heard." Monte Jarrad's eyes showed a sharpened flicker as George used the word "cache." But he onlj aid, "I figured that"- ',. "They ain't found iur exyress box yet," George went on. "When they do find it they'll find Luke Packer's body. Because I loaded ' the corpus in there, on top of yott dang box." . i "How did you find it?" j "The gal showed us." Monte Jarrad watched him with, amusement and a faint admiration.' "So they caught that there imita tion of me," he said. "Seems like so," George Fury ad mitted. "I thrashed around and ' tore some of 'em up, and coma away. But Melody's no way quick, -in a thing like that. Not quick, and not lucky. He seems lucky, many a time, but be ain't So they still got him by the neck, I Judge. In a little while more they'll find your . dang cache, and when they do, they'll find the corpus of Luke Pack- er. About then, them Cotton friends" of yours are due to show. So now they got Melody Jones four ways from the ace; he ain't got no more show than s one-lalged buck at a pants-kicking." "You don't mean to tell me," Jar rad said, greatly entertained. "Yes," said George Fury. "And you took all this trouble, just to come up here and tell me this!" "I come here to make a reason- . . able demand," George said, biting off more Jerky." "This here boy is only a- boy, and he ain't got the -sense he was born with that's a Uv tag fact He don't know which is,, up, or what the score is, or what's good for him. I'm the first to ad mit all that and freely tell him to ' his face, for his own good. But leave me tell you one other thing." "Make it short," Jarrad said. He : readjusted bis position, moving carefully, as if his wound might be stiffening again. "There ain't a mean hair in that boy's head. He never done no harm to nobody in his life, nor thunk of any. He's in this because of you, -and because your gal hauled him -into it and made out she needed him to help her. You and her rigged up all this between you. So there ain't but one right thing you can ' do, now. You got to whistle up your bullies, and go and get him , out of this." "I swear," Monte Jarrad said. "I don't believe my ears I" "Or anyways make an honest ' try," George finished. "You come up here to pull a sob like that?" "That's what I come for, partly," -George said. "You mean to tell me you didn't know the answer you'd get?" . ' George Fury tore off one more ' bite of jerky, looking down at Mon te Jarrad sardonically. : "No," be said. "No, I wouldn't lie to you like that." His words sounded odd, com ing muffled from a full mouth. "I ( knew the answer I'd git" "This beats me," Monte Jarrad said. His breathing was quickened and broken by a silent laughter. "Git to your feet" George said,.-. : chewing. - " Monte Jarrad stared up at liira, unbelieving; but the twisty laugh -ter left bis face as Ijt he had been struck, v..-., 5a , , "You heard right" George Fury; said. "I'm taking you down there, . .Monte." ; -:..;, Jarrad still stared at him, thun derstruck, unable to conceive of this. ''They're going to hang you," George said; "and It ain't going to be in effigy, with the effigy con sisting of Melody Jones. You cheap gun-throwers don't make no impres sion on me. Pve seen you come and go. So. fit up out o' that -be . fors I smoVe your carcH-i'" , TO n sy""I!NiJF Alterations end LV.icn- ..... ... . holes - b l.rm"5. T i ,jiA-.f,--.Jirtj'
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