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NOTICE OF SALE
UNDER AND BY VIRTUE OF
AUTHORITY CONTAINED IN
THAT certain Special Proceeding,
entitled, "Vance Phillip Vs. W1U
Green and ethers,", and " being
Special Proceeding No. 1999, duly
filed in the Clerk of superior
Court Office of Duplin County,
and by virtue of authority of the
Judgment therein Signed, the un
dersigned commissioner will offer
for sale for cash, at the Court
house Door in Kenansvllle, N. C,
on Saturday July 14,' 1945, at the
hour of 12:00 O'clock,- the follow
ing described tract of Land, to
Wit: - , ,
All that tract of land situated in
Warsaw Township, Duplin Coun
ty 'and described as follows: Be
ginning at the mouth of Spring or
Phillips Branch on the run . of
Grove swamp running up the run
f said branch as it meanders
bout S. 21 W. 68 poles to a
crook in said 'branch: thence S.
81 1-2 W. 34 poles to the head of
said; branch; thence S. 78 W. 27
note to a stake, corner of Lots
No. 4 and 5: thence with Lot No.
5 N. 10 1-2 E. about 120 poles to a
stake on the run of Grove swamp;
mlnlstrator, C. T. A, of, the estate
of Will Powell, deceased, late of
Duplin County, North Carolina,
this is to notify all persons having
claims against said estate to pre
sent them to the undersigned, du
ly verified, on or before one year
from date of last publication or
this notice, or this notice will be
Dlead in bar of their recovery. All
Depsons 'indebted to said estate
will please make Immediate settlement.
This the 15th day of June, 1945.
M. H. King. Administrator,
, CT.A.
Will Powell estate
H. E. Phillips, Attorney.
7-27-6t
All persons indebted to said es
tate will please make Immediate
payment " . '
This June 9th, 1945.' '
E. Bowden Loftin
. Bettie M. Loftin .
Executrixes.
7-20-6t.
LABOR
EXECUTRIX NOTICE
NORTH CADOLEVA
DUPLIN COUNT
Tha tinftorfetoripn' hnvln? this day
nuallfipd as Executrixes of the will
of Samuel Winfleld Loftln,-this is
to notify ' all - persons v raving
claims against the said estate to
nresent them to the undersigned,
duly verified on or befere the 15th
dav of June. 1946. or this notice
urove awamp; - . ,: .
corner of Lot No. 5; thence down!"--
:thm nin nt Grave SwamD as it w "Ijr
meanders to the beginning, con
taining 31 3-4 acres more or less,
and being the same lands describ
ed in a Deed to V. T. Johnson da
ted Oct. 8, 1906 and recorded in
Book 102 page 230 of the Duplin
County Registry and further being
the same lands as described in a
deed to Vance Phillips, as record
ed In Book 427 page 394 of the
Duplin County Registry and fur
ther being the same lands as de
scribed in Book 428, pages 163,
162, 187, 281 and 181 of the Du
plin County Registry reference is
hereby had for a description of
the tame. - '
' A deposit of 10 percent will be
required of the bidder on the date ',
" of sale as evidence of good faith, j
Advertised this 9th day of June
1945. 'v:--
H. E. Phillips, Commissioner
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It is stated that labor shortages
in the woods and at the mills is
the bottleneck of lumber and pulp-
wood production. . .
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dent of Southern and national trends.
His article in SoI Monopement, extracts
from which, appear on this page today,
predicts a gat future for the South
after the war. . ,
More and more people are making
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ATHENS, Ga. Paul W. Chap
man, dean of the College of
Agriculture, University of Geor
gia! is author of an article in the
magazine Sales Management In
which he foresees vast postwar
marketing expansion in the South.
In the article, entitled, "New
Marketing , Opportunities I see
Developing in the South," Dean
Chapman outlines 10 reasons jwhy
he thinks the SonCh will lead the
nation in the postwar upsurge to
business, agricultural and indus
trial prosperityThey are:
; 1. More pi! roads. -2.
More airports and planes.
q. More runt) electrification.
4. More wrngerauon.
" 5. Increased Hi
6. increased need tor farm build
tags and equipment;
7. Larger farms.
: 8. Livestock expansion.
9. Marketing supplies and equip
tnent v
10. Small industry equipment
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crop,, tenant-sharecropper system
of farmtngr has been broken,' he
writes. "Progress has been very
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fact that the Federal Reserve Bank
of Atlanta has issued more new
money in relation to previous is
sues than any bank in the entire
Federal Reserve System since
1940s and the Federal ' Reserve
Bank at "Richmond stood seeond.
The Georgia agricultural expert.
. listed the following industries as
leading the way to a record era of
Southern marketing expansion and
general economic prosperity fol
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post treating plants, mill-work
planU, excelsior plants, naval
stores, grist mills, paper mills,
rayon plants, seafood canneries,
feed mills, glass factories, potteries,
hatcheries, brickyards,, cement-
block plants, quarries, rjog making,
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"I had hopes for you, for a while,"
George said. "You looked pretty
good around here, once, for a couple
of minutes. When first you let your
self get sucked in here, en the the
ory you could collect, the reward-
git holt of the toughest killer since
Billy the Kid whup bis whole gang,
prob'ly take him single-handed,
seeminglyI knowed you was craiy.
But I admit there was a minute here
when you near had me fooled. 1
come mighty near thlnkUV you
knowed what you was up to, there,
once. . . . -.:
Melody was interested. ', "When
was thtfT"
"When you walked out and fit U
out with him and shot him down!"
.: "WhoT Met"
"How you ever done It that part
theys no answer to," George said.
"It'll mystify me in my grave."
: "Only I never," Melody said som
berly.' "Never what?" .
"I never ihot him, George;
i "I see," George said, with bitter
irony.' "You never killed him. He
fainted, and struck his head. The
bullet you put through him never
had nothing to do with itl" , -
Melody looked at George very
queerly. "I kind of thought to ask
you a question, George. But this
answers It, I guess. Maybe I al
ready knew the answer. Only, I did
kind of hope You sure you didn't
shoot him', George? Because you
crawled to the door, ypu know. You
crawled to the door, and you"
"Crawled to the door," George
mimicked him angrily. "I don't
crawl for nobody, you heart I stood
up and walked like a human bean!
Only I tripped. It knocked the wind
out of me, or somethln. and I
dropped her. ' Don't you even know
when you shoot a fellerT"
"I I don't feel good." Melody
said. "Of course, I really knowed;
but I guess I still kind of hoped"
"What the hell's the matter with
w?" - -
Melodv looked at him with lty
"Tha shot come from behind me.
next silliness, I'm supposed to think
she went off when you dropped ner,
and hit dead center by accident
Fine carbine, you had, with its own
eyes and everything. I never near
seen " He itopped. "Now whut's
the matter?"
A new queer light had come Into
George's face. "Avery!" he said.
"Whut?"
"It comes back to me now. As I
fall down, somebody taken and
Tabbed the carbine up. Avery
mtt of" He checked abruptly.
and looked even stranger. "Avery
was knocked out," he said weakly,
aatchinff Melodv. -
They looked at each other quite a
while. Melody's face had reached
a low of depression such as George
had never seen in It before. It made
him look older; almost, George
thnusht. if he had sense.
"TWt innk like that" George
said at last "You otter be glad.
You otter be proud of .her. It It was
me. rd take tt xor tne Den goou
news I ever see come to you yet.
The only aood news," he corrected
"I throw In," Melody saw.
"What?"
"Vnn mln't blame her. She
trnnurl him lona before she ever
knowed me."
It took a long time tor that to
nslr in unon Geortfe. so that ne
realized what Melody meant. Even
mttmr ail hl Inn a mtlei with Melody.
he found it hard to believe this final
thin
"I otter git up and whup yew."
George's voice was low, but It shook.
'I give yew up. Git out oi my
aight! I don't want to ever see yew
no more. Melody, I mean it
"ATI Mont George."
Maiiwtv ant tot-etner such of his
. thin, aa were stlU rattling
mtimif tha ranch house. He could
not find at all some of the things he
thought he remembered having naa,
,nt. anaJuM oalr of iDuri. and
hia horsehair tie rope. He finally
Y.m4 Ma ather , saddle Dianxet,
thmivh. railed ud under George
Tatf head. "Please, George, kin
t km that?" Whan George smoked
and Ignored him he lifted George's
k ha hair, and took the blan
ket anyway, wHile George refused
to' notice. : y
n.m 'naa bruahlns her hair.
just as he had seen her do the night
ahe bad found bun asieep in ner nwa.
She glanced over her shoulder at
him, and said, "W.V ana inert wn
a considerable silence while Melody
tood awkwardly in the door and
nothing happened.
His wandering eye noticed a ran
dom piece of blue ribbon, tossed
aside so that it trailed over the ena
of the wash stand st the ena oz tne
bed, by the lamp. He had never
seen it before, and cuant snow
v,.w aha wore It in her hair, or
what, but it was crumpled, so that
he knew it had been worn, wnen
he had looked st the ribbon tor a
minute he became aware, without
any process of thougnt, tnat ne was
going to steal it .
' m tuata mi" Melody said.
"where that hanged horse has got
to, so sadden. One minute he's for.
aging hay In the Darn, use ne waa
moved in to stay, and next minute
he ain't any place, and don't even
tnswer my whistle."
' "Did he evert"
"Well, no," Melody admitted. He
crossed "aimlessly, and sat down on
her bed. "He never actually done
ao, yet; but it always seemed like
he was fixing to. Its kind of back
setting, in a wsy."
She didn't answer that, and wasn't
looking at him, so Melody casually
began to reel tt in with Ms fingers. '
'That there caU-wbiitl I use." he
said sadly, "is the most eoma
hither whistle I can develop. I've
give an kind of thought to It It
does seem like any critter ought to
answer that whistle, if he's fixing to
answer anything."
"You don't ssy."
She stopped ' brushing her hair,
and sat looking at the hair brush in
a dejected sort of way, as if it had
failed her.
"I don't see why you need him,
right away," ahe said st last
: "I got to get a lob. Moat likely
I got to travel some to get it don't
seem like I'm popular around here
no more. But I got to get some
money to send back to George. He'll
need it, until he caa work."
' "He might never, you know. :
"Well, then, he'll need the money
all the worse."
"You know," Cherry said, not
looking at him, "the country around
here would be a wonderful place to
start a little cattle stand. If s thin,
but there's plenty of it The Cot
tons only want the valley bottom.
And it isn't the country's fault mat
Fever Crick wsstes all his time run
ning wild horses."
"I-I,often thought of thst"
"In a few years," Cherry . said
gravely, "a couple of people coyld
said he didn't know," el " t t .f
George would be staying on t ere.
"Wall." Melody said, "bea-he-I
guess I got to teU you someiUing,
Cherry . . . George remembera,
now. . Ha ramamhara ' wha hn
picked that carbine up, and shot It,
Wnen wnan I waa nghting Monta."
uierry wincea as it a quirt nad
sung In her face, but steadied In
stantly. She considered for a long
moment, with her eyes averted, j
1 old," she said at last
"Yud. aura." Melody said. "Wa
know that now." 'y
Cherry talked swiftly, in a panic.
"Can't ha ace can't anvbndv aaa I
had to try to I couldn't help" '
"pnerry," no sua siowry, "you
ain't cot any better friend than
George." ' '
But you lust said you quarreled
because" ' "
He met her almost frantically
glassy, stare with steady eyes.
"George is a sentimental old guy.
He don't see things very clear, any
IP
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nroa're really an year way," she
said, aa if she didn't believe It.
have about anything, it they weren't
afraid et wen."
"Sura."
she was silent and waited for
arhat ha would lav.
The ribbon be was reeling into
hia nocket waa causht on something.
but he was afraid to looa arouna w
ee what it was. He tried to free
it with twitchy Jerks.
"I guess I got to be going now.
ha nM
The ribbon came free into hia
hand. Instantly there was a scat
tering crash as her lamp came
down. The pink chins shade, with
tha little silt flowers on it which he
had thought was so pretty, dtoko up
in about a million nieces, and so did
the chimney, and the glass base
broke in halt Kerosene raisea s
quick reek as it puddled across the
floor and began to drip away
thrnuffh tha cracks.
From the lean-to at the other side
nf tha home came George Fury's
faint yell: "Cherry, if yew missed
him with ut hit mm acini"
"Heck," Melody said. He sat look
ing at the broken lamp, and the rib
bon In his hand, and turning turkey
red. .,
Cherry seemed to notice the rib
bon more than the lamp. "You can
have that if you want It" she said.
"You don't need to steal tnings rrom
me. Couldn't you skT"
Wordless, Melody wedded up the
ribbon and. crammed tt into his
pocket. Then, becoming aware of
what he was doing, he hastily pulled
it out again, snapped n straignx, ana
dropped it on the bed.
1 wear." be said honestly, "1
don't know how come I done thst"
He stood up. "I'll send you an
other lamp," he said, "out of my
first pay."
'You're really on your way." sne
said, as U she didn't believe it
"Whiit?"
aha auhaldad. looking more dls-
rniuraffMi than he bad ever seen her.
t. it on . t iiiDDOie you'll let
George know where he can Una
rV . .. .
"We ain't speaain.
Ttut m uln
'Til support him while he needs
u imi rtn teat that one thine more.
nut hevond that we're done. George
want it that way. Cherry. I reckon
mn An !" "
ch. innkad'at him a long time
ik.n iMipnncartlnslv. while he stood
turning his hat round and round in
his hands. He didn't know exsctly
how to get out of there, now thst he
had no more to say. -. ;
"i think." Charrv ssid surprising
ly, "you're the hardest man Tve
ever known."
"WhoT Met" -
"You're hard like a rock drill, or
a bronc. You're so hard you don't
even know you're hard."
i "Th wall ahucks. now'
"How on earth did you manage
to break with George?"
Melody shifted uncomiortably,
deeply embarrassed. He would have
Xverr trace of exnresslon in Cher-.
it's face- was crossed off.
"It's if s you who hates me for : .
thatT" . '
"Nobody hates you, Cherry." "
She droDoed her chin, and turned
her face away from him. '
'1 want you to know something,''
Melody said. "If a feller gets a
bullet pasted at him, it's liable to
be his own damn fault Even If It
comes from the last place he would tt
rightfully expect it to come from." .
She only looked at him.
"Don't feel like that," Melody
said. "It ain't fair or tight tor a
man to expect too much of people. r
If a feller gets to thinking there's -
some one person he can trust that's
a chance he's taking. And If later '
ahe feels called on to take a shot at
him, he cain't blame nobody but his
self if he's surprised."
This was so far from anything
Cherry had looked forward to, or
planned, that at flrit she could not '
speak. Her eyelid, winked last as -she
stared herd at the hairbrush.
"Your horse . . " she said at
last ...
"Whut?" "
"Your horse is out of sight In the
coulee, Just beyond the barn."
Now, how in time did be get
mere?" ;
T put him there," she said.
"You did? Whut for?"
"Because I wanted to talk to you.
But I don't any more."
Melody shrugged. "People around
here sure act queer," he said. "It
must be something In the wefer, like
George ssys. I noticed Harry Hen
Shaw was kind of Of course, that
could be something he et"
He turned away; "and she didn't
stop him as he wandered to the
door. But he hesitated, feeling
unhappy, and incomplete.
"George is funny," he said.
"Facts hurt George. He ealn't bring
hisself to stand for 'em. There , '
ain't a man in the world wouldn't
give the last drop of his blood for a
gal that done for him whut you tried
to do for Monte. But maybe you'd
better let George think whut be
wants. He's dald set that you was
shootin' at Monte.". .
He paused. Then, as she stared -at
him, he said, diffidently, "some
wsy it makes him mad to have me
realize that you was only trying to
kill me."
Cherry dropped the hairbrush, but
it landed on Its bristles, without
sound; and Melody did not see it,
because he was getting out of '
there now, at his own slow pace.
He picked up his saddle, and his
bedroll, snd a few things he had tor
got to wrap in, but could hang from
the fork. And he carried this scant
lifetime acquirement out -to the
coulee beyond the barn, where he
found Harry Henshaw as Cherry bad
promised. . .. '
He laid his stuff down on the lip
of the coulee, sat down on his bed
roll, and studied Harry Henshaw. He ;
wasn't In any hurry.
He whistled to Harry Henshaw.
the seductive whistle he had prac-'
tlced so long.. The horse didn't no
tice, seemingly. The awfullest
thought in the word was haunting
Melody.
"Someday," he said to himself,
"you'll be, an old man, paat use fur
nthn 'and auoDoae then word
comes In, some way, sos we know
then that George was ngnv eup-
pose we find out, some wsy, she real
ly ihot at Monte. Then you'll st
there plucking cactus spines. You'll
aet there a long time ... .'
He stood halfway up, hitching his
chap belt, but sat down again "She
would of give me some sign,", be
suggested to himself uncertainly.
"She would of said something. She
would of told me." He reached down
for his soogans.
But he never picked them up. He
topped In his tracks, shocked out of ,
motion by the impression that Har
ry Heashaw, ignore of whistles,
had turned and whistled st him.
Then, as he stared et the dosing
pony, Cherry spoke behind him,
"No wonder he doesn't come," she
ssldu. . .
He Jumped, snd spun around.
"Whut? Oh. It's you."
"Yes," Cherry said. "That whis
tle can't be any good. You don't
avtn answer to it yourself."
"Who? Me?" Melody was utter-
ly befuddled, now. 'Cherry, I swear.
It seems like he otter come. I thunk
fur piece, figuring up that whistle.
-.i i. ih. Aaa anma-hither
jnai uwro m " , ,
whistle a man can think up, I do
believe." ...
"Is it?" Cherry looked him square
In the eye, and whistled at him.
The doggonedest thing of all hap
paned then. Harry Henshaw came
up and stood nearby, looking self
conscious. . - , '
THE END
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