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a jauntily cocked black hat on his head.
And even to the last detail, the ribbon
laces above the ankle and the gold
buckled shoes, he was the sketch of
Georges Meilhac sprung into life.
About this slender figure there hung
a wan sweetness like a fine mist, al
most an ethereality in that light yet to
the pale face lurked something reck
less, something of the 'actor, too and,
though his smile was gentle and wist
ful, there was a twinkle behind it not
seen at first, something amused and
impish a small surprise underneath,
like a flea in a rose jar.
Fixed to the spot by this apparition,
Miss Betty stood wildly staring, her
straining eyelids showing the white
above and below the large brown iris.
Her breath came faster and deeper
until between her parted lips it be
came vocal in a quick sound like a sob.
At that he spoke.
''Forgive me!" The voice was low.
vibrant and so exceedingly musical
that he might have been accused of
"Don come near!" &7ic gasped.
coolly selecting his best tone and it be
came only sweeter when, even more
softly, in a semiwhisper of almost cru
cial pleading, he said, "Ah, don't go
away!"
In truth she could not go. She had
been too vitally stirred. She began to
tremble excessively and sank back up
on the bench, motioning him away with
vague gestures of her shaking hands.
This was more than the incroyable
had counted upon and far from his de
sires. He started forward, with an ex
clamation.
"Don't come near!" she gasped.
"Who are you? Go away!"
"Give me one second to explain," he
began, but with the instant reassur
ance of this beginning she cut him off
short, her fears dispelled by his com
monplace. Nay, indignation displaced
them so quickly that she fairly flashed
up before him to her full height.
"You did not come in by the gatel"
she cried. '"What do you mean by
coming here iu that dress? What right
have you in my garden?"
"Just one word," he begged quickly,
but very gently. "You'd allow a street
beggar that much!"
She stood before him panting and, as
he thought, glorious in her flush of
youth and anger. Tom Vanrevel had
painted her incoherently, but richly
in spite of that, his whole heart being
in the portrait, and Crailey Gray had
smiled at what he deemed the exag
geration of an ordinarily unimpres
sionable man who had fallen in love
"at first sight," yet in the presence of
the*reality the incroyable decided that
Tom's colors had been gray and hum
ble.
"If you have anything to say for
yourself, say it quickly!" said Miss
Betty.
"You were singing a while ago," he
answered somewhat huskily, "and I
stopped on the street to listen then I
came here to be nearer. The spell of
your voice"- He broke off abruptly
to change the word. "The spell of the
song came over meit is my dearest
favoriteso that I stood afterward in
a sort of trance, only hearing again in
the silence 'The stolen heart, like the
gathered rose, will bloom but for a
day!' I did not see you until you came
to the bench. You must believe me.
I would not have frightened you for
anything hi the world."
"Why are you wearing that dress?"
He laughed and pointed to where,
behind him on the ground, lay a long
gray cloak, upon which had been toss
ed a white mask. "I'm on my way to
the masquerade," he answered, with
an airy gesture. "I'm an incroyable,
you see, and I had the costume made
from my recollection of a sketch of
your great-uncle. I saw it a long time
ago In your library."
Miss Carewe's accustomed poise was
quite recoveredIndeed, she was as
tonished to discover a distinct trace of
disappointment that the brilliant ap
parition must offer so tame an expla
nation. What he said was palpably
the truth. There was a masquerade
that night, she knew, at the Madril
lons', a little way up Carewe street,
and her father had gone an hour earli
er, a blue domino over his arm.
The Incroyable was a person of al
most magical perceptiveness. He felt
the let-down immediately and feared
a failure. This would not do. The at
titude of tension between them must
be renewed at once. "You'll forgive
me?" he began In a quickly impassion
ed tone. "It was only after you sang
a dream possessed me, and"
"I cannot stay to talk with you,"
Miss Betty interrupted and added with
a straightforwardness which made him
afraid she would prove lamentably di
rect, "I do not know you."
She turned toward the house, where
upon he gave a little pathetic exclama
tion of pleading in a voice that was
masterly, being as sincere as it wai
day slie began to understand why he
appeared ungrateful to her for growing
up. He went out a great deal, though
no visitors came to the house, for it
was known th.it Mr. Carewe desired to
present his dausjhtoi to no one until he
presented her to nil. Fanchon Bareaud,
Indeed, made one hurried and embar
rassed call, evading Miss Betty's refer
ence to the chevalier of the kitten with
a dexterity too nimble to be thought
unintentional. Miss Carewe was for
bidden to return her friend's visit until
after her debut, and Mr. Carewe ex
plained that there were always some
worthless young men hauging about
Bareaud's, where, he did not add, they
Interfered with a worthy old one who
desired to honor Fauehon's older sister,
Virginia, with his attentions.
This was no great hardship for Miss
Betty, as, since plunging into the rev
olution with her great-uncle, she had
lost some curiosity concerning the men
of today, doubting that they would
show forth as heroic, as debonair, gay
and tragic as he. He was the legend
ary hero of her childhood. She remem
bered her mother's stories of him per
haps more clearly than she remember
ed her mother, and one of the older
sisters had known him in Paris and
had talked of him at great length, giv
ing the flavor of his dandyism and his
beauty at first hand to his young rela
tive.
In the library hung a small full
length drawing of Georges, done in
color by Miss Betty's grandmother,
and this she carried to her own room
and studied long and ardently until
sometimes the man himself seemed to
stand before her.
Miss Betty had an impression that
her grandmother's art of portraiture
would have been more sucessful with
the profile than the "full face." Never
theless, nothing could be more clearly
indicated than that the hair of M.
Meilhac was very yellow and his short,
huge lapeled waistcoat white, striped
with scarlet. An enormous cravat
covered his chin the heavy collar of
his yellow coat rose behind hi& ears,
while its tail* fell to his ankles, and
the tight trousers of white and yellow
Stripes were tied with white ribbons
about the middle of the calf. He wore
white stockings and gold buckled yel
low shoes and on the back of his head
a jauntily cocked black hat. Miss
Betty innocently wondered why his
letters did not speak of Petiou. of
Vergniaud or of Dumoriez. since in
the historical novels which she read
the hero's lot was inevitably linked
with that of every one of importance
in his generation Yet Georges ap
peared to have been unacquainted
with these personages, Robespierre
being the only name of consequence
mentioned in his letters, and then it
appeared in much the same fashion
practiced by her father in alluding to
the governor of the state, who had the
misfortune to be unpopular with Mr.
Carewe. But this did not dim her
great-uncle's luster in Miss Betty's
eyes or lessen' for her the pathetic
romance of the smile he wore.
Beholding this smile, one remember
ed the end to which his light footsteps
had led him, and it was unavoidable to
picturo him left lj'ing in the empty
street behind the heels of the flying
crowd, carefully forming that same
smile on his lips and taking much
pride in passing with some small, cyn
ical speech, murmured to himself, con
cerning the inutility of a gentleman's
getting shot by his friends for merely
being present to applaud them. So,
fancying him thus with his yellow hair,
his scarlet striped waistcoat and his
tragedy, the young girl felt a share of
family greatness or at least of pictur
esqueness descend to her, and she
smiled sadly back upon the smile in
the picture and dreamed about its orig
inal night after night.
Whether or no another figure, that of
a dark young man in a white hat, with
a white kitten etching his wrist in red,
found place in her dreams at this period
it is Impossible to determine. She did
not see him again. It is quite another
thing, hazardous to venture, to state
that he did not see her. At all events,
it is certain that many people who had
never beheld her were talking of her
that Rouen was full of contention con
cerning her beauty and her gift of mu
sic, for a song can be heard through
an open window. And how did it hap
pen that Crailey Gray knew that it
was Miss Carewe's habit to stroll in her
garden for half an hour or so each
evening before retiring and that she
went to mass every morning soon aft
er sunrise? Crailey Gray never rose
at or near sunrise in his life, though
he sometimes beheld it from another
point of view, as the end of the even
ing. It appears that some one must
have told him.
One night when the moon lay white
on the trees and housetops Miss Betty
paused in her evening promenade and
seated herself upon a bench on the
borders of the garden, wrought upon
by the tender incentive to sighs and
melancholy which youth in loneliness
finds in a loveliness of the earth, for
what reason she could not have told,
since she was without care or sorrow
that she knew except the French revo
lution, yet tears shone upon the long
lashes. She shook them off and looked
up with a sudden odd consciousness.
The next second she sprang to her feet
with a gasp and a choked outcry, her
hands pressed to her breast.
Ten paces in front of her a gap in the
shrubbery where tall trees rose left a
small radiant area of illumination like
that of a limelight in a theater, its bril
liancy intensified by the dark foliage1
behind. It was open to view only from
flie bench by which she stood, and ap
peared, Indeed, like the stage of a little
theater, a stage occupied by a bizarre
figure. For, in the center of this shin
tag patch, with the light strong on his
face, was standing a fair haired young
man dressed in a yellow coat, a scarlet
and white striped walstcoast, wearing
musical, and he took a few leaning
stops toward her, both bands out
stretched.
"One moment more!" ho cried as she
turned again to him. "It may be the
one chance of my life- to speak with
you. Don't deny me this. All the rest
will meet you when the happy evening
comes, -will dance with you, talk with
you, ee you AAIICH they like, listen to
you sing. 1 alone must hover about
the gate* or s^eal like a thief into your
garden to hear you from a distance.
Listen to me just this once for a mo-
ment."
"I cannot listen," she said firmly, and
with a whisk of her.skirts and a foot
fall on the gravel path she was gone.
He stood dumfounded, poor comedian,
having come to play the chief role, but
to find the scene taken out of his
hands.
CHAPTER III.
HOSE angels appointed to be
guardians of the merry people
of Rouen, poising one night be
tween earth and stars, discov
ered a single brilliant and resonant
spot, set in the niidbt of the dark, quiet
town like a jeweled music box on a
black cloth, for that night was the be
ginning of Miss Betty's famous career
as the belle of Rouen and was the date
from which strangers were to hear of
her as "the beautiful Miss Carewe" un
til "beautiful" was left off, visitors to
the town being supposed to have heard
at least that much before they came.
There had been much discussion of
.jer, though only one or two had caught
glimpses of her, but most of the gal
lants appeared to agree with Crailey
Gray, who aired his opinion in an ex
ceedingly casual way at the little club
on Main street. Mr. Gray held that
when the daughter of a man as rich as
Bob Carewe was heralded as a beauty
the chances were that she would prove
disappointing, and, for his part, he was
not even interested enough to attend
and investigate. So he was going down
the ri\ er in a canoe and preferred the
shyness of bass to that of a girl of
eighteen ju^t from the convent, he said.
Tom Yau-e\el was not present on the
occasion ot these remarks, and the gen
eral concurrence Avith Crailey may be
suspected as a purely verbal one, since
when the e\ ening came two of the most
enthusiastic dancers and lovemakers of
the town, the handsome Tappingham
Marsh and that doughty ex-dragoon
and Indian fighter, stout old General
Trumble, were upon the field before the
enemy appearedthat is to say, they
were iu the new ballroom before their
host indeed, the musicians had not ar
rived, and Nelson, an aged negro serv
itor, was engaged in lighting the house.
The crafty pair had planned this ear
ly descent with a view to monopoly by
right of priority in case the game prov
ed worth tfio candle, and they were
leaning effectively against the little
railing about the musicians' platform
when Mr. Carewe entered the room
with his daughter on his arm.
She was in white touched with count
less small lavender flowers. There
were rows and rows of Avonderful silk
and lace flounces on her skirt, and her
fan hung from a rope of great pearls.
All, hideous, blue rough cloth of the
convent, unforgotten, but -laid aside
forever, what a chrysalis you were!
Tappingham tAvitched his compan
ion's .sleeA-e, but the general was al
ready posing, and neither heard the
words of presentation, because Miss
Betty gaAe each of them a quick look,
then smiled upon them as they bowed.
The slayers were prostrated before
their prey. Never were lady killers
more instantaneously tamed and subju
gated by the power of the feminine
eye. Will Cummings came in soon,
and, almost upon his heels, Eugene
Madrillon and young Frank Cheno
weth. No others appeared for half an
hour, and the five gentlemen looked at
one another aside, each divining his
own diplomacy iu his fellow's eye, and
each laboriously explaining to the oth
ers his OAVU mistake in regard to the
hour designated upon Mr. Carewe's
cards of invitation. This small embar
rassment, however, did not prevent
General Trumble and young Mr. Chen-
OAveth from coming to high words over
Miss Carewe's little gilt filigree "pro
gramme" of dances.
It may be not untimely to remark
also of these five redoubtable beaux
that during the evening it occurred to
every one of them to be glad that Crai
ley Gray Avas betrothed to Fanchon
Bareaud, and that ho was down on the
Rouen river Avith a canoe, a rod and a
tent. Nay, without more words, to de
clare the truth in "regard to Crailey,
they felt greater security in his ab
sence from the field than in his be
trothal. As Mr. Chenoweth, a youth as
open as out of doors both in counte
nance and mind, observed plaintively
to Tappingham Marsh in a corner,
while they watched Miss Betty's laven
der flowers miraculously swirling
through a quadrille, "Crailey, you
knowwell, Crailey's been engaged be-
fore!" It was not Mr. Chenoweth's
habit to disguise his apprehensions,
and Crailey Gray would not fish for
bass forever.
The same Chenoweth was he who,
maddened by the general's triumphant
ly familiar way of toying with Miss
Betty's fan between two dances, at
tempted to propose to her during the
sunrise waltz. Having sung "Oh, be
lieve me!" in her ear as loudly ay he
could, he expressed the wish, quite as
loudly, "that this waltz might last for
always!"
That was the seventh time it had
been said to Betty during the night,
and, though Mr. Chenoweth's predeces
sors had revealed their desires In a
guise lacking this prodigious artless
ness, she already possessed no novel ac
quaintance with the exclamation, but
she made no comment. Her partner's
style was not a stimulant to repartee.
"It would be heaven," he amplified
earnestly "it would be heaven to dance
THE PRINCETON UNION: THUBSDAY, FEBEUAEY tPl966^R$^^^
with you foreveron a desert Isle
where the others couldn't come!" h
finished with sudden acerbity as his ey
caught the general's.
proceeded, and only the cessation
of the music aided Miss Carewe in stop
ping the declaration before it Avas al
together out, and at that point Frank's
OAVU father came to her rescue, though
In a fashion little saving of her con
fusion The elder Chenoweth was one
of the gallant and kindly southern col
ony that made it natural for Rouen al
ways to speak of Miss Carewe as Miss
Betty. He was a handsome old fellow,
whoso hair, long mustache and impe
rial were as Avhite as he was proud of
them, a Virginian Avith the admirable
southern fearlessness of being thought
sentimental. Mounting a chair with
complete dignity, he proposed the health
of his young hostess. He made a
speech of some length, pronouncing
himself quite as hopelessly in lOA-e with
his old friend's daughter as (ill could
see his OAVU son Avas, and wishing her
long life and prosperity, with many
allusions to fragrant bowers and the
muses.
It made Miss Betty happy, but it was
rather trying, too, for she could only
stand with doAvncast eyes before them
all, trembling a little, and receiving a
mixed impression of Mr. Chenoweth's
remarks, catching fragments here and
there. As the old gentleman finished,
Fanchon Bareaud, kissing her hand to
Betty, began to slug, and they all join
ed in, lifting their glasses to the blush
ing and happy girl clinging to her fa
ther's arm:
"Thou Avouldst still be adored as this mo
ment thou ait,
Let thy lo\elincss fade as It will,
And around the dear ruin each wish of
my heart
Would lntwine itself verdantly still."
They Avere happy people who had not
learned to be self conscious enough to
fear doing a pretty thing openly with
out mocking themselves for it, and it
was a brave circle they made *V30ut
Betty Carewe, the charming faces of
the women and their fine furbelows,
handsome men and tall, all so gay, SO
cheerily smiling and yet so earnest in
their Avelcomo to her. No one was
afraid to "let out" his voice their song
went full and strong over the waking
town, and when it was finished the ball
was over too.
The A eranda and the path io the gate
became like tropic gardens, the fair
colors of the women's dresses, balloon
ing in the early breeze, making the
place seem strewn with giant blos
soms. They all went away at the same
time, those in carriages calling fare
Avells to each other and to the little
processions departing on foot in dif
ferent directions to homes near by.
The sound of the A-oices and laughter
drew aA\ay, slowly died out altogether,
and the silence of the street Avas
strange and unfamiliar to Betty. She
went to the hedge and watched the
musicians, AAIIO were the last to go,
until they passed from sight little
black toilsome figures, carrying gro
tesque black boxes. While she could
still see them it seemed to her that her
ball was not quite over, and she wish
ed to hold the least speck of it as long
as she could, but when they had dis
appeared she faced the truth with a
deep sigh. The long, glorious night was
finished indeed.
What she needed UOAV Avas another
girl. The two AA-OUUI have gone to Bet
ty's room and danced it all over again
Propobul the health of his young hostess.
until noon, but she had only her father.
She found him contentedly smoking a
cigar upon the veranda, so she seated
herself timidly, nevertheless with a
hopeful glance at him, on the steps
at his feet, and as she did so he
looked down upon her with something
more akin to geniality than anything
she had ever seen in his eye before.
They did not know each other very
well, and she often doubted that they
would ever become intimate. This
morning, for the first time, she was
conscious of a sense of warmth and
gratitude toward him. The elaborate
fashion in which he had introduced her
to his friends made it appear possible
that he liked her, for he had forgotten
nothing, and to remember everything
in this case was to be lavish, which has
often the appearance of generosity.
And yet there had been a lack. Some
small tiling she had missed, though she
was not entirely sure that she identi
fied it. But the lack had not been in
her father or In anything he had done.
Then, too, there was something so un
expectedly human and pleasant in his
not going to bed at once, but remain
ing to smoke on the veranda at this
hour that she gave him credit for a lit
tle of her own excitement, innocently
fancying that he also might feel the
need of a companion with Avhom to
talk over the brilliant passages of the
night. And a moment ensued when
she debated taking his hand. She was
too soon glad that her intuition for
bade the demonstration.
"It AA-SS all so beautiful, papa," she
said timidly. "I have no \vay to tell
you hoAv I thank ou."
"You may do that," he replied even
ly, with no unkindness, Avith no kind
ness either, iu the level of his tone,
"by never dancing again more than
twice with one man in one evening."
"I think I should much prefer not
myself," she returned, lifting her head
to face him gravely. "I believe if I
cared to dance more than once with
one I should like to dance all of them
with him."
Mr. CareAve frowned. "I trust that
you dioeovered none last night Avhoru
you wished to honor with your entire
programme."
"No," she laughed, "not last night."
Her father tossed away his cigar ab
ruptly. "Is it too much to hope," he
inquired, "that when you diseA*er a
gentleman with Avhom you desire to
waltz all night you will omit to men
tion the fact to him?"
There Avas a brief flash of her eye
as she recalled her impulse to take his
hand, but she immediately looked at
him AA-ith such complete seriousness
that he feared his irony had been
thrown away.
"I'll remember not to mention it,"
she answered. "I'll tell him you told
me not to."
[TO BE CONTINUED.]
NAPOLEON'S ESCAPES.
RecltlesM of Dancer, tlte Great Sol
dier Wa Often Wounded.
In reply to the question in what en
gagements he considered himself to
have been in the greatest danger of
losing his life Napoleon once said, "In
the commencement of my campaigns."
Indeed, if further proof were demanded
to shoAV that he did not spare himself
at Toulon it is only necessary to add
that during the ten weeks of it& siege
Napoleon, in addition to a bayonet
wound in his thigh, had three horses
shot under him, A\hile at the siege of
Acre during the expedition to Egypt he
lost no fewer than four in the same
manner.
During the last days of his life, when
captnity, disappointment and sickness
had Avell nigh completed their Avork, it
is said that the agony of his fatal dis
ease dreAV from him on many occasions
the pitiful cry of, "Why did the cannon
balls spare me?"
During his long military career Napo
leon fought sixty battles, while Caesar
fought but fifty. In the early part of
his career he was utterly reckless of
danger while on the battlefield, and this
spirit of fearlessness contributed large
ly to the love and esteem in which he
was held by his armies. There was a
curious belief among the English in Na
poleon's time that he had neAer been
wounded, and indeed the report Avas
current that he carefully if not in a
cowardly manner refrained from ex
posing himself. Nothing could be more
contrary to the truth, for he was" in re
ality several times severely wounded,
but as he wished to impress upon his
troops the belief that good fortune nev
er deserted him and that, like Achilles,
he was well nigh invulnerable, he al
ways made a secret of his many dan
gers. He therefore enjoined once for
all upon the part of his immediate staff
the most absolute silence regarding all
circumstances of this nature, for it is
almost impossible to calculate the con
fusion and disorder which would have
resulted from the slightest report or the
smallest doubt relative to his existence.
Upon the single thread of this man's
life depended not only the fate and gov
ernment of a great empire, but the
whole policy and destiny of Europe as
well.
NATAL AUTOGRAPHS.
Siflrn Manual of the Child That Does
Not Change I Life.
There is born with every one of us
and continues unchanged during our
lives an unfailing and ineradicable
mark or marks, which absolutely dis
tinguish each one of us from every oth
er fellow Hbeing. These physical marks
never change from the cradle to the
grave. This born autograph is impos
sible to counterfeit, and there is no du
plicate of it among the teeming billows
in the world. Look at the insides of
your hands and the soles of your feet
closely examine the ends of your fin
gers. You see circles and curves and
arches andBAvhorls, some prominent with
deep corrugations, others minute and
delicate, but all a well defined and
closely traced pattern. There is your
physiological signature.
Run your hands through your hair
and press finger tips on a piece of clear
glass. You see all the delicate tracing
transferrednot two fingers alike. Even
"the left hand knoweth not what the
right hand doeth." They are distinctly
different. EA-en twins may bo so little
different in size, features and general
physical condition as to be scarcely dis
tinguishable, yet their finger auto
graphs are radically different.
In fact, in all humanity every being
carries with him on his baby fingers
and his wrinkled hand of decrepit old
age the identical curves, arches and
circles that were born with him. Noth
ing except dismemberment can oblit
erate or disguise them. Criminals may
burn,and sear their hands, but nature,
when she restores the cuticle, invaria
bly brings back the natal autograph.
The Nation'* Timekeeper!
Americans get their correct time from
a little room in the naval observatory,
located on Georgetown heights, in the
BUburbs of Washington. The observa
tory was originally intended to detect
errors in ship chronometers and to
regulate them properly. This work
constitutes one department at the in
stitution, but perhaps Its most im
portant function is that of being the
nation's timekeeper.
You will not find beauty in rouge
pot or complexion whitewash. True
beauty comes to them only that take
Hollister's Rocky Mountain Tea. ft
is a wonderful tonic and beautifier.
35 cents tea or tablets. C. A. Jack.
First publication Dec. 11, 1906.
Summons.
STATE OP MINNESOTA, I
County of Mule Lacs. fss
The State of Minnesota to Willis Morehouse,
defendant.
You are hereby summoned to be and appear
before the undersigned, one of the justices of
thePeace in and for said county, on the 8th day
of Febuary 1906, at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, at
my office in the village of Princeton in said
county, to answer to Joseph Leathers in a civil
action wherein the plaintiff claims the sum of
S26.b3 and interest on $29 83 from the 6th dav of
January 1896 at 10 per cent per annum Should
you fail to appear at the time and place afore
said, judgment will be rendered against you
upon the evidence adduced by said Joseph
Leathers for such sum as he shall show he is
entitled to.
Given under my hand this 6th day of January
A. 1906.
C. H. CHADBOUBNE
Justice of the Peace.
First publication Dec. 28,1905.
Mortgage Foreclosure Sale.
Default having been made in the payment of
,S?um
hundred ninety-six and 50-109
I ,*,e
(Siuyb o0) dollars, which is claimed to be due
and is due at the date of this notice upon a cer
tain mortgage, duly executed and delivered by
Henry A. Moore and Idella Moore, his wife
mortgagors, to Robert W. Webb, mortgagee!
bearing date the 14th day of May, 1902, and
with a power of sale therein contained, duly
recorded in the office of the register of deeds in
and for the county of Mille Lacs and State of
Minnesota, on the 20th day of October, 1902 at
4o'clock p. m., in book N of mortgages, on page
333.
Which said mortgage, together with the debt
secured thereby, was duly assigned by said
Robert W. Webb, mortgagee, to W. A. Mc-
DoAvell, by written assignment dated the 13th
day of December. 1902, and recorded in the
office of said register of deeds, on the 13th day
of December, 1902, at 4 o'clock p. m., in book
of mortgages, on page, 523.
Which said mortgage, together with said
debt secured thereby, was duly assigned by
said W. A. McDowell, the assignee and holder
thereof, to Mary I. Skahen. by written assign
ment dated the 29th day of July, 1903, and re
corded in the office of said register of deeds, on
the 22nd day of August, 1903, at 10 o'clock a.
in book of mortgages, page 559 and no ac
tion or proceeding having been instituted, at
law or otherwise to recover the debt secured
by said mortgage or any part thereof.
Which said mortgage, together with said
debt secured thereby, was duly assigned by
said Mary I. Skahen. the assignee and holder
thereof, to Josie E. Skahen by written assign
ment dated the 3rd day of December 1903. and
recorded in the office of said register of deeds
on the 15th day of December, 1905, at 3 clock
in Book of mortgages page 46 and no
action or proceedings having been instituted,
at law or otherwise to recover the debt secured
by said mortgage or any part thereof.
Now, therefore, notice is hereby given, that
by virtue of the power of sale contained in said
mortgage, and pursuant to the statute in such
case made and provided, the said mortgage
will be foreclosed by a sale of the premises de
scribed in and conveyed by said mortgage, Z:
Lots one (l), two (2), three (3 and four (41 and
the northwest quarter (NWh) and the east
half ot the southwest quarter (E'j of SWJ4) of
section thirty-five (35). township thirty-sis
(36). range twenty-seven (271. in Mille Lacs
county and State of Minnesota, with the
hereditaments and appurtenances: which sale
will be made by the sheriff of said Mille Lacs
county at the front door of the court house, in
the village of Princeton, in said county and
state, on the 10th day of February, 1906, at 10
o'clock a m., of that day, at public vendue, to
the highest bidder for cash, to pay said debt of
ten hundred ninety-six and 50-100 dollars, and
interest, and the taxes, if any. on said prem
ises, and fifty and 00-100 dollars, attorney's
fees, as stipulated in and by said mortgage"in
case of foreclosure, and the disbursements al
lowed by law subject to redemption at any
time within one year from the day of sale as
provided by law
Dated December 23rd, A. D. 1905.
JOS IB E. SKAHEN.
_, Assignee of Mortgagee.
E. L. MCMILLAN,
Attorney for Assignee of Mortgagee
Princeton, Minn.
(First Publication Jan 11,1906.)
Notice of Expiration of Redemption.
Office of County Auditor, i
County of Mille Lacs, Minnesota
To Mary E. Chadbourne
You are hereby notified, that the following
described piece or paroel of land, situated in
the county of Mille Lacs and State of Minne
sota, and known and described as follows to
wit. NE'iof SWiof section 19. township 41
north of range S west of 4th P. is now
assessed in your name*
That on the 6th day of May, A 190!, at the
sale of lands pursuant to the real estate tax
judgment, duly given and made in and by the
district court, in and for the county of Mille
Lacs, on the 21st day of March. A 1901 in
proceedings to enforce the payment of taxes
delinquent upon real estate for the year 1899.
for the said county of Mille Lacs, the above
described piece or parcel of land was bid in
for the State of Minnesota, for the sum of two
and 37-100 dollars.
That the said piece or parcel of land has be
come and noAv is the absolute property of the
State of Minnesota.
That on the 10th day of November, A. D. 1905,
at a public sale of lands, which have become
the absolute property of the state, held at the
office of the county auditor in the village of
Princeton, in said county, the above descriDed
real estate was sold by the county auditor of
said Mille Lacs county, pursuant to the order
and direction of the state auditor in accord
ance with the provisions of section 1616, stat
utes of Minnesota 1894. and acts amendatorv
thereto, for the sum of twelve and 12-103 dol
lars:
That the amount required to redeem said
piece or parcel of land from said sale, (exclu
sive of the costs to accrue upon this notice) is
the said sum of twelve and 12-100 dollars and
interest thereon from said last mentioned date
at the rate of twelve per cent per annum from
said date until such redemption is made: that
the time for the redemption of said piece or
parcel of land from said sale Avill expire sixty
days after the service of this notice, and proof
thereof has been filed in my office.
Witness my hand and official seal, this 26th
day of December. A. D. 1905.
E. E. WHITNEY.
County Auditor,
Mille Lacs County, Minnesota.
(Official Seal.)
Notice of Sale of Town Bonds.
The board of supervisors of the
town of East Side in Mille Lacs
county and State of Minnesota will
receive bids at the office of the town
clerk of said town of East Side on the
5th day of February, 1906, at one
o'clock in the afternoon for the sale
of bonds of the said town in the sum
of $1,500, said bonds to be in the
denomination of $150 each to be
dated upon the day same are issued,
to bear interest at a rate not to exceed
six per cent per annum and mature as
follows:
One bond for $150, payable July 1st, 1911.
One bond for $150, payable July 1st, 1912.
One bond for 8150, payable July 1st, 1913
One bond for S150, payable July 1st, 1914.
One bond for $150, payable July 1st, 1915
One bond for $150, payable July 1st, 1916
One bond for $150, payable July 1st, 1917.*
One bond for S150, payable July 1st, 1918.
One bond for $150, payable July 1st, 1919
One bond for 150, payable July 1st, 1920.
The proceeds from sale of said
bonds to be used exclusively in pay
ing for the construction of roads and
bridges in said town of East Side.
Said bonds are issued under and by
virtue of the provisions of Chapter 64
of the General Laws of Minnesota for
the year 1905. The board of super
visors reserve the right to reject any
and all bids. The post office address
of the town clerk of the town of East
Side is Opstead, Minn.
By order of the Board of Supervis
ors of the Town of East Side in Mille
Lacs county, and State of Minnesota.
Dated January 2nd, 1906.
F. W. SUCKOW,
lTow Clerk of East Side,
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