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In', tek dat heavy musket offn' de
racks an' load an' clean her, an' he do
it wid a mighty bad look 'bout de
mouf. Den he gone up to de cupoly
an' lef it dab. an' den come down
ag'in. Whiles dey all is eatin' he
'nounce th'ee time' dat he goin' be
'way endu'in' de evenin'. Den he gone
out de front do' an' out de gates an*
down de street. Den, suh, den, sub,
'tain't no mo'n a half 'n 'our ago, Nelse
come to me an' say dat he see de boss
some roun' de stable, keepin' close in
by de shrubbery, an' crope in de ball
room winder, w'ich is close to de
groun', suh. Nelse 'uz a cleanin' he
harness in de back yo'd, an' he let on
not to see him, like. Miss Betty, she
walkin' in her gyahden an' Miz Tan
berry fan' on de po'ch. Nelse, he slip
de house whuh de lights ain' lit an'
stan' an' listen long time in de liberty
at de foot er dem sta'hs, an' he hyuh
dat man move, suh! Den Nelse know
dat he done crope up to de cupoly room
an'an' dat he settin' dah, waitin'!
Soze he come an' toW me, an' I beg
Miz Tanberry come in de kitchen, an'
I shet de do' an' I tole her. An' she
sended me hyuh to you, suh. An' if
you 'uz a-goin', de good God 'lmighty
mus' er kep' you ontel I got hyuh!"
"No, I wasn't going." Tom smiled
upon her sadly. "I dare say .there's a
simpler explanation. Don't you sup
pose that if Nelson was right and Mr.
Garewe really did come back it was
because he did not wish his daughter
and Mrs. Tanberry to know thatthat
he expected a party of friends, possi
bly, to join him there later?"
"What he doin' wid dat gun, suh?
Nobody goin' play cyahds ner frow
dice wid a gun, is dey?" asked Mamie
as she rose and walked toward the
door.
"Oh, that was probably by chance."
"No, suh!" she cried vehemently.
"An' dem gelmun wouldn' play t'night
no way mos' on 'em goin' wid you
tomorrer, an' dey sayin' goodby to de'r
folks dis evenin', not gamblin'! Miz
Tanberry '11 be in a state ermine ontel
she hyuh f'um me, an' I goin' hurry
back. You won' come dar, suh? I kin
tell her dat you say you sutney ain'
comin' nigh our neighborhood dis
night?"
"I had not dreamed of coming, tell
her, please. Probably I shall not go out
at all this evening. But it was kind
of you to come. Good night."
He stood with a candle to light her
down the stairs, but after she had gone
he did not return to the office. Instead,
he "went slowly up to his own room,
glancing first into Crailey'sthe doors
of neither were often lockedto behold
a chaos of disorder and unfinished
packing. In his own chamber it only
remained for him to close the lids of
a few big boxes and to pack a small
trunk which he meant to take with
him to the camp of the state troops
and he would be ready for departure.
He set about this task and, concluding
that there was no necessity to wear
his uniform on the steamboat, decided
to place it in the trunk and went to
the bed where he had folded and left
it It was not there nor did a thor
ough search reveal it anywhere in the
room. Yet no one could have stolen
it, for when he had gone down to the
office Crailey had remained on this
floor. Mamie had come within a few
minutes after Crailey went out, and
during his conversation with her the
office door had been open no one could
have passed without being seen. Also,
a thief would have taken other things
as well as the uniform, and surely
Crailey must have heard Crailey would
Crailey
Then Tom remembered the figure in
the long cloak and the military cap
and with a sick heart began to under
stand. He had read the Journal, and
he knew why Crailey might wish to
masquerade in a major's uniform that
night. If Miss Carewe read it, too,
and a strange wonder rose in her mind,
this and a word would convince her.
Tom considered it improbable that the
wonder would rise, for circumstances
had too well established her in a mis
take, trivial and ordinary enough at
first, merely the. confusing of two
names by a girl new to the town, but
so strengthened by every confirmation
Crailey's wit could compass that she
would no doubt only set Cummings'
paragraph aside as a newspaper error.
Still Crailey had wished to be on the
safe side.
Tom sighed rather bitterly. He was
convinced that the harlequin would
come home soon, replace the uniform
(which was probably extremely becom
ing to him, as they were of a height
and figure much the same) and after
ward in his ordinary dress would sally
forth to spend his last evening with
Fanchon. Tom wondered how Crailey
would feel and what he would think
about himself while he was changing
his clothes, but he remembered his
partner's extraordinary powers of men
tal adjustment, and for the first time in
bis life Vanrevel made no allowance
for the other's temperament, and there
came to him a moment when he felt
that he could almost dislike Crailey
Gray.
At all events, he would go out until
Crailey had come and gone again, for
he had no desire to behold the mas
querader's return. So he exchanged
bis dressing gown for a coat, fastened
his collar and had begun to arrange
bis cravat at the mirror when sudden
ly the voice of the old negress seemed
to sound close beside him in the room:
"He's settin' dahwaitin'!"
The cravat was never tied. Tom's
hands dropped to bis sides as he start
ed back from the staring face In the
mirror. Robert Carewe was waiting,!
and Crailey All at once there was'
but one vital necessity in the world for'
Tom Vanrevel that was to find
Crailey. He must go to Crailey even!
in Carewe's own house. He must go/
to Crailey!
He dashed down the stairs and Into,
the street. The people were making a'
great uproar la front of the hotel, ex-
ploding bombs, firing muskets In the
air, sending up rockets, and, rapidly
crossing the outskirts of the crowd, he
passed into Carewe street unnoticed.
Here the detonations were not so deaf
ening, though the little steamboat at
the wharf was contributing to the con
fusion with all in her power, screeching
simultaneously approval of the celebra
tion and her last signals of departure.
At the first corner Tom had no more
than left the sidewalk when he* came
within a foot of being ridden down by
two horsemen who rode at so desperate
a gallop that, the sound of their hoof
beats being lost in the uproar from
Main street, they were upon him before
he was aware of them.
He leaped back with an angry shout
to know who they were that they rode
so wildly. At the same time a sharp
explosion at the foot of the street sent
a red flare over the scene, a flash, gone
with such incredible swiftness into re
newed darkness that he saw the flying
horsemen almost as equestrian statues
illumined by a flicker of lightning, but
he saw them with the same distinct
ness that lightning gives and recogniz
ed the former as Robert Carewe, and in
the instant of that recognition Tom
knew what had happened to Crailey
Gray, for he saw the truth in the ghast
ly face of his enemy.
Carewe rode stiffly, like a man frozen
upon his horse, and his face was like
that of a frozen man, his eyes glassy
and not fixed upon his course, so that
it was a deathly thing to see. Once,
long ago, Tom had seen a man riding
for his life, and he wore this same
look. The animal bounded and swerv
ed under Vanrevel's enemy In the mad
rush down the street, but he sat rigid,
bolt upright in the saddle, his face set
to that look of coldness.
The second rider was old Nelson, who
rode with body crouched forward, his
eyeballs like shining porcelain set in
ebony and his arm like a flail, cruelly
lashing his own horse and his master's
with a heavy whip.
"De steamboat!" he shouted hoarse
ly, bringing down the lash on one and
then on the other. "De steamboat, de
steamboat! Fo' God's sake, honey, de
steamboat!"
They swept into Main street, Nelson
leaning far across to the other's bridle
and turning both horses toward the
river, but before they had made the
corner Tom Vanrevel was running with
all the speed that was in him toward
his enemy's house. The one block be
tween him and that forbidden ground
seemed to him miles long, and he felt
that he was running as a man in a
dream and at the highest pitch of ago
nized exertion, covering no space, but
only working the air in one place, like
a treadmill. All that was in his mind,
heart and soul was to reach Crailey.
He had known by the revelation of
Carewe's face in what case he would
find his friend, but as he ran he put
the knowledge from him with a great
shudder and resolved upon incredulity
in spite of his certainty. All he let
himself feel was the heed to run, to
run until he found Crailey, who was
somewhere in the darkness of the trees
about the long, low house on the cor
ner. When he reached the bordering
hedge he did not stay for gate or path,
but with a loud shout hurled himself
half over, half through, the hedge, like
a bolt from a catapult.
Lights shone from only one room in
the house, the library, but as he ran
toward the porch a candle flickered in
the hall, and there came the sound of
a voice weeping with terror.
At that he called more desperately
upon his incredulity to aid him, for
the voice was Mrs. Tanberry's. If it
had been any other than she who sob
bed so hopelessly, she who was al
ways steady and strong! If he could
Beside him Ttnelt Miss Betty.
be would have stopped to pray now
before he faced her and the truth, but
bis flying feet carried him on.
"Who is it?" she gasped brokenly
from the hall. "Mamie, have you
brought him?"
"Ifs 1!" he cried as he plunged
through the doorway. "It's Vanrevel!"
Mrs. Tanberry set the iron candle
stick dawn upon the table with a crash.
"You've come too late!" she sobbed.
"Another man has taken your death on
himself."
He reeled back against the wall.
"O God!" he said. "Crailey!"
"Yes," she answered. "It's the poor
vagabond that you loved so well."
Together they ran through the hall
to the library. Crailey was Jying on
the long sofa, his eyes closed, bis head
like a piece of carven marble, the gay
uniform in which he had tricked him
self out so gallantly open at the throat
and his white linen stained with a few,
little splotches of red.
Beside him knelt Miss Betty* holding,
her lace handkerchief upon his breastt
She was as white as he and as mo
tionless, sa that as she knelt there,
Immovable, beside him, her arm, like'
THE PRINCETON TTNTON: THURSDAY, MARCH 29, 1906.
alabaster, across his breast, they might
have been a sculptor's group. The
handkerchief was stained a little, like
'the linen, and, like it, too, stained but
a little. Near Ly on the floor stood a
flask of brandy and a pitcher of wa
ter.
"You!" Miss Betty's face showed no
change nor even a faint surprise as her
eyes fell upon Tom Vanrevel, but her
lips soundlessly framed the word.
"You!"
Tom flung himself on his knees be
side her.
"Crailey!" he cried in a sharp voice
that had a terrible shake in it. "Crai
ley! Crailey, I want you to hear me!"
He took one of the limp hands in his
and began to chafe it, while Mrs. Tan
berry grasped the other.
"There's still a movement in the
pulse," she faltered.
"Still!" echoed Tom roughly. "You're
mad! You made me think Crailey was
dead! Do you think Crailey Gray is
going to die? He couldn't, I tell you
he couldn't. You don't know him!
Who's gone for the doctor?" He dash
ed some brandy upon his handkerchief
and set it to the white lips.
"Mamie. She was here in the room
with me when it happened."
'Happened! Happened!' he mock
ed her furitfusly. 'Happened' is a
beautiful word!"
"God forgive me!" sobbed Mrs. Tan
berry. "I was,sitting in the library,
and Mamie had just come from you,
when we heard Mr. Carewe shout from
the cupola room, 'Stand away from
my daughter, Vanrevel, and take this
like a dog!' Only that, and Mamie and
ran to the window, and we saw
kJrough the dusk a man in uniform
leap back from Miss Bettythey were
in the little open space near the hedge.
He called out something and waved his
hand, but the shot came at the same
time, and he fell. Even then I was
sure, in spite of what Mamie had said,
I was as sure as Robert Carewe was,
that it was you. He came and took
one lookand sawand then Nelson
brought the horses and made him
mount and go. Mamie ran for the doc
tor, and Betty and I carried-Crailey in.
It was hard work."
Miss Betty's hand had fallen from
Crailey's breast where Tom's took its
place. She rose unsteadily to her feet
and pushed back the hair from her
forehead, shivering convulsively as she
looked down at the motionless figure
on the sofa.
"Crailey!" said Tom, in the same
angry, shaking voice. "Crailey, you've
got to rouse yourself! This won't do
you've got to be a man! Crailey!" He
was trying to force the brandy through
the tightly clinched teeth. "Crailey!"
"Crailey?" whispered Miss Betty,
leaning heavily on the back of a chair.
"Crailey?" She looked at Mrs. Tanber
ry with vague interrogation, but Mrs.
Tanberry did not understand.
"Crailey!"
It was then that Crailey's eyelids
fluttered and slowly opened and his
wandering glance, dull at first, slowly
grew clear and twinkling as it rested
on the ashy, stricken face of his best
friend.
"Tom," he said feebly, "it was worth
the price to wear your clothes just
once!"
And then at last Miss Betty saw and
understood, for not the honest gentle
man whom every one except Robert
Carewe held in esteem and affection,
not her father's enemy, Vanrevel, lay
before her with tlie death wound in his
breast for her sake, but that other,
Crailey Gray, the ne'er-do-weel and
light o' loveCrailey Gray, wit, poet
and scapegrace, the well beloved town
scamp.
He saw that she knew, and as his
brightening eyes wandered up to her
he smiled faintly. "Even a bad dog
likes to have his day," he whispered.
CHAPTER XIX.
W
ILL CUMMINGS had abandon
ed the pen for the sword until
such time as Santa Anna
should cry for quarter, and
had left the office in charge of an im
ported substitute, but late that night
he came to his desk once more to write
the story of the accident to Corporal
Gray, and the tale that he wrote had
been already put into writing by Tom
Vanrevel as it fell from Crailey's lips
after the doctor had come, so that none
might doubt it. No oae did doubt it.
What reason had Mr. Carewe to injure
Crailey Gray? Only five in Rouen
knew the truth, for Nelson had gone
with his master, and, except Mamie,
the other servants of the Carewe house
hold had been among the crowd in
front of the Rouen House when the
shot was fired.
So the story went over the town how
Crailey had called to say goodby to
Mrs. Tanberry how Mr. Carewe hap
pened to be examining the musket his
father had carried in 1812 when the
weapon was accidentally discharged,
the ball entering Crailey's breast how
Mr. Carewe, stricken with remorse and
horror over this frightful misfortune
and suffering too severe anguish of
mind to remain upon the scene of the
tragedy which his carelessness had
made, had fled, attended by his serv
ant, and how they had leaped aboard
the evening boat as it was pulling out
and were now on their way down the
river.
And this was the story, too, that Tom
told Fanchon, for it was he who brought
her to Crailey. Through the long night
she knelt at Crailey's side, his hand al
ways pressed to her breast or cheek,
her eyes always upward and her lips
moving with her prayers, not for Crai
ley to be spared, but that the Father
would take good care of him in heaven
till she came. "I had already given
bim up," she said to Tom meekly In a
small voice. "I knew it was to come,
and perhaps this way is better than
thatI thought it would be far away
from me. Now I can be with him, and
perhaps I shall have him a Httle, longer,
far he was to have gone away before
aoon."
The morning sun rose upon a fair
world, gay with bird chatterings from
the big trees of the Carewe place and
pleasant with the odors of Miss Betty's
garden, and Crailey, lying upon the
bed of the man who had shot him,
hearkened and smiled goodby to the
summer he loved and, when the day
broke, asked that the bed be moved so
that he might lie close by the window.
It was Tom who had borne him to that
room. "I have carried him before
this," he said, waving the others aside.
Not long after sunrise, when the bed
bad been moved near the window, Crai
ley begged Fanchon to bring him a
miniature of his mother which he had
given her and urged her to go for it
herself. He wanted no hands but hers
to touch it, he said. And when she
bad gone he asked to be left alone with
Tom.
"Give me your hand, Tom," he said
faintly. "I'd like to keep hold of it a
minute or so. I couldn't have said that
yesterday, could I, without causing us
both horrible embarrassment? But I
fancy I can now because I'm done for.
That's too bad, isn't it? I'm very
young, after all. Do you remember
what poor Andre Chenier said as he
welit up to be guillotined?'There were
things in this head of mine!' But I
want to tell you what's been the mat
ter with me. It was just my being a
bad sort of poet. I suppose that I've
never loved any one, yet I've cared
more deeply than other men for every
lovely thing I ever saw, and there's so
little that hasn't loveliness hi it. I'd
be ashamed not to have cared for the
beauty in all the women I've made
love tobut about this onethe most
beautiful of allI"
"She will understand," said Tom
quickly.
"She willyesshe's wise and good.
If Fanchon knew, there wouldn't be
even a memory left to her, and I don't
think she'd live. And, do you know, I
believe I've done a favor for Miss Bet
ty in getting myself shot. Carewe will
never come back. Tom, was ever a
man's knavery so exactly the architect
of his own destruction as mine? And
for what gain? Just the excitement of
the comedy from day to day, for she
was sure to despise me as soon as she
knew, and the desire to hear her voice
say another kindly thing to me, and
the everlasting perhaps in every wom
an, and this Que the heart's desire of
all the world! Ah, well! Tell meI
want to hear it from youhow many
hours does the doctor say?"
"Hours, Crailey?" Tom's hand twitch
ed pitifully in the other'* feeble grasp.
"I know it's only a few."
"They're all fools, doctors!" exclaim
ed Vanrevel fiercely.
"No, no. And I know that nothing
can be done. You all see it, and you
want me to go easily, or you wouldn't
let me have my own way so much. It
frightens me, I own up, to think that
so soon I'll be wiser than the wisest in
the world. Yet I always wanted to
know. I've sought and I've sought
but now to go out alone on the search
it must be the search, for the Holy
GrailI"
"Please don't talk," begged Tom in a
broken whisper, "for mercy's sake, lad.
It wears on you so."
Crailey laughed weakly. "Do
youAKTHTXR
think I could die peacefully without
talking a great deal? There's one thing
I want, TomI want to see all of them
once more, all the old friends that are
going down the river at noon. What
harm could it do? I want them to
come by here on their way to the boat,
with the band and the new flag. But
I want the band to play cheerfully!
Ask 'em to play 'Rosin the Bow,' will
you? I've never believed in mournful
ness, and I don't want to see any of it
now. It's the rankest impiety of all!
And, besides, I want to see them as
they'll be when they come marching
homethey must look gay!"
"Ah, don't, lad, don't!" Tom flung
one arm about the other's shoulder, and
Crailey was silent, but rested his hand
gently on his friend's head. In that at
titude Fanchon found them when she
came.
The volunteers gathered at the court
house two hours before noon. They
met each other dismally, speaking in
undertones as they formed in lines of
four, while their dispirited faces show
ed that the heart was out of them. Not
so with the crowds of country folk and
townspeople who lined the streets to
see the last of them, for these, when
the band came marching down the
street and took its place, set up a royal
cheering that grew louder as Jefferson
Bareaud, the color bearer, carried the
flag to the head of the procession. With
the recruits marched the veterans of
1812 and the Indian wars, the one
legged cobbler stumping along beside
General Trumble, who looked very de
jected and old. The lines stood in
silence and responded to the cheering
by quietly removing their hats, so that
the people whispered that it was more
like an Odd Fellows' Sunday funeral
than the departure of enthusiastic pa
triots for the seat of war. General
Trumble's was not the only sad face In
the ranks. All were downcast and nerv
ous, even those of the lads from the
country, who had not known the com
rade they were to leave behind.
Jefferson unfurled the flag. Marsh
gave the word of command, the band
began to play a quickstep, and the pro
cession moved forward down the cheer
ing lane of people, who waved little
flags and handkerchiefs and threw
their hats in the air as they shouted
but, contrary to expectation, the parade
was not directly along Main street to
the river., "Right. wheel! March!"
commanded Tappingham hoarsely,
waving his sword, and Jefferson led
the way Into Carewe street.
'Tor God's sake, don't cry now!" and
Tappingham with* a large drop streak
hag down his own cheek turned savage
ly upon Lieutenant Cummings. "That
Isn't what he wants. He, wants to see
OS looking cheering and smiling. We
can do it for him this once. I guess! I
never saw him any other way."
"You look very smiling yourself!"
snuffled Will.
"I will when we turn in at the
gates," retorted the captain. "On my
soul I swear I'll kill every sniffling
Idiot that doesn't! In line, there!" he
stormed ferociously at a big recruit.
The lively strains of the band and
the shouting of the people grew louder
and louder in the room where Crailey
lay. His eyes glistened as he heard,
and he smiled, not the old smile of the
worldly prelate, but merrily, like a
child when music is heard. The room
was darkened, save for the light of the
one window which fell softly upon his
head and breast and upon another fan
head close to his, where Fanchon knelt.
In the shadows at one end of the room
were Miss Betty and Mrs. Tanberry
and Mrs. Bareaud and the white hair
ed doctor who had said, "Let him have
his own way in all he asks." Tom
stood alone, close by the head of the
couch.
"Hail to the band!" Crailey chuckled
softly. "How the rogues keep the
time! It's 'Rosin the Bow,' all right!
Ah, that is as it should be. Mrs. Tan
berry, you and I have one thing in
common, if you'll let me flatter my
self so far. We've always believed in
good cheer, you and I, eh? The best
of things, even if things are bad, dear
lady, eh?"
[TO BE CONTINUED.]
Chicago's superintendent of free em
ployment says: "The forty-five year
limit has gone by the board. We get
lots of calls for men over fifty years of
age." Now we know that Dr. Osier
hurried home from England just to
look after the fences of his forty year
age limit theory.
John Bull has always been a consist
ent foe to human bondage and should
waste no time in getting after that
slave trade now said to exist among
the Indians of British Columbia.
Holland, the inventor, predicts that
men will fly within this current year.
But in 1900 Mr. Tesla, also an inventor,
was going to be talking with Mara
within twelve months.
First publication Mar. 22.1906.
Notice of Mortgage Foreclosure Sale.
Whereas, default has been made in that cer
tain mortgage made by Frank C. GeigeT to
Home Land Company, bearing date October
25th, 1904, and recorded in the office of the reg
ister of deeds of Mille Lacs county, Minnesota
November 9th, 1904, at one o'clock p. m.. in
book "S" of mortgages on page 440, and there
is now due thereon the sum of four hundred
and ninety-seven and 60-100 dollars ($497 60),
with interest at seveD per cent (7%) from date.
Now, therefore, notice is hereby given, that
said mortgage will be foreclosed by a sale of
the premises therein described, namely: The
southeast quarter (SE4 and the east half
(E}4) of the southwest quarter (SW3) of sec
tion twenty-two (22). in township forty (40)
range twenty-six (26), in said Mille Lacs
county, by the sheriff of said county, on Wed
nesday, the 9th day of May, A. D. 1906, at three
o'clock in the afternoon, at the front door of
the court house in Princeton, in said county to
pay said debt and the costs and disbursements
of this foreclosure, together with twenty-five
dollars (525 00) attorney's fees, all according to
the statute in such case made and provided
Dated March 14th. 1906.
HOME LAND COMPANY
B. WHITNBV, Mortgagee
Attorney for Mortgagee.
No. 4 South 4th St.,
Minneapolis, Minn
First publication Mar. 8.19C0.
Summons.
STATE OF MINNESOTA, 1
County of Mille Lacs.
ss
District Court. Seventh Judicial District.
Charles H. Rines. Plaintiff.
vs.
Hollis Smith, also all other persons or
parties unknown claiming any right, ti
tie, estate, lien or interest in the real
estate described in the complaint here- I
in. Defendants.
The State of Minnesota, to the above named
defendants:
You are hereby summoned and required to
answer the complaint of the plaintiff in the
above entitled action, which complaint has been
filed in the office of the clerk of said district
court, at the village of Princeton, county of Mille
Lacs and state of Minnesota, and to serve a
copy of your answer to said complaint on the
subscriber at his office in the village of Prince
ton, in the county of Mille Lacs, within twenty
(20) days after service of this summons upon
you exclusive of the day of such service: and if
you fail to answer the said complaint within
the time aforesaid, the plaintiff in this action
will apply to the court for the relief demanded
in said complaint, together with plaintiff's
costs and disbursements herein.
CHARLES KEITH,
Plaintiff's Attorney, Princeton, Minn.
Notice of Lis Pendens.
STATE OF MINNESOTA. I
County of Mille Lacs.
District Court, Seventh Judicial District.
Charles H. Rines, Plaintiff,
vs.
Hollis Smith, also all other persons or
parties unknown claiming any right,
title, estate. Hen or interest in the real I
estate described in the complaint here
in. Defendants.
Notice is hereby given, that an action has
been commenced in this court by the above
named plaintiff against the above named de
fendants: that the object of said action is to
determine the adverse claim of the defendants,
and each and all of them, and the rights of the
parties respectively herein in and to the real
estate hereinafter described and asking that
said adverse claim of the defendants, and each
of them, may be adjudged by the court null
and void, and that the title of said real estate
may be adjudged and decreed to be in the
plaintiff, and that the premises affected by said
action, situated in the county of Mille Lacs and
state of Minnesota, are described as follows
The south half of the southwest quarter of sec
tion twenty (20) in township thirty-seven (37)
range twenty-six (28).
CHABI.ES KEITH,
Plaintiff's Attorney, Princeton, Minn.
SS.
(First publication Mar. 1,1906.)
Summons.
STATE OF MINNESOTA. I
County of Mine Lacs.
District Court, Seventh Judicial District.
First National Bank of Princeton. Plaintiff
vs. Peter S. Robideau, Defendant.
The State of Minnesota, to the above named
defendant:
You are hereby summoned and required to
answer the complaint of the plaintiff in the
above entitled action,which is filed in the office
of the clerk of the district court of the Seventh
judicial district in ana for the county of Mine
Lacs and state of Minnesota, and to serve a
copy of your answer to the said complaint on "i
the subscriber, at his office in the village of 5
Princeton in. said county, within twenty days 7.
after the service of this summons upon you 4
exclusive of the day of such, service and if you *-r
fail to answer the said complaint within the *3
time aforesaid, the plaintiff in this action win S
take judgment against you for the sum of
eighty dollars, with interest at the rate of 10-
per cent per annum from the second day of-V*
July, 1904, together with the costs and dis
bursements of this action. *-y%
CHABLES KEITH, Sj
Plaintiff Attorney, Princeton, Minn,
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