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That there should be repeated alarms from the northeast, east and south, where were the pine covered crests of the Black Mesa and the Sierra Ancha—where were the haunts of the Tontoand the White Mountain Apaches —every one expected. There were still among- the foothills some parties of miners and prospectors over whose fate there was good reason for alarm. The Santa Anita placers had been promptly abandoned, as we have seen. There was eager watch for danger sig nals from the site of the old Retribu tion, down in the Sandy valley to the west, but from the site of the new post to the crossing of the Sandy above Apache canyon the road turned and twisted among the foothills of the mountains for twenty-three miles and there wasn't a human habitation for nearly forty. Then, deep in a cleft of the range, a stage station with corrals and well and lunchroom and bar had been built by some daring spirits, eager to accumulate money at what ever risk. Beyond them for another thirty, miles the road lay through deso lation itself and reached the outskirts ©f even frontier civilization again among the newly finished ranches in the broad and sunny valley of Willow creek. In view of the sudden and simulta neous swoop of the Apaches upon the roads cast of l'rescott everybody had been warned. Even the mail riders held back for mounted escorts. No stage for Wickenberg and the south, no buckboard for the Santa Anita had left the territorial capital for three days. No mail had been received at Retribution for forty-eight, hours. The daring troopers who rode in with the dispatches early that June morning had come through the Sandy valley, as they frankly admitted, with revolvers in hand, their hearts in their mouths and the reins in their teeth. They had passed no party eastward bound. Who, then, could it be, who, striving now to reach the post by way of the new road, should have fallen foul of the Apaches only a mile or so oufc? Thornton's first impulse was to say the -sentry must be dreaming. Raymond, who had known the old trooper nearly a decade, as promptly declared the sen try's report reliable. "I not only saw the flashes," said Hennicke, "but I •could faintly hear the shots, sir—fif teen or twenty. It was still as death •out here." Meantime, sending an eager boy lieutenant on the jump to order out "WHAT'S UP, HEXNECKE?" '"G" troop, Capt. Foster had hastened to his temporary quarters—half can vas, half adobe—to make his hurried preparations. Already the rumor was running from mouth to mouth. Only three of the officers had their families with them at the time. Mrs. Foster -was one of those women who insisted •on accompanying her husband on the move to Arizona, even though the rudest of camp lifa was to be her por tion. and she and Nellie with anxiously beating hearts were standing on the unfinished porch of the new quarters listening for further sound, as the cap tain hastened up the slope. "It can't he anything very serious, dear," he said reassuringly. "Probably some belated miners, whose mules the Indians are trying to run off. We'll know in half an hour and I'll send word in at once." Silent and anxious she followed within the doorway, where hung a Navajo blanket as the only bar rier between their army nest and the warm outer air, Nellie clinging to her mother's side. "We've been watching all the even ing for signals from the Butte," mur mured Mrs. Foster, as the captain rap idly exchanged his regulation coat for a scouting jacket. "We were so anxious about Leon and everybody who had to remain there seems so exposed now. We never thought of hearing of trouble thereaway," and Mrs. Foster glanced out through the open casement to where the Prescott road, winding away down the slope, disappeared among the dark mountain shapes lying black and silent under the twinkling pointers of the Great Bear. "Leon-Is safe'enough if hell only stay where he is with Kelly," answered the captain, buckling on his pistol belt. "Apaches won't attack the post—even the remains of one—at night. But I wish old Kelly and his girls were near er the ffuard. I don't like their being act far from help and so close to those (Copyright, 1894, by the Author.) overhanging cliffs. Now, don't borrow trouble to-night, dear," he concluded, taking his devoted wife in his arms and kissing away the brimming tears. "You and Nell must bo brave. These beg garly Apaches probably think we won't know how to fight them and are simply starting in for a little fun. I'm only too glad of a chance to deal them a les son—so is troop." Ten minutes later, in perfect silence, a double file of horsemen rode briskly away into the darkness to the north, Foster leading, every trooper armed with carbine and revolver. The night was breathless. Not a puff of breeze stirred the pines along the mountain side or ruffled the foliage of the willows at the springs. For two miles the road lay through open country, dipping.from "YOU OUGHT TO HAVE BEEN A GENERAL, MUNCEY." the plateau on which stood the new post into a mile wide depression, then winding up the gradual ascent among the foothills of the range. Somewhere along that ascent the firing had been seen and heard. Ilennicke's story had already been corroborated. Two quar termaster's men, enjoying a quiet smoke outside the adobe walls of the new corral, had seen and heard just what he did, and Maj. Thornton was already in possession of their story. So, too, had the sentry on No. 4 heard what sounded like distant shots, but had seen nothing. Now, as Foster and his fifty horsemen disappeared in the night, the major stood at the edge of the bluff looking out to the north, with an eager group around him. Capts. Raymond and Turner, whose companies had silently assembled under arms, were waiting for orders within the quadrangle of the garrison, as well as the adjutant and quartermaster and a lieutenant or two. There was little talking going on among them—all were listening intently for sounds from the north or of further firing. One or two of the Santa Anita prospectors had mounted and gone out after Foster, but the mass of the refugees still clustered along the bluff, chatting in low, eager tones. If any one voice was especially prominent it was Muncey's, and, like most men given to chatter, he found only an impatient audience. "I tell you," said he for the third time, "thare can't be less than a hundred of them Tontos out there now. They just want a single troop, or even two, to come and tackle 'em in the dark." And now he had raised his voice still higher and was talking for the benefit of the major, who had been persistent in avoiding him and had twice pointedly begged him not to intrude upon the council of the officers. "They've just lined the rocks and the roadside out there, and are simply laying for a chance to ambush the whole crowd. What I'd a done would be to send two hundred men out, deployed as skir mishers and swept the hull bottom, north and west, too." These remarks were rewarded by his companions with a contemptuous sniff or a nervous, half jeering titter. "You ought to have been a general, Muncey —that's %vhat's the matter with you. There ain't Apaches enough in all Ari zona to dare a fight in the open, day or night, with fifty white men, soldiers or 'cits.' No Apache plans a fight that's going to get him liable to be shot. The kind of fighting he likes is from behind rocks and trees, and there ain't rocks and trees enough out there to cover a dozen of 'em. I'm betting the tiring was done by some party as badly scared as you were yis'day morning. I'm bet ting they just thought some skulking lynx was an Apache and let drive a volley into the dark. The sentry says the shots were all bunched. You know and I know the Apaches don't own a breech loader (this was early in the seventies), so most of it must have been done by white men or greasers, like that gang you trained with last year, instead of herding with your own kind." Evidently this allusion was a stinger. There was a burst of laughter, more or less jeering and unsympathetic, under shower of which Muncey turned angrily away. He went over toward the group of officers, but at sight of him the ma jor lifted a warning hand and lowered his voice. "Here's that fellow Muncey again," said he, "and I distrust him somehow." Everybody seemed to turn an unsociable back on the newcomer, and presently, after a moment's hesita tion, he pulled his old felt hat lower over his eyes, thrust his hands in his "sockets and slouched away down the slope in the diroction 01' liio corral, within whose adobe walls the horses and mules of the refugees were shel tered. And now came on a night of no little excitement, even for Arizona, in the heart of the Apache country. For three quarters of an hour after Foster and his men rode away there was a strange silence and eager waiting at the post. Taps had sounded just before they left. Half-past ten o'clock, called by the sen tries, had gone echoing away across the still an 1 starlit mesa and not a sound or sign came from the front. Then suddenly, far out through the darkness, there was faintly audible the thud of hoofs, and a minute or ao brought the rider, full canter, Into their midst. He could barely rein In his horse at the hail of the major's party. Everybody—officers, civilians and even soldiers—seem to swarm about the courier in an instant. It was Corporal Foley, of Foster's troop. Rec ognizing the major, he threw himself from the saddle and stood respectfully before the commander, handing him a penciled note, which the major eagerly opened and read, all eyes upon him. "We found two Mexicans," it said, "with a camp outfit. They were badly frightened, but unhurt. They declare they were attacked by Apaches, who succeeded in running off two mules. Thej' say the Indians drew away north west toward the Sandy, and that there was a party of prospectors and packers camped at Raton Springs eight miles out, who were warned of the outbreak, but who wouldn't believe it. The Mexican said they were trying to reach the post when headed off, and that there were enough Apaches to wipe out that party. They themselves only escaped by hiding among .the rocks down in the deep ravine, fcieir story is told with such earnestnew that I have deemed it best to push on in search of the prospectors referred to. We should reach the springs soon after midnight. The Mexicans go with us in hopes of recovering their mules. (Signed) "FOSTEB, "Commanding Troop." "Come with me, gentlemen," said the major, after a moment's thought. "This is something I'll have to talk over with you. No," he continued,as many of the frontiersmen, too, showed evident inclination to consider them selves included in the invitation. "Excuse me, now, if I have to talk with my officers a moment. There is no news except that Capt. Foster has found a couple of Mexicans who claimed to have been jumped by Apaches, and who say the Indians have gone to attack a small camp of prospectors at Raton Springs. Do you know any miners or prospectors who could be there?" A general shaking of heads followed. No one knew. One or two went so far as to say they didn't believe it. "What sort of looking fellows were the Mexicans, corporal?" asked Ferguson, the brainiest, apparently, of the civil ians. "Oh, insignificant little runts, both of them," replied Foley. "One of them spoke English enough to make himself understood the other could only jab ber some lingo I didn't know no more of than I do of Apache. So far as I could make out, they had all been trav eling together, but when the bigger part of the crowd stopped to camp at the springs, these two fellows came ahead—said they were afraid to stay there after what they had heard of the outbreak." "Well, what did they hear, and how?" asked Ferguson. "They said that they met some of the couriers from l'rescott, and some prospectors who were driven back from the Clear creek country—who were skipping for the settlements. They told the couriers that they were going in, but despite that they came down to the Springs." "Queer," said Ferguson, reflectively. "The only Mexicans in the Santa An ita country were those half dozen that Muncey was mixed up with—Manuel's lot—and a scrubby lot they were but they went off to Tucson over two months ago, seems to me." "What! The same Manuel that says he was a brother-in-law to MacNutt, Muncey's partner?" "The same. I heard he took Mac's boy back to Sonora with him, and that the kid didn't want to go at all." "Indeed, he didn't," answered Foley, stoutly, "for he's worked his wav back to tiie old post inside of a month. He's down there now with the ordnance ser geant. "Yes, and Muncey was pretending to be surprised when he heard of it to night, and there was two letters came to him from Tucson last week that prob'ly told him all about it, though I don't suppose Manuel could write. Where'd Muncey go to, anyhow?" broke off Ferguson, suddenly. "I reckon he knows where those fellows are if anybody does." "Gone to get a bracer," laughed one of the miners. "Muncey's nerve ain't what it used to be, and he's rattled to night. He's been shaky ever since that cloudburst swept his partner into eternity two years ago. I never under stood what drew them together. Mac was a square man and a hard worker, and what's more, everything they had in the way of an outfit was bought with money—wagons, mules, burros, grub, tent and tools—it was all Mac's, and he had some coin and gold dust besides. Yet when Capt. Cullen tried to get hold of it for the boy, nothing could be found that Muncey hadn't a lien on— him and that damn little greaser brother-in-law of Mac's what's his name, Manuel Cardoza." "Cardoza?" exclaimed Corporal Foley. "Manuel Cardoza? Why, that's the name of the boss of this party up near Raton Springs, where troop's gone. I heard it given to Capt. Foster twice." Ferguson turned quickly around. He had been standing facing the north, keeping intent watch in the direction taken by the troopers. Now he whirled on the corporal. "Are you sure of that?" he said. "By the great jumping Jehosap.hat, that means something I hadn't thought of. Muncey swore to me that they had gone to Sonora, and wouldn't return until October. But the boy got away and came back? And he's over there at the old post now—to night?" "That's lust where he is, or was yes terday morning," said Foley. "We haven't heard from them since." "And Manuel Cardoza had a pack of Mexicans at Raton Springs at sunset, did he? And wouldn't run for shelter here, even when he knew the whole Tonto tribe was on the warpath?" lie turned again northward, and gazed out over the intervening silence and space to where the huge bulk of the Socorro loomed up against the polar sky. GM siopeia's Chair, traced by clear, twink ling stars, was resting along the black backbone of the range. "The old Tonto trail from the Springs to the foot of Apache canyon burrows right through those hills," said he. "The Springs lie not more'n six miles to the left around that point. The miserable greasers didn't dare go through Apache canyon, and they didn't want to be seen over here. I'll bet what you like they're bound for the old post—and an other attempt to nab Leon. Now, boys, I want just a minute's talk with two men—one of 'ein Maj. Thornton. The other's Muncey." Maj. Thornton was found in less than a minute, but not so Muncey. When midnight came it was definitely settled that Muncey was gone so was Fer guson's pet roan, the fleetest horse of the Santa Anita mines. CHAPTER III. The summer night was still young. The sentries had passed the call of "twelve o'clock and all's well" despite the fact that Trooper Casey, on post at the corral,, felt vaguely assured that aU SY/iAo9f "HE'S OVER AT THE OLD FORT NOW." wasn't well with him at least. "My orders are to take charge of this post and all government property in view," he had begun when questioned by the officer of the day, and as Ferguson's horse wasn't government property he might have wriggled out of his pre dicament under that head were not other clauses in his orders which he knew as well as did the officer of the day. One of these read: '''Allow no horse to be taken out of the corral be tween tattoo and reveille-except in pres ence of a commissioned officer, the quar termaster sergeant or the corporal of the guard," and as Ferguson's liors'e could neither have climbed nor jumped a nine-foot high adobe wall, the conclu sion was irresistible that he had been led oar ridden out through the gateway, and it was the sentry's business to see and stop him. There were still other orders bearing on the case. The man Muncey must have crossed the sentry's post both when he entered and when he left the corral, and the sentry's orders forbade his al lowing any person to pass without the countersign the password for the night, with which only certain few of the officers and guard were intrusted. The post commander had permitted the refugee prospectors to turn their horses and mules into the big new corral, a privilege of which they had eagerly availed themselves, but the quarter master sergeant and his men who slept ordinarily in a tent pitched just within the gateway had not slept at all this night, but in common with those mem bers of the garrison who were not act ually in ranks awaiting orders were out somewhere along that northward bluff watching eagerly for further sign from the front. The plain truth of the mat ter was that Casey, too, instead of watching the corral, kept as much as possible at the northward end of his post, where he could see or hear what might be goingon in that quarter. And so it happened that the corral was left practically unguarded, and Muncey had been able to enter and quit at his own sweet will. It wouldn't help Casey to say ho didn't see or didn't hear. Schoolboy excuses are not accepted in the army. A sentry must see and must hear even in nights dark as Erebus and bluster ing as a boiler shop, which this sum mer night was not. On the contrary, it was soft and still and starlit. There was no moon, but the sky v.'as cloud less, and had Casey used even ordinary vigilance, no one without his knowl edge could have trespassed on his guarded land. At twelve-thirty, when the third relief was started around, Private Meisner took Casey's post. The latter was in no sense surprised, though woefully disturbed, to find that the moment the old relief was inspected and dismissed at the guardhouse, the sergeant of the guard had ordered his belt taken off—and that is the soldier way of saying that the ex-sentry was to be relieved for good as untrustworthy —his arms and equipments turned over to his first sergeant and he himself turned over to the charge of his fellow members of the guard, a prisoner awaiting trial by court-martial for neg lect of duty as sentry. Everybody felt sorry for Casey, who had lost a good reputation, but sorrier for Ferguson, who had lost what was considered of even greater worth in the old frontier days—a fine horse. Even as Casey was ruefully slipping out of his carbine sling and waist belt Ferguson and oth ers, with lanterns, were tracing the hoof prints of the beautiful roan. Out from the corral gate, around to the south wall, they followed them in the soft, dusty soil but they were soon lost along the slope. No one believed for a moment Muncey had ridden eastward any distance, however. That was the quarter from which the Apaches had come. Westward, along the south face of the Socorro, was his probable course for if Cardoza had slipped through from the Springs toward the old post, as now seemed possible, they could meet at the fords of the Sandy, ndt a mile from where the dim lights were twinkling there at old Retribution earlier in the evening—not half a mile from the base of Signal Butte and barely short rifle shot from old Sergfc. Kelly's ranch. And now the question arose: Where were the Apaches? The miners and prospectors who had fled from the Santa Anita said they fairly swarmed in that valley, fifty miles to the east. The dispatches from department head quarters represented them as having already, at three different points, swooped down upon the Prescott road, both cast and west of the Sandy but, so far as heard from, they had not ven tured into the valley south of the Soc orro range, a cluster of rough, rocky, pine crested upheavals that bulged out eastward from the main range, jutting like some huge promontory into the Tonto basin. It was through a rift in this clump from the Raton Springs to the site of old Retribution that ran the Tonto train of past generations, and through another, still further to the west, a deep jagged fissure in the bed rock, that the Sandy foamed and chafed and tore—the ill-favored Apache can yon. Fifty miles north of the Socorro, on the banks of the same stream and in the very heart of the Apache country was a military -post somewhat larger than Retribution—old Camp Sandy— and there were stationed the head quarters and four strong troops of the new regiment that had replaced the Eleventh cavalry, all commanded by Col. Pelham. Thornton, at Retribution, felt well assured that by this time Pel ham would be pushing out his scout ing parties after the Tonto raiders, and that between Sandy and Retribution they could make it very lively for the Indians in a day or two, but meantime should they work around into the Sandy valley, south of the old post, just as Capt. Raymond said: "Heaven help the scattered settlers there!" "If they reach the lower Sandy by night or day," were the major's orders to Lieut. Crane, who commanded the guard at the old site, "don't wait an in stant. Fire the beacon on Signal Butte." And now, one o'clock of the hot June night had come. There had been skirm ishing to the north, a chase to the northwest, signal fires ablaze to the east, across the broad basin. Couriers had been pushed out northwestward after Foster with news of Muncey's bolt and information as to the Cardoza party. Ferguson and two friends—dar ing fellows, well armed and mounted had just left the post determined to ride westward in the hopes of over hauling Muncey, and—well, hanging was the horse thief's penalty in those days. The troops of the garrison— arms and equipments close p.t hand— were sprawled about the veranda of the new quarters, eager for the order to saddle, and the major had just dis patched a messenger to say to the cap tain that the men might as well turn in for the night, when once again there came the clear and ringing summons for the corporal of the guard—this time from the westward bluff. 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Notice is hereby given that the undersigned administrator with the will annexed of said estate has applied to said court for final settle ment of his account, and for discharge, and for a llnal distribution of said estate, and that by order of said court said application will be heard and said account adjusted and allowed at the term of said court to be held on the 9th day of September, 18t)r», at ten o'clock In the forenoon at the otllce of the judge of said court, at James town In said county, and upon such adjustment and allowance, the residue of said estate will be by older of said court and by the Judgment and decree thereof, assigned unit distributed to the persons by law entitled thereto. Dated August 12,18«r. EDIIAIT w. CAMP, Administrator with will annexed. First Pub. Aug. 15,1895. SUMMONS. State of North Dakota, I. __ County of Stutsman. ss In District Court, Fifth Judicial District. Adeline F. Michaels, Plaintiff, 'vs. David M. Michaels, Defendant. The state of North Dakota to the above named defendant: You are hereby summoned and re quired to answer the comoiaint of the plaintiff in the above entitled action, a copy of which said complaint is hereto annexed and herewith served upon you, and to serve a copy of your answer to the said complaint on the subscribers at the office of George C. Eager, in the city of Jamestown, in the County of Stuts man, said State of North Dakota, within thirty days after the service of this summons upon you, exclusive of the day of such service, and if you fail to answer the said complaint within thirty days after the service of this summons upon you, the plaintiff iu litis action will apply to the court for the relief demanded in the said complaint. Dated Aug. 2, 1805. GEO. C. KAOKK, Attorney for Plaintiff, Jamestown, Stutsman County, North Dakota. To the above named defendant: Please take notice that the summons and complaint, affidavit and order of publication, In said action wax. on the third day of August, A. I. 1805, tiled in the office of the clerk of the District court at Jamestown, Stutsman county, North Dakota. GEO. C. KA EIS, Attorney for Plaintiff. First Pub. Aug. 8.1S95. NOTICE-TIMBER CULTURE. United States Land Office. I Fargo, N. August 13, 1895. I Complaint having been entered at this office by Fred Bishof against Edward R. Speiice for failure to comply with law as to timber culture entry No. 18315. dated April 4th. 1888, upon the Southwest quarter, of eetion C. in Township 143, N, of Range 63, W, Stutsman county, North Dakota, with a view to the cancellation of said entry contestant alleging that the said Kdward R. Spence nor no one for him, lias done any thing thereon except in tiie vear 1889 about 13 acres was broke and in 1890 about six acres were cultivated. No trees, seeds or cuttings have been planted thereon. No trees are growing thereon and since 1890 nothing has been done thereon by said Edward K. Spence or anyone for him and that is true down to this date, viz: July 2Hh. 1S95. The testimony of the parties and their witness es will be taken before Dormau Baldwin Jr a notary public at his office in Jamestown, Stuts man county, N. D„ on 28tli, day of Sentember. 1895, at 10o'clock a. in., and from day to day until all of said testimony Is so taken and said notary public to forward same at once when taken, to this office and before the date of ap pearance thereat and the said parties are here by summoned to appear at this office on the 5th day of October. 1895, at 10 o'clock a. to re spond and furnish testimony concerning said alleged failure. A. E. SUNDKBHATTK, Register. F. Baldwin attorney for Bishof. First Pub. Auu. 15,1895. NOTICE OP FORECLOSURE. Default having been made in the conditions of a certalu mortage containing a power ol sale, which has beeu duly recorded, irlven by Marko Mutz and Mary Mutz, his wife, mortagors, to Charles L. Hoyt, mortgagee, dated Feby. 24tn, 1890, and mortgaging the southeast quarter (S. E. K) of section six (6) in township one hun dred and forty one (141) north, range sixty-three '68) west of the Fifth principal meridian in Stutsman county, Dakota territory, now state of North Dakota. By which default the power of sale has become operative and no action or proceeding having been instituted at law to recover the debt there by secured or any part thereof, and there is claimed to be due on said mortgage at this date the sum ot Four hundred and live and 43-100 dollars ($405.48-100.) Notice Is hereby given that said mortgage will be foreclosed by sale of said premises at public auction by the sheriff of said county, on Satur day, October 12th. 1895. at 8 o'clock p. m. at the front door of the court house in the city of Jamestown, in said county of Stutsman, and state of North Dakota, to pay said debt together with all taxes,costs and expenses of sale. Dated August 34th, 1895. CHARLES L. HOYT, Mortgagee. First Pub. All(!. 29,1895. SHERIFF'S SALE. .State of Xortli Dakota, County of Stutsman, ('has. A. Wilson, John Wall! Notice is hereby given, that by virtue of an execution to me directed and delivered, ami now in my hands, issued out of the clerk's office of the fifth judicial district court, state of North Dakota, iu and for the county of Stutsman upon a judgment rendered iu said court iu favor of obas A. Wilson and against John Wall, I have levied upon the following described property of said defendant, towit: Lot number twelve US), block number two (2) ofCurtin's 2nd addition to Jamestown, North Dakota. And that I shall on Saturday the l-jtli day of October A. D. 1S95, at the hour of 3 o'clock p. m., of said day at tiie front door of the court house in the city of .Jamestown in said coun ty and state proceed to sell all the right, title and interest of tile above named John Wall in and to the above described property, to satisfy said judgment anu costs, amounting to eighty-one (SM.OJ) dollars and cents, together with all accruing costs of sale, at public auction, to th« highest bidder for cash. J. J. EDDY. Sheriff. R. A. Bill, Plaintiff's attorney. Dated August 28th, 1895. First Pub. Aug. 29, 1895. SHERIFF'S SALE. STATE OF NORTH DAKOTA, I County of Stutsman. I S!t It. G. DePuy, I Plaintiff. I L. G. Heberling, j" Defendant. Notion is hereby given, that Uy virtue of an exe cution to me directed and delivered, and now In •'.'V •'it'ids. issued out of the clerk's office of the Mfth judicial district court, state of North Dakota, iu and for the county of Stutsman, upon a judgment rendered In said court In favor of It. G. DePuy, and against L. G. Heberling, 1 have levied upon the followiag described real proierty of said defendant, towit: Southeast quarter section ten township 143, range 62, Stuts man county. North Dakota, and that I shall, on Saturday, the 13th day of October A. D. 1895, at the hour of 2 o'clock p. in., of said day, at the front door of Mie court house in the city of Jamestown, in said county anil state, proceed to sell all the right, title and Interest of the above named L. G. Heberling in and to the above described proierty. to satisfy said judg ment and costs amounting to Fifty-four dollars and twenty-three cents, together with all accruing costs of sale, and interest on the same from the 28rd day of August. 1H#5. at the rate of seveu per cent per annum, at public auction,!to the highest bidder for cash. J. J. EDDY, Sheriff Stutsman County, N. D. GEO. C. EAOKII, Plaintiff's Attorney. Dated Jamestown, N. D., August S3, 1895. First Pub. Aug. W, 1899.