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; * J She Plow Woman By ELEA/tOB GATES. Author of "The Biography of a Prairie Girl." COPYRIGHT. 1900. BY MeCLURE, PHILLIPS tr COMPANY. CHAPTER XII. m H AT night, after Squaw Char ley had come and gone, Dal Jfag yÿTaf las returned from the lean-to, WEBowi where she had led and bed ded Simon and the team, to find Mary tr» before the hearth, her face flushed and wet with tears. Instantly, all con cern, the elder girl knelt l>eside her. "Marylyn," she begged, smoothing the soft, unbraided hair spread out upon the robe, "Marylyn, what's the mat ter?" A long sob. "Why, dear imby, don't you fret. We 're going to be all right. Dad'll eoon be back, Mr. Lounsbury's watch ing, and we won't lose the little home." "Oh, it ain't that — It ain't that!" weeping harder than before. "I'm so unhappy!" It was an answer that smote Dallas to the heart. Some trouble, heretofore concealed, was threatening her sister's peace of mind. And she had not dis covered it in time, had not prevented had not shielded her as she ought "Marylyn, honey, tell me what's the ■etter." The younger girl crept closer, screen ing her eyes. Dallas lifted her Into her arms. Her cheek was feverish, her hands were •ry and hot. Sudden terror seized the elder girl— tte old terror that had fastened upon her through all the years of her moth er's failing. "Marylyn," she said huskily, "do you teel that—that you're not as well as you was? Are you afraid you'll be afek like—mother?" There was an answering shake of the head. Dallas pressed her close, murmuring her thankfulness, whispering broken eadearments. "Oh, Dal's so glad! •he couldn't stand it if her baby sister wea to suffer. Oh, honey heart, honey heart!" But Marylyn was not comforted. "Listen," bade Dallas. "In all your ttte have you ever asked me to do any thing that I didn't do, or to give you anything that I didn't give if I could? And now something's fretting you. 1 can't think what It is. But you got to ted me, and I'll help you out" "No, no!" "I don't care what It Is, I won't Marne you. If it's something wrong— Why, It couldn't lie—I'll forgive you. Tou know that, Marylyn." Again "No, no." but with less re atotance. "Tell me," said Dallas firmly. Marylyn looked up. "You'll hate me if I do," she faltered. The elder girl laughed fondly. "As If I could." "You promise not to tell pa?" "Course I promise." "Oh, Dallas!" She burled her face In her hands. "It's—it's that I—I like hlm! I like him!" A moment of perplexity. Then, gradually, it dawned upon the elder girl whom the other meant. In very Surprise her arms loosened their hold. "You do hate me," Marylyn "said plaintively. "No, honey, no—why should I hate C T' Her words were earnest. But voice—something had changed If:. And she felt a strange hurt, a vague hurt that seemed to have no cause. Marylyn raised herself on an elbow. *fBe liked me—once," she said. "He Showed It just as plain. It was right here—that day the cattle went by." Dallas got up. She had begun to tremble visibly. Her breath was com teg short, as if she had been running. But the younger girl did not notice. "He stayed away so long," she went Cn. "Then, today when he came—you remember, Dallas—he Just said a word er two to me and laughed at me be cause I was afraid. And—and I saw that I was wrong, and I—I saw—he Mted—you." "Me!" Dallas turned. She felt the Mood come driving Into her face. She felt that strange hurt ease and go in A rush of Joyful feeling. Then she un derstood the cause of It and why she had trembled—why that day had been the happiest of her life. Of a sudden she became conscious that Marylyn's eyes were upon her with a look of pathetic reproach. She began to laugh. "Nonsense, honey"' she said. "Don't be silly! Me! Why. he'd never like a great big gawk like me!" "But—but"— "Me, with my red hair—yon know it le kinds red—and my face, sunburned CT a' Indian—bands all calloused like like a man's." She turned back to the dpsk through the window. "Ob, no not me!" "ÖCt you looked so funny Just now." * "Did I? Did IV" Dallas stammered oat her reason: "Well—well, that was because—because ! thought you was ■Ding to say it was a soldier." She liUghed nervously. "But It was Mr. Irmnsbury yon meant, honey, wasn't nr The suspicion that had troubled the mind of the younger girl was allayed. "Why, Dallas, how could you think noch a thing about me! Like a soldier? Mr. no! It was Mr. Ixmnsbury—but be don't like me." She got up and went to the foot of her tether's bunk,__ When s he reappeared I j j ! j j I I j j ! j j j : : : j ! I I I j j ' she was carrying the soap "box' that held her belongings. O i the robe once more, she took out and held up to thr light of the fire two books and a strip of beaded cloth. The elder left the window and stood beside her. "These are what he gave me." w'ent on Marylyn, putting forward the books. "And this"—she showed the bead work—"he asked me to make for him. But today," mournfully, "he didn't even speak of It." Dallas leaned down and touched her lips to the other's hair. "Baby sister, what did you expect him to do? Hold up a man with one hand and—and reach out for a present with the oth er?" Marylyn put away the box. "Any way he don't like me." "Like you? Why, he couldn't help It. There Isn't a sweeter, prettier girl on the prairie than my little house keej>er." "He called me the prairie princess," declared Marylyn. but with lingering doubt. "Now, that shows," said the elder girl. "Don't you worry another sec ond. When he comes again you'll see." So Dallas soothed and comforted her until she fell asleep, when she lifted her to her father's bed and covered her carefully. Then she drew aside a swinging blanket to let tue firelight shine through — and saw that there were still tears on her sister's face. CHAPTER XIII. T HE medicine lodge of the In dians stood just within the sliding panel of the stockade. Thirty poles, their tops lash ed together so as to leave a smoke hole, their bases spread to form a gen erous circle, supported a covering of tanned buffalo hides seamed with buckskin thongs. Here, barely an hour after Matthews' arrival at Fort Brannon, Squaw Charley entered has tily and thrust some red coals under a stick pile at the center of the lodge. K .nd at once, by the flickering light of Is fire, the warriors of the band en tered the low entrance and seated themselves In a semicircle. When Colonel Cummings learned that an Interpreter had been found he promptly ordered the completion of preparations for the Jamieson expedi tion and the calling of a council, un satisfactory but necessary. The red skins Jailed in the stockade must know both the object of the trip and his terms, so that they, realizing their per il, would reveal thé whereabouts of the winter camp of the hostiles. His interview with Matthews threat ened a change In his plans. The lat ter, having listened to the story of the captured women and to the scheme for their rescue, astonished the command ing officer by declining absolutely to take the proposed journey. "I'd like t' be obligin'," he said, "but I can't go. I didn't know there was goin' t' be any travelln'. There's bus! ness that'll keep me here." "Why, man." cried the colonel, 'Tve made you a good offer!" "I ain't a-sayiu' y' didn't," was the curt answer. Colonel Cummings knew to what "business" he referred, but realized that a discussion of It would not aid in bringing the desired consent. He I pretended to guess at reasons for the j refusal. j "There's scarcely a possibility of ! trouble during the journey," he said, j "Indians don't like to fight In the j snow, especially when their families I are with them and their war ponies I are feeding on cottonwood bark. Be j sides, their head chief will be sharp j enough to see that he'll have to treat ! and not fight if he wants to save the necks of his favorites. Then, as far as j the safety and comfort of my men arc j concerned, everything Is being done Better reconsider, Matthews." "Can't do it." j Colonel Cummings left his library, where he had been talking, and sought : Lounsbury's advice. The two held a short whispered conversation In the entry. "Let me have a few words with him.'' said the storekeeper. Matthews' balk ing was not altogether a surprise. Nevertheless It was a keen disappoint ment. He had hoped to be able to seed Squaw Charley across the river soon with good news. "Let me see him. Maybe 1 can bring him around." They entered the library. "Matthews," began Liuusbury, "you might as well go along. If you stay you can't get n hold o' that claim.'' : He looked-at the colonel's clock. "It's : midnight. Your six months are up. j If you did have a chance It's gone Possession 's nine points In law, and Lancaster 's up at Bismarck nailing the tenth." If the storekeeper's blunt assertions were of any particular Interest to the ! other he failed to show It. He occu I pled himself with finding a cigar, cut ting It carefully and lighting It at the stove. Then he turned about to Colo I nel Cummings, his glance as it trav I eled utterly ignoring Lounsbury. "Not to mention the risks you ruu j with the boys," added the storekeeper j easily, amused by the play of lndlffer ' ence. "Oh. I guess Shanty Town can take keer of itself," observed Matthews, sending up smoke rings. Lounsbury walked out 'There was but one- thing left for Colonel Cummings to do: Ask this man to interpret in the medicine lodge, that At least the Indians might learn their position. Knowing it they might be prevailed upon to select one of their own number to accompany the expedi tion and repeat the terms. The com manding officer, rather provoked at Lounsbury. who. he thought, hnd harmed and not helped his dluse. Im mediately suggested this course to Matthews. "I can parleyvoo for you there, all right." agreed Matthews patr plzlngly. "But how you goin'?" "You and I alone." Matthews stared. "Carry any gunsl" he asked. "Not when 1 go into the stockade. The Indians are without weapons. And I like to show them that 1 trust them." The other laughed. "You go t' tell some redskins that they 's goin' t' be strung up and y' don't take no gun. Well, not for me. colonel!" "Then we'll have a guard." "O. K. I'm with you." A scout who understood the sign language was dispatched to the stock ade. And by the time the braves were settled down before the blaze Colonel Cummings, Matthews and a detail of armed- men were liefere the aperture of the medicine lodge. The soldiers waited outside the big wigwam, where they made themselves comfortable by moving up and dow'n. Their commanding officer and the in terpreter went in. At their appearance the warriors rose gravely, shook hands and motioned !he white men to take seats upon a robe placed at Lame Foot's left baud. The air In the place was already beginning to thicken with kinniklnick and fire smoke. The min gled smell of tobacco and sklnB made It nauseating Colonel Cummings would gladly have hurried his errand. But Indian etiquette ^forbade haste. He was forced to contain himself and let the council proceed with customary and exasperating slowness. The first step was the pipe. A young Sioux applied a burning splinter to a sandstone howl and handed the long stem to t|ie medicine man. Hia nos trils filled he gave the pipe to Colonel Cummings, from whom in turn It pass ed to Matthews, Standing Buffalo. Canada John and thence along the curving line of warriors. When all had smoked the bowl was once more filled and lighted, and once more it was sent from hand to hand. Not un til this ceremony had been repeated many times did the council come to speech. But neither the commanding officer nor his Interpreter made the first ad dress. Though the braves guessed that something unusual had brought about an assembly at this hour and though their curiosity on the subject was childishly live, they surpassed their captor in patience. Stolidly they look ed on while Lame Foot rose to his feet The war priest was not the figure that had led the band south after the battle—not .the haughty, stately brave that the sentimentalist loves to pic ture. He was feathered and streaked as before. A stone mallet bung from his belt. But he wore no string of bears' claws. They had gone the way of the sutler, which was a tasty way, strewn with bright labeled but aged canned goods. And as for his em broidered shirt, it was much soiled and worn, and he had so gained In r He used few word », but the j/ were forci ble. weight — through plentiful food and lack of exercise—that he pressed out upon it deplorably with a bulging paunch. Pompously, but using no gestures or Inflections, he began a rambling, lengthy account of his past deeds of valor. From these he fiuajly swerved to the recital of his people's wrongs. He climaxed after an Interminable amount of talking with a boast that awakened the hearty approbation of his sloven fellow,». "We but wait for the winte/ to go," he said, "for In the aprlng we shall have freedom. Our brothers, who are sly as foxes and awift ns hawks, will sweep down up on the pony soldiers and slay them." He sat down amid a chorus of "Ho, bo!" The semicircle moved and bent and nodded. It was plain that be had expressed a common belief. There was one Indian not of the council to whom his words meant more than freedom. That Indlai^was jlquaw Charley A moment after Colonel Cummings' arrival the pariah had 1 crept noiselessly Into the lodge and Iain down In the shadows. From j there, careful all the while to be quiet , and to keep blmSelf well screened, hs listened to Lame Foot. But when the chief came to his bragging conclusion ; Squaw Charley forgot his own degra dation for a moment and forgot to fear discovery. Was a battle indeed com ing? New hope all ut once—the hope j that he would have the opportunity , long desired of getting away from the squaws, old men nnd the mocking chil- ; dren and going with the warriors! Once with them, even In the role of cook or drudge, the chance might come to do a brave net. such an act as would reinstate him. Perhaps he coaid ! wound an enemy and count a ccnp up oi* him. Perhaps he could face bullet* or arrows to rescue a brother. His dull eyes glinted like cut bends. I In very excitement he raised his bent spare body. Hearing the movemeut Lame Foot glared round, and his eyes fell upon j the outcast. "Woo!" he cried. "A squaw lu the council lodge! Woo!" There was a general turning, and those nearest the pariah made peretnp- . tory gestures. A second Charley stood uncertainly, j Then the look of one accused came into his faee.„ He tottered backward ; through the lodge opening and out Into the snow. The council continued. A dozen warriors followed the war priest In speeehmakiug. Each of them said no more than he. To Colonel Cummings' disgust each one said no less. Added to the tediousness of It all were Matthews' interpretations. Toward 3 o'clock, however, the prime object of the meeting was reached. When the commanding officer at last rose he was in no mood to mince mat ters. He used few words, but they ( were forcible. He asked the inter- : prêter to repeat them precisely. They had their effect. While Mat- j thews was doing this the colonel did not glance away from the council fire, yet he knew that in the semicircle there was genuine consternation Grunts. Rtartled. angry, threatening, ran up and down the line. Those war riors named for possible execution j alone were silent. Presently one of the others spoke. "If we tell you where to go, how do we know the white chief will not fall upon the winter camp of our brothers j as Custer, 'the .Long Hair,' fell upon Black Kettle's?" "I am not going with the pony sol diers," Matthe-ws hastened to say. "Across the Muddy Water, where the road passes. Is a wide piece of land which has been stolen from me." One of the four condemned glanced up. It was Lame Foot. "By the Plow Woman?" he asked. "By her father. I shall stay until that land Is mine again. One of you must ask your chief that he give np the paleface squaws." Canada John answered him. "A brave can but take the words of the white chief. That Is not well. One of a double tongue must go." "The white chief has but one," said Matthews and tapped his own chest. A silence followed. "The journey begins when the sun Is little." he added and sat down. "Will not the white chief wait until spring?" asked Lame Foot, whose guile made up for his physical defect. The others studied Colonel Cum mings' face as the question was put to him. They saw the purpose—post ponement, w'hicb might bring freedom for them and also a retention of the captive women. The colonel's answer did not need In terpreting. "No."' he said and struck his knees with his open palms. "Why should two squaws matter?" asked Shoot-at-the-Tree. "Are there not many everywhere? We will give the white chief some of our ponies." "Your ponies floated, belly up, down the river moons ago," said Matthews. Twenty pairs of eyes sparkled with hate. That was news indeed! Lame Foot spoke again. There was a mathematical phase of the terms which troubled him. "Why should four die for two?" he demanded. "Among the whites has a squaw the value of two soldiers?" Matthews answered gravely that It was so. The brave snorted contemp tuously. Canada John shook his head. "Thus comes much evil because we shot the pinto buffalo." At that point the hoof sheaths that trimmed a rope near the entrance rat tled. The semicircle craned their necks. A plump hand was pulling aside the flap of the lodge. Then through the low aperture and Into the light of the fire stepped an Indian woman. She flung back a head shawl and faced red man and white. A murmur came from the braves. It was Brown Mink. As with the men of the band, plenti ful food and no exercise had worked wonders with her. She was less slen der and more solid than formerly. Her full cheeks .shone like the bulging sides of a copper kettle. But her spirit was little changed. She waited no In vitation to speak. She paused for no words In her earnestness she leaned forward a little. "Brown Mink Is young." she said. "She Is but an unfledged crane walk ing In strange waters. But she speaks with the voice of her father, your mighty chief that was. Canada John talks straight. One of a double tongue must go. The white chief Is very angry, so that he plucks the hairs from his hands. The squaw's must be brought back or four braves will be choked by ropes. But who can make things smooth? Only the Double Tongue. Promise him much—promise to help him drive the thief from his land." Matthews straightened up. She put out one arm and measured 1 j , ; j , ; ! I j . j ; ( : j j j a small long:b upon it "When our warriors come thus short a space will It take to rid the land." she said. And ; was gone before any eould answer. There was n long "Ho-o-o!" of ns- , sent "What's this nil about?" Rsked Colo nel Cummings. "She wants me t' go," said Mat thews. "Well, so do 1." The Indians conferred among them selves. Suddenly, as If they bad reached a decision, they fell silent and settled back. Lame Foot spoke. "In the moon of wild strawberries," he said, "the sun is warm and the grass Is growing." He turned to the Interpreter. "Ask our brothers to send the women, then, and follow t «tm. We jhall go free, and as we go we shall free the land." "But If your brothers cannot come?" said Matthews. Lame Foot answered. "The white chief will send us to Standing Rock agency. From there braves will go out to hunt—aud arrows fly silently. There are some of two tips. These bite like the rattlesnake"— Matthews rubtied his chin. He knew that what ixtnnsbury had told him in the colonel's library was true. All le gal and moral claims to the valuable towu site across tlie river were gone. He could secure the land only by un derhand means. And here were those who would do what he dared not. "They make a cunning wound," con tinued Lame Foot, "and no one finds the arrow." Colonel Cummings was growing im patient. "Interpret, interpret," he or dered. "They think it's all up with 'em If I don't go." said Matthews. He looked down thoughtfully. The trip would be a comparatively short oue and of fered good reward. Whatever hap pened. if the Indians kept their word with him, he would have both the pay nnd the land. "Will they tell me where the camp is?" asked the colonel. Matthews met his eye. "Ye-e-e-s," he answered, "if I go." He addressed the warriors: "If your promise is a promise"— An old chief caught his arm. "We are not liars," he said. "It is a task for a child," added Lame Foot. "Enough." answered Matthews. To Colonel Cummings he said, "I'm your man, sir." "Good!" Then the interpreter and the Indians, with the commanding officer unwit tingly taking a part, sealed their com pact in a pipe of peace. (To Be Continued.) Learn to skate and join the merry throng at the roller rink tonieht. Notice for Publication. Department of the interior. Land Office at Lewiston, Idaho, October 19, 1907. Notice is hereby given that George II. Harbin of Dodd, Washington, has filed notice of his intention to make final five year proof In support of his claim, viz.: Homestead Entry No 9493, made November 18. 1902, for the lot 4, SE % SW % sec. 10, NE 14 NW 14, and lots 1 and 2, section 15, township 33 N., range 6 W., B. M., and that said proof will be made before register and receiver at Lew iston, Idaho, on December 19, 1907. He names the following witnesses to prove his continuous residence upon, and cultivation of, the land, viz.: Alexander M. Martin of Dodd, Washington, James Warren of Dodd. Washington, Christopher C. Stanley of Asotin, Washington, and Calvin Martin of Dodd, Washington. T. H. BARTLETT, Register Notice of Publication Notice is hereby given that at 2 p. m„ on the 10th day of February, 1908, at Lapwal, county of Net Perce, state of Idaho, before James McGrath, J. P., proof will be sub mitted of the completion of works for the diversion of one-half cubic foot per second of the water of Lewis creek and springs, In accordance with the terms and conditions of a certain permit heretofore issued by the state engineer of the state of Idaho. 1. ' The names of the persons holding said permit are Martin L. Golismith and Samuel Lewis. 2. The postoffles address of such persons is Spalding, county of Nes Perce, state of Idaho. 3. The number of such permit Is 1097, and the date set for the com pletion of such worn is February 13, 1908.. 4. Said water to be used for irri gation and domestic purposes. 5. 8atd works of diversion will be fully completed on the date set for such completion, and the amount of water which said works are capa ble of conducting to the place of In tended use, In accordance with the plans accompanying the application for such permit, is one-half cubic feet per second. 6.. The amount of lands for which said water is available is 25 acres, particularly described as fol lows: NW 14 NI5 14 and BW 14 NE % section 21, township S6 N., range 4 W„ B. M. JAMES STEPHENSON, J».., State Engineer.. NOTICE FOE PUBLICATION' ~ Timber Land, Act June 3. 1878. United States Land Offres. Lewiston, 1 Idaho, November 4, 1*0T. — «.ugiesa or June t u,. entitled "An act for the saîeVtÏ' ber lands in the States of CaUfL,?' Oregon, Nevada, and Wa£> Territory," as extended to all 8 ^" Public Land States by act of » h * 4, 1892. Anna Mounce. of 1Lewi county of Nez Perce has this day fli , 'Hhy, sworn statement No. 3260 f r „. purchase of the NE 1-4 NE 1°4 V? SE 1 ' 4 ' 8nd SE 1-4 NH 1-4, of Section No. 3 in NO. 32 N. Range ko 4 V and will offer proof to show that n'l and sought Is more valuable for «! timber or stone than for agricultural purposes, and to establish his rh ' to said land before Register and R? ceiver, at Lewiston. Idaho, on m d 8 ay ' 16th d ' ,y She names as witnesses: Geore» B. Clark, of Lewiston, Idaho; Henry L. Benton, . Guy Mounce, Isaac Hes champ, all of Forest, Idaho. Any and all persons claiming a <j versely the above-described lands are requested to file their claims in this office on or before said 15th dav 0 f January, 1908. -• H. BARTLETT, Register. Notice to Creditors. In the Probate Court of Nez Perce .. County, Idaho. In the matter of the estate of Eva D. Nichols, Lois C. Nichols, Fred E Nichols, Charlie J. Nichols and Ralph E. Nichols, Minors. Notice is hereby given by the un dersigned, F. W. Nichols, guardian of the estate of Eva D. Nichols, L 0la C. Nichols, Frçd E. Nichols, Charlie J. Nichols and Ralph E. Ntchola, minors, to the creditors of, and all persons having claims against the said minors, to exhibit them with the necessary vouchers, within four months after the first publication of this notice, to the said guardian at the law office of Anderson & Elliott, No. 317 Means block, Lewiston, Ida ho, the same being the place for the transaction of the business of said estate, in Lewiston, county of Net Perce, state of Idaho. Signed and dated at Lewiston, Ida ho, this 27th day of November A D„ 1907. F. W. NICHOLS, Guardian, Eva D. Nichols, et al. Notice for Publication. Department of the Interior, Land Of fice at Lewiston, Idaho, November 6, 1907. Notice is hereby given that Ralph L. McCracken of Woodside, Idaho, has filed notice of his intention to make final five-year proof in support of his claim, viz.: Homestead Entry No. 8851, made January 20, 1 for the lots 3, 4, 5, 6, 12, 13, 20 am 21, section 17, township 33 X. range 2 W., B. M., and that said proof will be made hefore register and receiver at Lewiston, Idaho, on December 26, 1907. He names the following witnesses to prove his continuous residence upon, and cultivation of, the land, viz.: George McMillen, George Hunder man, Theodore Hartman, John Mil ler, all of Woodside, Idaho. T. H. BARTLETT, Register. Notice for Publication. Department of the Interior, Land Of fice at Lewiston, Idaho, November 6, 1907. Notice is hereby given that Theo dore Hartman of Woodside, Idaho, has filed notice of his intention to make final five-year proof in support of his claim, viz.: Homestead Entry No. 9434, made October 17, 1902, for the lots 1, 16, 17 and 18, section 30, township 33 N. range 2 W„ B. M. , and that said proof will be made before register and receiver at Lew iston, Idaho, on December 26, 1907. He names the following witnesses to prove his continuous residence upon, and cultivation of, the land, viz.: George McMillen, George Hunder man, John Miller, Ralph L. Mc Cracken, all of Woodside, Idaho. T. JL BARTLETT, Register. Notice for Publication. Timber Land, Act June 3, 18is. United States Land Office, Lewiston, Idaho, September 26, 1907. Notice Is hereby given that In compliance with the provisions of the act of Congress of June 3, 1878, entitled "An act for the sale of tim ber lands In the States of California, Oregon, Nevada and Washington Territory," as extended to all the public land states by act of August 4, 1892, Elizabeth S. Benton of Le isten, county of Nez Perce, State of Idaho, has this day filed In this of fice bar sworn atatement No. 3281, for the purchase of the SE %, NE % and NE % SB Î4 of Section No. It. In Township No. 32 N., Rang# «• 4 W., B. 1C., and will oiler proof » show that the land sought U "u® r * valuable for Its timber or stone ib»* for agricultural purposes, and to «•* tabllsh her claim to said tend bs*M« Register and Receiver at Lcwl« 00 - Idaho, on Thnreday, the 6th day o February, 1901. She nt."« tho following ntl Henry L. Beaten, tease Du champs, Lafayette Mount*, all Forest, Idaho; Ony Mounce of Lew iston. Idaho. . Any and an po^«***" 1 "* £ versely the above-daeeribed tends sr regneeted to Sis their elates office on or before said «th day Fabrnary, Iff*. „ _ fcntaf T. H. BARTLETT. --