The commonwealth., December 12, 1916, Image 18

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DT A P ARM AT KUCTION
Situated Near Holister, N. C.
Dec.
19th
, at II 0:30 a. m
THIS FARM IS SITUATED ABOUT A MILE FROM BIG FISHING CREEK
IlroGE AOT .IS ADAPTED TO ANY CROPS THAT ARE RAISED IN
CLUMNG COTTON, CORN PEANUTS, OATS, ALFALFA, POTATOES,
AND OTHER KINDRED CROPS.
Sale will be at old home place at
Tip Top Hill
(THE PLACE NOW BEING OCCUPIED BY MR. GRANT)
THERE IS A LARGE PECAN ORCHARD ON THE HOME PLACE
To be sold as small farms
from 25 to 50 acres each
THIS PROPERTY IS OWNED BY THE FOSBURG LUMBER COMPANY
AND WILL BE SOLD ON EASY TERMS TO SUIT PURCHASERS.
FREE DINNER ON THE DAY Of SALE
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Atlantic Coast Realty Co.,
PETERSBURG, VA.
AUCTIONEERS
GREENVILLE, N. C.
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NOTICE
Br Virtue of the power vested in me
by a decree of the Court made in that
proceeding now pending in the Super-
Court of Halifax County North
Carolina before the Clerk and entitled
"Harry Hall and wife, Pattie, Frank
Hall and wife, Sue, S. A. Dunn and
wife Olivia, Mary Jackson and husband
Willliam Jackson; Henry Whitaker and j
Thurston Whitaker, Lena Whitaker and
Sadie Whitaker by their next friend
Henry Whitaker; Frank Brantley, Ben
Brantley, Roy Brantley and Sarah
g j Brantley, Mattie Brantley, Carey Bran
O tley, Lizie Brantley and Lonnie Brant-
iley, by their next friend, Ed Brant
ley; Thomas W. Hardy, Luvinia Moore
and husband Moses Moore, and Mike
Moore, Calycanthia Moore, Frank
Moore, Stanislaus Moore, Elwood
Moore and Eunice Moore, by their next
friendMoses Moore; John Hardy and
wife, Josephine and Joseph Hardy,
James C. Hardy and Vivian Hardy by
their next friend, John Hardy; Jane
Anthony and husband Kinehen Anthony
and Lloyd Anthony, Caroline Anthony,
Susan B. Anthony, Amy Anthony and
Ruth Anthony by their next friend
Kinehen Anthony; Norman Smith and
(wife, Mary, Tom Smith and Othha
Taylor and James Taylor by their next
friend, Walter Taylor; Ex Parte." I
will on the 9th day of January 1917
sell for cash at public auction to the
highest bidder in the town of Scotland
Neck, N. C, in front of the Planters &
Commercial Bank, at 12 o'clock m., the
following described real estate, lyin
and beine-in Halifax county. North
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Carolina.
That lot or parcel of land, in said
county and state, formerly occupied by
Peggy Hardy, widow of Stuart Hardy.
deceased, as her dower in said Stuart
Hardy's land, beginning at a small
ibridge on the public road leading from
! Scotland Neck to Smith 's Mill, Luvinia
Moore's corner, (formerly Harry Hall's
corner,) thence with said Moore's line
N. 66 E. 24.75 chains to the Main
Run of Kehukee Swamp, Henry Gun
ter's corner, thence with his and Mike
Hardy's lines, S. 20 W. 22.04 chains
to a gum tree, in Mike Hardy 's liue,
thence N. 75 W. 14.97 chains S. 59 W
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90-100 chains to the road from Scotland
Neck to Smith's Mill, thence along said
iroad N. 8 E. 2 chains, thence N. 5.53
chains to the beginning, containing 25
acres, being Lot No. 2 in the division
of the lands of Stuart Hardy.
This the 6th., day of December 1916.
STUART SMITH, Commissioner
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3w2' OST things Deacon took as
they came, ana with great
calmness of spirit, for he ;
was an even-tempered old
horse, whose disposition a j
dozen years, filled with j
the usual allotment of !
equine adversity, had
thoroughly seasoned. Yet
now he was pawing and
stamping as impatiently as
any four-year-old. At in
tervals he would stretch
his neck, thrust forward
his old white nose, and in
dulge in a complaining
whinny. There was reason for Dea
con's restlessness. More than an hour
ago he should have been on the move,
but here he was still waiting in the
post office shed, and never a sign or
word from his driver. Deacon, you
understand, pulled Uncle Sam's mail
over Rural Free Delivery Route No. 2,
Havertown P. O. He had pulled it for
three years, and he was fairly well
versed in the business. At any rate,
he knew that it was past his starting
time. Long before had the sway
back sorrel on Route No. 1 taken the
road. The pert little bay mare on No.
3 had followed a few minutes later.
Yet here was Deacon, with the heavi
est and longest route of them all, still
standing idly in the shed.
Inside, in the Havertown post office,
were a number of men whose frame of
mind was worse than Deacon's. One
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Auto Goggles at - - - - - - 75C.
White Metal Spectacles at - - $1.00
15 year guaranteed gold filled
Spectacles at $2.50
14K Gold Spectacles at - - -$7.50
The lenses in all my glasses are the
best that can b obtained and are guar
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F i class Watch and Optical repair
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-EXCURSION TO
HAVANA
THURSDAY, DECEMVER 21st.
For the Christmas . and New
Year Holiday excursion to Cuba,
the Atlantic Coast Line will sell
excursion tickets from Scotland
Neck to Havana, including meals
and berths on steamships, at the
fare and on the date named above
limited returning until January 7,
1917.
Fares will apply via Jackson
ville; thence via the East Coast
and the ' 4 Over Sea Railroad," or
via the West Coast of Florida,
through Port Tampa, but not go
ing via one route and returning
via the other, and tickets will be
good to stop over at all stations
; enroute, either on the going or re
turn trip, or both.
Proportionate Fares Prom Nearly
Every Point in Virginia North
Carolina and South Carolina
Children Half Fare
For schedules, reservations on
trains and ships, and interesting
literature on Cuba, apply to the
undersigned, who will procure it
for you promptly.
Epp L. Brown, Ticket Agent
Scotland Neck ,N. C.
ATLANTIC COAST LINE
The Standard R. R. 0f the South
But Deacon Would Not Turn.
of them was the postmaster himself.
In the first place, the simultaneous ar
rival of a three-foot snowfall and the
bulk of the Christmas mail was bad
enough. Next came the disabling of
one of his best drivers, and the discov
ery that two substitute carriers were
out of town. Well, the postmaster
said things. Dan Sweeney, driver of
No. 2 route, was disabled beyond
No sooner , had they reached Joers
road, where the route began, than
Deacon realized the inexperience of
the new man. Why, he was actually
going to drive right past the Towers'
place, and the Powers almost always
had mail of some kind, even if jt
wasn't more than a poultry magazine '
or a seed catalogue. After one or
two such mistakes Deacon took charge
of things himself. From house to
house he went, stopping wherever he
had been In the habit of calling, wait
ing until the new carrier found who
lived there and had looked through let
ters and parcels to see if he had any
thing for them.
All the forenoon and all the after-
uwu tine eui uu, uul wnen tne red
sun went down In the frosty west there
still remained half a huodre' letters
and more than a peck of packages to
be delivered. The new man was hun
gry and tired, but he was no quitter.
So he begged some hay and oats for
Deacon, borrowed a lantern, and to
gether they started to finish the route.
As for Deacon, his old knees were
stiffer than ever, his shoulder muscles
J ached, his flanks heaved like a pair of
blacksmith's bellows, but he plunged
on, never skipping a single house,
never hesitating at a roundabout half
mile, doing his whole duty quite as
thoroughly as if there had been some
one behind to urge him on instead of
a cold-numbed clerk, who had no
longer even touched the reins. At last
only one letter was left, a thick, bulky
one in a blue waterproof envelope,
bearing a foreign postmark. "Josiah
Braisted, Esq.," was the address.
"Braisted, eh?" muttered the clerk.
"Wonder if the old horse knows v.iiere
he lives?"
Evidently Deacon did, for he was
plowing through a big drift, heading
straight out on the Boston road into
the darkness. Far ahead, on the top
of a long hill, the clerk could see the
lights of a big house. There were no
other lights between. Miles behind he
could make out the glow of the city.
The clerk wished he could be back
there, where one could be warm again
and get something hot to eat. With
numb fingers he pulled out his watch.
Half -past nine! Why, it would take
them a good two hours to drive back
now! Braisted be hanged! He could
get his letter after Christmas.
So he grabbed the reins and indi
cated to Deacon a desire to turn
around. But Deacon would not turn.
Pull on the rein as he might, Deacon
would only swing his head about,
keeping his legs moving straight
ahead. By much shouting and sawing
on the reins Deacon was stopped.
Then the new driver waded out to his
i head, took him by the bits and tried to
j point the horse the other way. Dea
! con refused to budge. Those lights on
; the top of the long hill marked the end
j of the route, and Deacon knew it. And
, to those lights they went. "Josiali
i Braisted?" asked the driver curtly of
the young woman who answered his
ring.
"Oh, it's come, it's come!" she
shouted to someone within, as she held
out her hand eacrerlv for the letter.
Never before had he seen so much
Tul; "Vr" r Z , , . i excitement caused by the delivery of
pile of mail sacks, his back against a I a letter In a moment there were three
steam rauiator, nis iace wmte ana
drawn out of shape by twinges of
rheumatism. He had dragged himself
down to the office, but that was all
he could do. Now, although he should
have been sent back to' bed, he was
sorting the mail for his route.
"The Christmas mail, too!" groaned
rJTV.r: " uTr"w' ,uu Ai;iu- he mounted the stairs to see the pa-
cxnu in m u.1 l was m nis WOrK.
or four persons in the front hall, all
talking at once.
"Do you think it will save him, doc
tor?" asked the anxious-faced old
lady who had followed the girl to the
door.
"It will if anything will, I guess,"
answered a stout, bearded man. And
It was a sight of the great pile of
packages which made Danny groan
deepest. They were more to him than
simply so much fourth-class matter,
these string-tied boxes and bundles.
They were invested with something
besides the statute-guarded sanctity !
of the United States mail, for which
Dan Sweeney had no light respect. He
knew that each one of them carried
not only merchandise but a subtle
freightage of the goodly holiday spirit,
the joyful sentiment of Christmastide.
And to think, just because of this
plaguey rheumatism of his, manv of
them might not be delivered until the his convalescence.
xiunuuy was over with, when they
would come lagging along, as stale as
firecrackers on the 5th of July! So
Danny groaned.
"There !" said Danny at last, to the
office clerk who was to attempt the
task, "you stow the packages in just
that order and do your best to find
where they go. Old Deacon'll take
you over the route all right if you give
him his head. He knows it like a
book.'
So the Christmas mail was finallv
started out over Route No. 2, Deacon !
tient In the upper room.
Then they insisted that the half
frozen clerk come inside and have
something to eat. Deacon? Oh, they
would take care of Deacon. They did
all this and more. It seemed that this
letter had been long expected, and was
sadly needed, for it came from a prod
igal son to a very sick father. It had
its effect, too.
Of course the clerk told them of
Deacon's heroic stubbornness, of how
the old horse had insisted on goiiig
to the very end of the route when
he had tried to turn him back. Josiah
Brnisf-pfl TTIsn lionrrl th stnrv during
"I must tell my son about that when
he comes home," he would repeat as
they told him of the part Deacon
played in the story. "We ought to do
something for that old horse," he said.
They did, too. The office clerk, who
will first show you a handsome gold
watch, tells the story best, always end
ing with, "And old Deacon, why, he
lives out there on the Braisted plate
like a thoroughbred. He's in clover,
he is."
"Well," Dan Sweeney will add, "it's
no vnore'n he deserves. Old Deacou
turned an inquiring eye on the new was a miirhtv e-ood horse in his day,
man, as much as if to ask what was and mighty knowiaV St. Louis Globe
t&e matter with Danny. Democrat.