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o ! s o e s e e s o e o s ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom 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 s e s o e e o e o Atlantic Coast Realty Co., PETERSBURG, VA. AUCTIONEERS GREENVILLE, N. C. s 00000000000000000000000000000000000009000OOOOOCOOO0000000000000000000 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 o ' 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 i 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 & & O o O) e o o o o o o o o z&QiristmasMall 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. 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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.