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M ng- nam’s f»rug Store.Griffin Ga. marSSd.fc-v ADVERTISERS -nn learn the exact cos >t an) nroposeci line advertising in America. i • "['■:"3 by address!*i* (’Co P. Rowell & Co. N A ■ a.sinc Ui: li, ‘ . dp* » , Mew V m5 . N .-4 p »3- ’ j. '« r ’ f AKSSy PILLS! iwwiiii «&fc nad fcSvtftysttTacinft!. Ji>ver fall to V I*. or i*r** W Itr.iRrv.ttiv <, y * n * 1 *tn { r«*5icf. vaUulclpbl*. *o*!i*d) Pa ... A SHIP OF ’49. By BRET HARTE. [Copyrighted by Houghton, Mifflin & Co., and published by arrangement with tbem.'j [COSTISVED-T CHAPTER V. The elaborately untruthful account which Mr. Nott gave his (laughter of de Ferrieres’ sudden dejiarture was more for¬ tunate than his usual equivocations. While it disappointed and slightly mortified her, it did not seem to her inconsistent with what she already knew of him. "Said his doctor had ordered him to quit town un¬ der an hour, owing to a coinin’ attack of hay fever, and he had a friend from fur- rin parts waitin’ him at the Springs, Rosey,” explained Nott, hesitating be-, tween and his his desire to avoid his daughter’s* eyes wish to observe here counte¬ nance. “Was he worse?-—I mean did he look badly, father?” inquired Rosey thought¬ fully. “I reckon not exnekly bad. Kinder looked ez if he mout be worse soon of lie didn’t hump hisself.” “Did you see him?—m his room?” asked Rosey anxiously*. Upon the answer to this simple question depended the future confidential relations of father and . daughter. If her father had himself de¬ tected the means by which his lodger ex¬ isted she felt that her own obligations to secrecy had been removed. But Mr. Nott’s answer disposed of this vain hope. It was a response after his usual fashion to the question he imagined slio artfully wished to ask, i. e. if he had discovered their rendezvous of the previous night. This it was part of his peculiar delicacy to ignore. Yet his reply showed that he had been unconscious of the one miserable secret that he might have read easily. “I was there an hour or so—him and me alone—discussin’ trade. 1 reckon lie's got a good thing outer that curled horse¬ hair, for I see he’s got in an invoice o’ cushions. I’ve stored them all in the for- rard bulkhead until he sends for ’em, ez Mr. Renshaw hez taken the loft.” But although Mr. Renshaw had taken the loft, he did not seem in haste to occupy it. Ho spent part of the morning in un¬ easily pacing his room, in occasional sal¬ lies into the street from which he pur¬ poselessly returned, and once or twice in distant and furtive contemplation of Rosey at work in tho galley. This last observation was nq£ unnoticed by the astute Nott, who at once conceived that he was nourishing a secret and hopeless pas¬ sion for Rosey, began to consider whether it was not his duty to warn the young man of her preoccupied affections. But Mr. Renshaw’s final disappearance obliged him to withhold liis confidence till morn¬ ing. This time Air. Renshaw left the ship with the evident determination of some settled purpose. He walked rapidly until he reached the counting house of Mr. Sleight, when he was at once shown into a private office. In a few moments Mr. Sleight, a brusque but passionless man. joined him. “Well,” said Sleight, closing the door carefully. “What news?” ‘ “None,” said Renshaw bluntly. "Look here, Sleight,” he added, turning to him suddenly. ‘ ‘Let me out of this game. I don’t like it. ” “Does that mean you've found noth¬ ing?” asked Sleight, sarcastically*. “It means that 1 haven’t looked for anything, and that I don’t intend to with¬ out the full knowledge of that d--d fool who owns the ship. ’ ’ “You’ve changed your mind since you wrote that letter,” said Sleight coolly, producing from a drawer the note already known to the reader. Renshaw mechan¬ ically extended his hand to take it. Mr. Sleight dropped the letter back into tha drawer, which he quietly locked. The ap¬ parently simple act dyed Mr. Renshaw’s cheek with color, but it vanished quickly, and with it any token of his previous em¬ barrassment. He looked at Sleight with the convinced air of a resolute man who had at last taken a disagreeable step, but was willing to stand hy the consequences. . “I have changed my mind,” he said coolly. “I found out that it was one thing to go down there as a skilled prospector might go to examine a mine that was to bo valued according to his report of the in¬ dications, but that it was entirely another thing to go and play the spy in a poor devil’s house in order to buy something he didn’t know he was selling, and wouldn’t sell if he did.” “And something that the man he bought of didn’t think of selling; something ho himself never paid for, and never expect¬ ed to buy," sneered Sleight. “But something that wo expect to buy from our knowledge of all this, and it is that which makes all the difference. ’ ’ “But you knew all this before.” “I never saw it in this light before! I never thought of it until I was living there face to face with the old fool I was intending to overreach. I never was sura of it until this morning, when he actually* turned out one of his lodgers that I might have the very room I required to play oil our little game in comfortably. When he did that I made up my mind to drop the whole thing, and I’m here to do it.” “And let somebody else take the re¬ sponsibility—with the percentage—unless you’ve also felt it your duty to warn Nott too,” said Sleight with a sneer. “You only dare say that to me, Sleight,” said Renshaw quietly, “because you have in that drawer an equal evidence of my folly and my confidence; but if you are wise yon will not presume too far on either. Let us see how we . stand. Through the yarn of a drunken captain and a mutinous sailor you became aware of an unclaimed shipment of treasure con¬ cealed in an unknown ship that entered this harbor. You are enabled, through me, to corroborate some facts and identify the ship. Y’ou proposed to me, as a spec¬ ulation, to identify the treasure if possible before you purchased the ship. I accept¬ ed the offer without consideration; on consideration I now decline it, but with¬ out prejudice or loss to any one but my¬ self. As to your insinuation I need not remind YOU that iar presence here today refutes it. I would not require your per¬ mission to make a much 1 letter bargain with n good uatuml fool like Nott than I could with yon Or if I did not care for the business I could have warned the girl"- “The girl—what girl?” Renshaw bit his lip, but answered boldly. “The old man's daughter—a poor girl—whom this act would rob as well as her father.” Sleight looked at his companion atten¬ tively. “You might have said so at first, and let up on this campmeetiu’ exhorta¬ tion. Well then—admitting you've got the old man and the young girl on the same string, and that you’ve played it pretty low down in the short time you’ve been there—I suppose, Dick Renshaw, I Wo got to sec your bluff. Well, how much is it? What’s the figure you and she have settled on?” For an instant Mf. Sleight was in phys¬ ical danger. But before he had finished speaking Renshaw’s quick sense of the ludicrous had so far overcome his first in¬ dignation as to enable him even to admire the perfect moral iusensibility of his com¬ panion. As he rose and walked towards the door, he half wondered that he had ever treated tho affair seriously. With a smile he replied: “Far from bluffing, Sleight, I am throwing my cards on the table. Con¬ sider that I've passed out. Let some other man take my hand. Rake down the pot if you like, old man; I leave for Sacramento to-night. Adios.” When the door had closed behind him Mr. Sleight summoned his clerk. “Is that petition for grading Pontiac street ready?” “I’ve seen tho largest property holders, sir; they’re only waiting for you to sign first.” Mr. Sleight paused and then af¬ fixed his signature to the paper his clerk laid beforo him. “Get the other names and send it up at once.” “If Mr. Nott doesn’t sign it, sir?” “No matter. He will be assessed all the same.” Mr. Sleight took up hks hat. “The Lascar seaman that was here tho other day has been wanting to see you, sir. I said you were busy. ’ ’ Mr. Sleight put down his hat. “Send him up.” Nevertheless Mr. Sleight sat down and at once abstracted himself so completely as to be apparently in utter oblivion of the man who entered. He was lithe and Indian looking; bearing in dress and man¬ ner the careless slouch without the easy frankness of a sailor. “Well!" said Sleight without look¬ ing up. “I was only wantin’ to know ef you had any news for me, boss.” “News?” echoed Sleight as if absently; “news of what?” “That little matter of the Pontiac we talked about, boss,” returned the Lascar with an uneasy servility in Ihe whites of his teeth cud eyes. “Oh,” said Sleight, "that’s played out. It’s a regular fraud. It’s an old fore¬ castle yarn, my man, that you can’t reel off in the cabin. ” The sailor’s face darkened. “The man who was looking into it has thrown the whole thing up. I tell you it’s played out!” repeated Sleight, with¬ out raising his head. “It’s true, boss—every word,” said the Lascar, with an appealing insinuation that seemed to struggle hard with savage earnestness. "You can swear me, boss; I wouldn’t lie to a gentleman like you. Your man hasn’t half looked, or else—it must be there, or”- “That’s just it,” said Sleight slowly; “who’s to know that your friends haven’t been there already—that seems to liavo been your style.” “But no one knew it but me, until I told you, I swear to God. I ain't lying, boss, and I ain't drunk. Say—don’t give it up, boss. That man of yours likely don’t believo.it, because he don’t know anything about it. I do—I could find it. ” A silence followed. Mr. Sleight re¬ mained completely absorbed in his papers for some moments. Then glancing at the Lascar, lie took liis peu, wrote a hurried note, folded it, addressed it, and, holding it between his fingers, leaned back in his chair. “If you choose to take this note to my man, he may give it another show. Mind, 1 don’t say that he will. He's going to Sacramento to-night, but you could go down there and fincVhlm before ho starts, lie's got a room there, I believe. While you’re waiting for him, you might keep your eyes open to satisfy yourself. ” “Ay, ay, sir,” said the sailor, eagerly endeavoring to catch the eye of his em¬ ployer. But Mr. Sleight looked straight before him, and he turned to go. “The Sacramento boat goes at 9." said Mr. Sleight quietly. This time their glances met, and the Lascar’s eye glistened with subtle intelli¬ gence. The next moment lie was gone, and Mr. Sleight again became absorbed in his papers: Meanwhile Renshaw was making liis way back to the Pont! that light hearted optimism that lir.d characterized Iris parting with Sleight. It was this quality of his nature, fostered perhaps by the easy civilization in which he moved, that had originally drawn him into re¬ lations with the man he had just quitted; a quality that had ireen troubled and darkenel by those relations, yet, when they v.vre broken, at once returned. It conseqa ally did not occur to him that he had only selfishly compromised with the difficulty; it seemed to him enough that he had withdrawn from a compact he thought dishonorable; he was not called upon to betray his partner in that com¬ pact merely to benefit others. He had been willing to incur suspicion and loss to reinstate himself in his self respect, more he could not do without justify¬ ing that suspicion. The view taken by Sleight was, after all, that which most business men would take—which even the unbusinesslike Nott would take—which the girl herself might be tempted to listen to. Clearly he could do nothing but aban¬ don the Pontiac and her owner to the fate he could not in honor avert. And even that fate was problematical. It did not follow that the treasure was still con¬ cealed in the Pontiae, nor 1hat Nott would be willing to sell her. He would make some excuse to Nott—he smiled to think he would probably be classed in the long line of absconding tenants—he would say good by to limey, ana wave tor nstern- meato that right. He ascended l!»o state* to the gangway with a freer breast than when he first entered the ship Mr. Nott wn3 evidently absent, and after a quick glance at the half open cabin door, Renshaw turned towards the galley. But Miss Rosey was not in her accus¬ tomed haunt, and with a feeling of disap¬ pointment, which seemed inconsistent with so slight a cause, he cror ' o deck impatiently, and entered ! i. lie Was about to close the dote a the pro¬ longed rustle of a trailing skirt in the passage attracted his attention. The sound was so unlike that made by any garment worn by Rosey that he unfilled motionless, with his hand on e door. The sound approached nearer, and the uext moment a white veiled figure with a trailing skirt slowly swept past the room. Renshaw’s pnlses halted for an instant in half superstitious awe. As the appari¬ tion glided on and vanished in the cabin iloor he could only see that it was the form of u beautiful and graceful woman —but nothing more. Bewildered and curious, he forgot himself so far as to follow it, and impulsively entered the cabin. The figure turned, uttered a little cry, threw the veil aside, and showed the half troubled, half blushing face of Rosey. “I—beg—your pardon, Renshaw; “I didn’t know it was you. “1 was trying on some things,” said Rosey, recovering her composure and pointing to an open trunk that seemed to contain a theatrical wardrobe—“some things father gave me long ago. I wanted to see if there was anything I could use. I thought I was all alone in the ship, but fancying I heard a noise forward I came out to see what it wbs. I suppose it must have been you.” She raised her clear eyes to liis, with a slight touch of womanly reserve that was so incompatible with any vulgar vanity or girlish coquetry (hat he became the more embarrassed. Her dress, too, of a slightly antique shape, rich but simple, seemed to reveal and accent a certain re¬ pose of gentlewomanliness, that ho was now washing to believe he had always noticed. Conscious of a superiority in her that now seemed to change their re¬ lations completely, he alone remained si¬ lent, awkward and embarrassed before the girl who had taken care of his room, and who cooked in the galley! What he had thoughtlessly considered a merely vulgur business intrigue against her stupid father, now to his extravagant fancy as¬ sumed the proportions of a sacrilege to herself. “You’ve had your revenge, Miss Nott, for the fright I once gave you,” he said a little uneasily, “for you quite startled me just now as you passed. I began to think the Pontiac was haunted. I thought you were a ghost. I don’t know why Buch a ghost should frighten anybody,” he went on with a desperate attempt to recover his position by gallantry. “Let me see— that's Donna Elvira's dress—is it not?” “That's Donaa Elvira's dress—is it not?" “I don’t think that was the poor woman's name,” said Rosey simply; “she died of yellow fever at New Orleans as Signora somebody.” Her ignorance seemed to Mr. Renshaw so plainly to partake more of the nun than the provincial that he hesitated to explain to her that he meant the heroine of an opera. “It seems dreadful to put on the poor thing’s clothes, doesn't it?” she added. Mr. Renshaw’s eyes showed so plainly that he thought otherwise that she drew a little austerely towards the door of her stateroom. “I must eh * ~e these things before any one comes,” ; he said dryly. “That means I must go, I suppose. But couldn’t you let me wait here or in the gangway until then, Miss Nott? I am go¬ ing away to-night, and I mayn't see you again. ” He had not intended to say this, but it slipped from his embarrassed tongue. She stopped with her baud on the door. “You arc going away}” “I—think—I must leave to night. I have some important business in Sacra¬ mento.” She raised her frank eyes to liis. The unmistakable look of disappointment that he saw in them gave his heart a sudden throb and sent the quick blood to liis cheeks. “It’s tr bad,” she said, abstractedly. “Nobody t . r seems to stay here long. Capt. Bov> r promised to tell me all about the ship ir.d he went away the second week. The photographer left before he finished th- picture of the Pontiac; Mon¬ sieur de Ferrieres has just gone, and now you are going. ” “Perhaps, unlike them, I have finished my season of usefulness here,” he replied, with a bitterness he would have recalled the next moment. But Ro6ey, with a faint sigh, saying, “I won’t be long,” en¬ tered the state room and closed the door iiehind her. Renshaw bit his lip and pulled at the long silken threads of his mustache until they smarted. Why had he not gone at once? Why was it necessary to say he might not see her again—and if he had said it, why should he add anything more? What was he waiting for now? To en¬ deavor to prove to her tbbt he really boro no resemblance to Capt. Bower, the pho¬ tographer, the crazy Frenchman de Fer¬ rieres? Or would he be forced to tell her that he was running awav from a con- ■piracy to defraud "her father—mere!) tor something to say? Was there ever such tolly? Rosey was “not long,’' as she had said, but he was beginning to pace the narrow cabin impatiently when the door opened and she returned- She had resumed her ordinary calico gown, but such was the Impression left upon Henshaw’s fancy that she seemed to wear it with a new grace. At any other time he might have recognized the change ns clue to a new corset, which strict veracity compels me to record Rosey had adopted for the first time that morn¬ ing. Howbeit, her slight coquetry seemed to have passed, for she closed the open trunk with a return of her old listless air, and sitting on it rested her elbovrs on her knees and her oval elfiu in her hands. “I wish you would do me a favor," she said, after a reflective pause. “Let me know what it is and it shall bo done,” replied Renshaw, quickly. “If you .should come across Monsieur de Ferrieres, or hear of him, I wish yon would let me know. He was very poorly when he left here, and 1 should like to know if he was lietter. He didn't say where he was going. At least, he didn’t tell father; but 1 fancy he and father don't agree.” “I shall be very glad of having even that opportunity of making you reniem- "bar rtfF, -iMUPNGu, 1 *¥Fun imi ■ with a faint smile; “I don’t suppose either that it would la: very difficult to get new., of your friend—everybody seems to know him.” “But not as I did,” said Rosey, with an abstracted little sigh. Mr. Renshaw opened liis brown eyes upou her. Was he mistaken? Was this romantic girl only a little coquette, play¬ ing her provincial airs on him? “Yon say he and your father didn't agree? That means, I suppose, that you aiul bo agreed —and that was the result.” “I don’t think father knew anything about it,” said Rasey, simply. Mr. Renshaw rose. And this was wlmt he had been waiting to hear! “Perhaps,” he said, grimly, “you would also like news of the photographer and ('apt. Bower, or did your father agree with them 1 att.ter?” “No," said. Rosey quietly. She re¬ mained silent for a moment, and lifting her lashes said, “Father always seemed to agree with you, and that”—she hesi¬ tated. “That’s why you don’t.” “I didn't say that,” said Rosey with an incongruous increase of coldness and color. “I only meant to say it was that which makes it seem so hard you should go now.” Notwithstanding his previous determi¬ nation KenLinw found himself sitting down again. Confused and pleased, wish¬ ing he had said more—or less—he said nothing, and Rosey was forced to con¬ tinue. “It’s strange, isn’t it—but father wrs urging me this morning to make a visit to some friends at the old Ranch. I didn’t want to go. I like it much lietter here. ” “But you cannot bury yourself litre forever, Miss Nott,” said Renshaw with a sudden burst of honest enthusiasm. “Sooner or later you will be forced to go where you will be properly appreciated, where you will be admired and courted, where your slightest wish will tie law. Believe me, without flattery, you don’t know your own power.” “It doesn't seem strong enough to keep even the little I like here,” said Rosey with a slight glisteuing of the eyes. “But,” she added hastily, “you don't know how much the dear old ship is to me. It's the only home I think 1 ever had.” “But the Ranch?” said Renshaw. “The Ranch seemed to be only the ohl wagon halted in the road. It was n very little improvement on out doors,” said Rosey, with alittle shiver. “But this is so cozy and snug and yet so strange and foreign. Do you know I think I began to understand why I like it so since yoq taught me so much about ships and voyages. Before that I only learned front books. Books deceive you, I think, more than people do. Don’t you think so?” She evidently did not notice the quick ( covered his cheeks and (flush that ap¬ parently dazzled his troubled eyelids, for she went on confidentially. “I was thinking of you yesterday. I was sitting by the galley door, looking forward. You remember the first day I saw you when you startled me by coming up out of the hatch?” “I wish you wouldn’t thiuk of that,” said Renshaw, with more earnestness than he would have made apparent. “I don’t want to cither," said Rosey, gravely, “for I’ve had a strange fancy about it. I saw once when 1 was younger, a picture in a print shop in Montgomery street that haunted me. I think it was called ‘The Pirate.’ There was a number of wicked looking sailors lying around the deck, and coming oat of a hatch was one figure with his hands on the deck and n cutlass in his mouth.” “Thank you,” said Renshaw. "You don’t understand. He was kar¬ ri ■ looking, not at all like you. I n^.'er t). ight of him when I first saw you; but ti e other day I thought how dreadful it fn; H have been if someone like him and not like you bad come up then. Tiuit made me nervous sometimes of I icing alone. I think father is too. He often goes about stealthily at night, as if lie was watching for something.” Henshaw’s face grew suddenly dark. Could it be possible that Sleight had always suspected him. and set spies to watch—or was he guilty of some double intrigue? “He tiiin* s.” continued Rosey with a faint smite, “that some one is looking around the ship, and talks of setting Ix-ar traps. I hope you’re not mad. Mr Ren¬ shaw,” she added, suddenly catching si :ht of his changed expression, at my f(V ilishness in saying you remiiv 1 '- ’ : •• of the pirate. I meant nothin.*." "I Luo.-, you’re incapable ot ..mug an; .hi i r but good to anybody, Miss Nott; perinc... ! . me more than I deserve,” said Renshaw with a sudden burst of feeling. “I wish—I wish—you would do me a fa¬ vor. You asked me one just now.” He had taken her hand. It seemed so like a mere illustration of his earnestness that she did not withdraw it. “Your father tells you everything. If he has any offer to dispose of the ship, wfil yon write to me at onceoerat mfijtm. * <*«*>«ufle*?” He winced ft little—the sentente of flelght, “What’s the figure yon and she have set¬ tled upon 5 ” flashed across his mind. He scarcely noticed that Rosey had withdrawn her hand coUliy. “Perhaps you had last ter speak to fa¬ ther, as It is his business. Besides I shall not lie T shall be at the Ranch. ” “But yo aid you didp’t want to “I’ve changed my mind.” mid Rosey listlessly. "I shall go to night,” She rose as it to indicate that the inter¬ view was ended. With an overpowering instinct that his whole future happiness depended upon his next act, he made % step toward her. with eager outstretched hand Rut she slightly lifted her own with a warning gesture, “I hear father coming—yon will have n chance to talk business with him,” she said, and van¬ ished Into her stateroom [to m co>.*TlX£*jet>.J . * ..a -*m *- v ——w- Tm hi i i i i m a—»i au*— Vci m inlstr atrlx’s Sale n> •> .! u iiiiSei granted hy the Court 1 rdinir o’tltiig County, Georgia, I . ; I L U i -(. bidder Iw-torc the K • f t •m I "vi e inh- alcing Coimly, i <:•' lh>! In a day i a February g * • t'-grfi hours of sale, the fob / .< i.h-d i>r,ijx-rty tt-vrit: 257 ft‘ i*'-- I <h more or less, 1 1 Mb Zion Die the ;,i t, place 8puiil;i;g I'ui'ty, Georgia, known at u here It. P C owder lived at the lime of his death, and bounded cast by F E. J. Drawry Bowden and and 8. I). Williamson, eoulh by 4L Mrs. Yarbrough, west by W II. Crowder and J. L. Maynard, and north by ject <» Norton. Terms of safe, cash Sold sub¬ to a mortgage in favor of the Georgia Loan and Trust Company. This property having been, on the 1st Crowder Tuesday in December, hid off by 11. Cad for f2,300 and lie Living failed to comply witli the terms of salo nud pay the amount of his bid and the Administratrix having is sold offtred at the him risk a deed, the above proper ty of said R. C. Crowder. . HARRIET S. CROWDER, Administratrix of R. P. OowdcrJ’dec’d. ♦000. Administrator’s Sale. of By Ordinary virtue of an order granted by Ihe Court of Spalding County, wifi Iks sold to door highest bidder, before the Court house in said county, on the first Tuesday in February next,within the legal hours of sale, the following property, towit: One hundred and one and a quarter acres of U'ld more or less, :n Union District of Bpaldh-.g Com being hounded the sonth half of lot of hi.id No. north by &, A. ii <fe A, O, EerUs east by lands of estate of J E. Allen and the south and west by Thfmi s Moore. 8 as the property ot .Tam s j i. r .’t\ Itfie of said oounty. now deceased. ; . is well im¬ proved, woodland is well watered ami s , . some good od it. Terms cash. N. M COLLENB, fi’OO. Administrator. February Sheriff’s Sales. vy ILL BF. HOLD ON Til E FIRST TTTES- !f hours day in of February next, t>» tween the le¬ gal House, sale, before il.u door of the Court in the city i f Griffin, Spalding County, Georgia, the following described property, to wit: One house au-1 lot m the city of Griffin, containing one-fourth of r.n acre, more or less, and known as tho Thomas lot, bounded north by lot of Mrs. Fannie Brown, west by 8Ixtli street, south by lot of Mrs. Thomas, east by lot of Ferry Williams. Sold as the property of T. A. Warren by virtue of aft fa issued of C. from L. Pitts Spalding Superior Court in fav¬ or und B P. Blanton, trans¬ feree, vs. T. A. Warren. Tenant in posste- sion legally notified. 13.00. Also, at th** same time and place, one saw mill carriage, saw frame, circular saw, track and frame, and large belt, each and every piece connected with tho saw mill and sold to be delivsred at the the premises where the saw infills now located, in Lino Creek dis¬ trict, at the F. A. Putman saw mill. Sold by virtue of a mortgage fi fa issued from Spnlding Blanton Superior F. A, Putman. Court in favor of $3.00. W. M. vs sold Also, at the same time and place, wily be one and one-fourth acres of land, more or Oounty. less, in Georg!i, the second district of Spalding bounded north by C. II. Osborn,‘east south, by a road rum i g nor h and sonth by a road running east and west, and west by Col. W T Trammell. Bold aa the property of Warren Fuller, to satisfy one ft fa issued frem the Justice Court of the 1001st district. G. M., in favor of J. C. King for the use of Talbott Brothers vi. Warren Fuller Levy made by G G. Johnson, L. C , and turned over to me Tenant in possession legally Also, notified. ffi.OO. sold twenty at the same of time land in and the place, northwest wifi be acres ern corner of lot of land number ten la the 1007th District,G. M.,of Spalding Count), bounded north by a road dividing said laud from lot number eleven, on the east by land of J. D Boyd, anil south and west by a part of said lot, blonging to 8. W. Leak. Levied on and sold as the property of 8. W. Leak to satisfy one fi fa issued from Spald¬ ing Superior Court in favor *f Lockwood A MoClintock vs a. W Ijeak. Tenant in pos¬ session legally notified. id.00. ALo, at tha same time and place, will be sold fifty acres of land, being the east half of one hundred acres oil of lot number nine ty-six known as part of Chatfield lot, bound ed as follows: on the north by Hie hard Man- ley, east by Stilwcll <fc Keith, south by John Ransom place, and west by land of Beaton Grantland. Levied on and sold as the prop¬ erty of it. 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