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THE MARKED MAN
#2 A Romance of the Great Lakes 4
L By Karl W. Detzer R
THE STORY
From his French-Canadian
mother, Norman Erickson inherits
a distaste for life on the water,
which is beyond the understand
ing of his father, Gustaf, veteran
deep-water sailor. At Mrs. Er
ickson's death Gustaf determines
to make Norman, who has been
working for a grocer, his partner
in his fishing boat, at once. In
rebellious mood, Normn& seeks
comfort from Julie chaud,
French-Canadian playmate of his
school days. Gustaf, going to the
aid of a drowning friend is crip
nled. After months, Gustaf is in
& measure able to resume his oc
cupation, Ed Baker, young fisher
man, Norman’'s lifelong enemy,
fans ill' feeling between father
and son, and Norman determines
to seek employment in the light
house service. Before he has ac
cepted, Norman refuses to accom
pany his father on a fishing trip,
during a flerce storm,
CHAPTER ll—Continued
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“Out of Madrid Bay,” he answered,
“fished a little with my dad.”
“Madrid Bay, eh? Well, there’s
good sailors out o’ that port. Madrid
Bay fishermen’s the best on the lakes.”
“Where do 1 come in?” Steve Sut
ton demanded.
Norman looked at him appraisingly.
He did not know exactly what to
make of this man Sutton. He seemed
sulky to Norman. Before her father
could answer, Sue spoke.
“I know two or three men from Ma
drid,” she said, and looked at Norman
critically, as if she were comparing
him with them.
Norman flushed. His feelings still
were sore from his father’s berating.
Time enough to tell them of the man
ner in which he left Madrid Bay. ...
“Where'd you sail,” the captain in
sisted, “’sides out of Madrid?”
“Nowheres,” Norman admitted. He
felt that he was not telling the whole
gruth. His father would have denled
that he ever sailed out of Madrid.
“Nowheres.” he repeated.
“] fished in my father’s boat. I only
fished a few weeks. Don’t care for
fishing.”
A recollection of Madrid Bay flashed
across his mind. Of a dozen fisher
men who listened no doubt to his fa
ther’s story after he left. He knew
that before this, to anyone who would
heed, Gustaf had accused him of be
ing afraid. Once more across his
memory passed that whole scene this
morning. It couldn’t have been just
this morning when he drove Ed Baker
from his father’s shanty, only to be
driven himself a few minutes later,
B 4 Baker . . . the gosslp . . .
he wished he had fought Ed Baker
this morning. That would have been
one pleasant memory of Madrid Bay.
Sue arose severely and adjusted the
wick of the lamp. The two men looked
at Norman. There was surprise in the
expressions of both, not hostility, only
surprise. He had never sailed.
“My father 18 Gustat Erickson,”
Norman added. “He was a sailor.”
Steve Sutton shruggéd. Captain
Stocking let a disturbed “Well, well!”
escape him at length. Then he shook
his head as if the matter were much
too deep for his after-supper mind,
and darted toward the window.
“Wasn't that a boat?” he asked.
“Boat?” Sutton answered. “There's
a bad sea still runnin’. Nobody with
sense would come pokin' down here
in a boat tonight. . . .”
“l ean Imagine a few persons with
sense doing so,” Susan said promptly,
There was an edge to her volce,
“Girls sometimes enjoy having call
ers.” She went toward the door,
Samuel Stocking looked after her
suspiciously. “This time o' evenin'?”
he asked. He yawned, stretched hls
arms above his head and came away
from the window. “It's nine o'clock,”
he sald. “That wasn't no boat. Sue
was just hopin' 1t was”
Sutton rose and took the keeper's
place at the window. He had become
nervous suddenly.
Captain Stocking spoke of golng to
bed.
“You better take first watch to
night,” be bade Norman. “Won't any
thing happen. Stir me out at elght
bells.” He paused, observing that Nor
man looked puzzled. “Don't know the
bells? Well, well . . . Steve, what
you think of this? Here's a young
man alp't sure of the bells! Well,
couldn't expect much else, growin' up
on land. It's all right, I'll teach you.
Eight bells is midnight. So's four
o'clock, and eight tomorrow morning.
Clock rings ‘em every half-bour,
Twelve-thirty starts it. That's one
bell . . . every balf-hour up to
four o'clock, then begin all over, Well,
well, you got lots to learn around
bere.” He was unfastening his shoes,
“Bless my soul, that was a boat!"
Volces sounded In the corridor. The
door opened. Norman feit a chilliness
at the roots of his balr, felt hot sud.
denly, felt angry, felt beaten and
ashamed. Grioning at him, by the
side of Sue Stocking, who looked just
a 8 disturbingly sure of herself as
ever, stood Fid Baker, bearer of tales
from Madrid Bay.
CHAPTER 111
Coward!
Norman stared incredulously at Ba
ker's robustious presence. There was
something threatening in his assur
ance, in his -smiling face. Like an
emissary out of the past he came to
harass Gustaf Erickson’s son whose
sinyle desire was to forget the past.
Baker spoke first.
“It's you, Is it?” He showed no
surprise. “You're the new assistant?
Sue didn’t tell be that! Your old
man's kind of broke up, you runnin’
away from him. , . .”
“What's that?” Captain Stocking
demanded. “What's that you say?
Run away?” he repeated. .
Balker laughed. “You figger on hold
ing on to this boy?” he asked Captain
Stocking.
“Aye. Assistant keeper. And what
about 1t?”
Baker lighted a cigarette. *“This is
Gustaf Erickson’s gon,” he said. He
addressed Captain Stocking. *“Gus
taf's a fisherman down at Madrid.
His boy run out on him early this
morning. The old man nigh had a
stroke. “Gustaf’s been sick,” he ex
plained. *“He asked this deep-divin’
mariner to take him out to the banks
today., He needed to lift his nets.
The boy wouldn't go. His old man’s
all broke up tonight. Says this fel
low’s always been a cargo of trouble.
Always been scart o’ the water. . . .”
“Well, well, well!” Capr*ain Stock-
Ing murmured. : .
“Baker, you're a liar! And a thief!
AR 0
“Here, here!” Stocking interrupted.
“None ¢' such talk gces aboard my
light.”
Baker laughed again, His eyes
glowed unpleasantly. Sue Stocking,
who had been listening in silence,
glanced from him to the new assist
ant keeper. Norman's pale blue eyes
were filled with anger but she saw
no fear in them.
“Let’'s get this straight,” she said.
“If this boy’s not going to fit we'd
better know it now. What's this about
always being afraid of water?”
“Nothing!” Norman again spoke
sharply. “My father . « . was un
reasonable. Goiag out in that storm
would have killed him today. No one
went out!” His volce raised. “You
didn’t go out!” he challenged Baker.
“] didn’t bave any oets set,” the
other answered lightly. “And it’s not
me that’s calling you scared. All I'm
tellin’ these folks is what your old
man says. Ee ought to know. He
says you was no son to him. Says
you had the green scares at goin’ out
in a bit of breeze. . . .
“A bit of breeze?” put in Steve Sut
ton. “I'll say it was a bit!”
Baker ignored him.
“You never was hankering to go
afloat was you, Norm?" he asked,
“No,” Norman aaswered slowly, “no
I never was. And I'z: not now. Most
thing I'm hankering for now is to see
how much punishment you can take
and come through alive. ~ . .” He
moved forward.
“Sit down, Erickson !” Cagtain Stock
ing commanded. *“ldee o' such talk
and such goin’scon! Sit down, 1 tell
you! I'm master here!”
Norman's temper cooled. *I ecan’t
.« .« can’t teil all that's happened,
Captain Stocking. My father Is better
off when I'm not there. He ordered
me away . . . meant t!”™ He
fought for words. His legs and feet
were numb. He felt the girl's mercl
less eyes staring at the back of his
head. “He'd have sunk the boat if
he'd gone out In that blow this morn-
Ty
“You wouldn't leave him sink you,
Norman, would you?" asked Baker.
“You're a sallor, eh? The hardest
sallin’ storm chaser on the lake meb
be? It you are, your old man don't
guess it! He says you got the scare,
and he's sailed a bit, seen a bit, In
bis time.”
Baker turned to Susan. “It was
you | came to see,” he sald. “Didn't
figger on meeting this tadpole.”
Norman started to follow the two
out of the door, It was Captain Stock
ing's sbort “Her 2 you!" that halted
him,
Steve Sutton arose from his .chalr,
“1 don't like that dogfish!" he com
plained.
“Don't llke him” the keeper de
manded. “What of It? Guess he don't
like you. What of that? The lake
is full of don't-llkes.” He turned on
Norman, “What war his meaning
about you and your paw?”
“Nothing much,” Norman wet his
lips. It was difficuit to explain, How
could he make this o'd sallor under
stand any more than he bhad his fa
ther? Desperately b wet his lips. “1
wasn't alming to be a fsherman,” he
sald, “My f(ather is stubborz some
times. He wanted me to fish along
with bhim.”
“And you «,t an appointment here
Instead?”
Norman shook Lis head gloomlily,
“Not exactly. 1 got fn. But I wasn't
intending to keep it.”
. “Not Intend'ng to heep 1t?" Captain
Stocking removed hls spectacles an
grily. “What kind of monkey shine
was that? You think this lighthouse
business 1s a game?”
“No, sir, 1 wanted to come here.
Only I saw 1 ought to fish. I was all
fixed in my mind to go partners. To
day he put me out. There wasn't
any mistaking what he meant.,” The
clock ticked twice. “I don't like fish
ing . . .” he paused lamely,
“Don't like fishing? Why not? Why
wasn't you for goin' partners? Why
your paw put you out?”
Captain Stocking had taken off his
blue uniform coat and stood in his
shirt-sleeves, his lips pursed out like
a fat public inquisitor. Steve Sutton
interrupted.
“I never did lay stock In that Bak
er!”
“It don't matter what you lay stock
in,” the keeper answered. “l 1 got more
to say to Erickson. | want to know
what else Baker was aiming at. Have
you got the name of coward down at
Wadrid? If so, it's best you quit this
service before you start. No place for
fear. We're old seamen In It mostly,
skippers and m tes of the saliling
days. Good men!”
“I'm not afraid! I'm not here to be
preached at! I'm not here to have
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down my throat! I'll thrash Baker
this time! TH . ,»
“Stead-d-dy 1”
“It's Baker,” declared Sutton. “He'’s
always makin’ trouble, always holler
in' at somebody. Called me a beach
comber the othér day. | can’t come
up here no more ’'thout seein’ him.
As long as he hangs around these
moorin’s, they's plenty o’ other places
for me. Good night, Captaln Sam’l.
Good night, Erickson.”
He stamped down the steps and
across the sand. Captain Stocking
turned distractedly to Norman.
“You've never salled anywhere?” he
asked.
Norman shook bis head firmly, Cap
tain Stocking was shaking his also as
he went to the door. He opened it for
bis daughter and Baker. A
“Was that the brave boy running?”
Baker asked. “No? Still here? Must
have been nice Mr, Sutton leaving us
then, What you sweating about, Nor
man? I don't mind seeing you sweat 1"
Sue Stocking took off her scarf,
with her shoulders severely straight,
and hung it dellberately in a coat
closet. \
“Ed's set me right shout this Er
{ekson,” she told her father bluntly.
She pald no attention to Norman.
From her detached manner he might
not have been In the room, “He's got
the name of an unspeakable coward
up at Madrid Bay.”
“Coward? Come, come, Susan!”
Baker was smiling, a grim, self.
satisfied smile. He unfastened the
strap of his sou'wester from a button
on his slicker where it had bung,
“I'd best be golng,” he declded, “It's
getting late.” He turned famillarly to
Susan. “I'll run down next Thursday
evenin' If the weather's decent., We
can toke a bit of a ride out Battle
Ax way . . . what you think?"
“Yes,” Sue answered, “that would
be all cight,” She held out her hand.
Captain Stocking nodded abstract
edly. Norman's face was hard. He
felt a bom:‘g rage In his throat,
“I'll tell the boys you're sufe,” Bak.
er taunted, and opened the door,
Norman stepped after him, *“Hold
on, E 4,” be cailed out, *1 want a word
with you.”
His vol ‘e sounded flat to his sensl
tivs ears. How his throat hurt! What
a castiron Image this girl looked!
How astonished the eaptain, like o
fidgety old woman |
In the parior of the lighthouse Cap
tain Stocking took off his spectacles,
wiped them vigorously and propped
them back on his raspberry nose,
Sue relaxed.
“A cownrd, dad, | guess that fixes
wim. And | thought | llked him*
Captaln Stocking walked the floor,
“Looks bad," he agreed. “But may
CHARLTON COUNTY HERALD
be he all't really scared. Maybe he
can't help it if he is. Once you get
scart of water, you always cariy fit,
like a black cat on the shoulders.
Give the lad a chanct, Sue, Get both
ends of this case. I've heard sea law
yers make scoundrels out'n good lads
afore now, . . .
He stopped and they both listened.
Voices were arguing on the beach.
“What did you ever do?" Baker
cried once. Then Norman Erickson’s
voice, on fire with anger:
“I'll drown you deeper'n a lost an
chor, Ed Baker, if there's any more!”
Their voices flared up a second time
and then died away completely. Fa
ther and daughter walted nervously.
The new assistant was breathing hard
when he re-entered the room. His
blue eyes flashed with a chill anl
mosity. He ignored Sue.
“I'm to call you at midnight, sir?”
he asked Captain Stocking,
“S6h:y .. 0O .. . walta min
ute, Erickson, Thinge s upset to
night. It's after ten now. We better
make Just two even watches of it to
night. Turn me out at three bells
. « .« half past one, I'll take till
morning. I don’t need much sleep.”
Sue wound the clock. Captain Stock
ing pursed his lips reflectively. He
chose to ignore the scene just over,
“Ed must be having trouble start
ing his boat,” Sue said. “lI haven't
heard the engine . . .”
“He's pumping her,” Captain Stock
ing suggested.
“l can take the watch, sir,” Norman
repeated, “if you want to turn in.”
Sue went to the window. Norman,
eyeing her, saw a suspicious hardness
cover her face. He left the room, 1l
at ease, and on the step outside the
front door stared up soberly at the
light,
Sue Stocking came out of the door
behind him,
“I'm going down and see what's
holding Ed,” she sald determinedly.
She ran down the steps, brushing Nor
man's coat sleeve. He watched her
uncertainly as she turned to the right
around the house. He was tempted
to follow,
She was gone perhaps a minute.
And then her voice sounded up from
the wash, breathless, as if she were
frightened.
“Ed!” she called.
Captain Stocking padded to the
door, His plump face was red with
perspiration. Norman made room for
him to pass, then followed him. Un
consciously they started together to
ward the beach.
“Father!” they heard Sue cry. There
was no doubt about it this time. She
wanted help.
Norman raced through the sand. He
heard Captain Stocking pant llke a
winded dog at his heels.
Sue Stocking was kneeling In the
wet pebbles, trying to lift a man. Nor
man leaned down, with a eick feeling
in bis stomach, and turned the fellow
over, It was Baker, all right . , .
Baker with blood on his flat features
and his mouth partly open, showing his
teeth,
“I think he’s dead,” Sue sald harsh:
Iy.
Norman caught his breath, This
matter concerned him some way. In
the moment's panic he could not tell
to just what extent,
“Pick bim up, you two, carry him
Unable to Live Even Hours Without Water
The most amazing race of human
beings is undoubtedly the EI Moro, &
tribe of “fishmen,” who linhabit the
desert wastes bordering Lake Rudolf
In Kenya colony, Africa. This tribe
represents the only known specimens
of semi-amphiblous people, and It is a
curious fact that any tribesman dles
if he Is kept withont water for about
three hours, As a rule they drink
every hour during the day, for even
an hour and a half without water
causes cracking and bleeding of the
lips. The EI Moro tribesmen spend
their days swimming In the waters of
Lake Rudolf, and fishing from frall
rafts constructed with palm branches.
Fish 1s almost their only diet, and
they have no opportunity of varylng
their menu unless they are fortunate
enough to spear a hippopotamus. The
water of Lake Rudolf is undrinkable
to anyone but the El Moro, for It con
Overcoming Objections
Little Trodas, uge five, Is always
glad to see her munt come to spend
the night, and thinks It quite a treat
to get up and eat breakfast with ber
the following morning, which Is al
ways übout four hours earlier than
ghe ils usually permitted to arise. At
§:9O p. m, the aunt was trying to ex.
plain that it made little girls cross to
get up 8o early, so Trudas began to
untle her shoe, and sald, “I'll be golng
to bed right now, then”
Paper From Reeds
A Shanghal paper mill Is utilizing
the reeds which grow In profusion
along the river banks as a raw mate
rinl, Its empacity Is about 45,000
reumms o yeur,
in,” Sue sald. “Hurry, if you know
how "
She ran ahead. ’ |
Baker was a heavy man for all hll:
shortness of stature. Norman'’s eyes
clouded so that he could not see as
he lifted him In his arms, Captain
Stocking puffed beside him.
They reached the house door. Sue
waited in the parlor, a basin of water
dripping in her hands; her face was
white but all the tumult was gone
from f{t.
“Put him down here on the couch.
Bring the lamp.”
“He’s breathing all right,” Norman
sald roughly. “Feel him breathing
ugainst me, Don't cry.”
“l never cry,” sald Sue Stocking.
He arose weakly and looked at her.
There was blood streaking his sleeve
and the front of his coat. He tried to
rub it off.
“Hit in the back of the head,” Cap
taln Stocking whispered.
Father and daughter turned slowly,
as if a mechanical belt were twisting
them. They looked accusingly at Nor
man., Sue’'s eyes were merciless.
“You don't thipk 1 did 1t?" He
caught himself. *Better get a doctor,”
he said dully, “reach McCarthy on the
phone,”
Captain Stocking shook his head.
“Wind took our line down last night,
There’s one over at the coast guard.
Captain Parisb’ll call bim, . ~ *
“I'll run,” Norman promised.
He was glad to be out of the room,
out of the presence of Ed Baker’'s flat
bloody face, out of the range of Sue
Stocking’s eyes. He arrived at the
coast guard station just as the watch
In the tower sounded six bells. The
look-out awakened the captain. While
Norman walted, Captain Parish tele
phoned Copperhead.
“One o' my patrol will meet youw
at the malin road,” Norman heard him
instruct Doctor McCarthy, *“There's
a man hurt at the lighthouse . . .
don't know how . . . don’t know
any more at all. You'll start right
away?" ;
He came from the telephone.
“Blood?” he asked, pointing at Nor
man's jacket,
“Yes, blood. 1 carried him,” ;
“Fix a lantern, Anderson,” Captalg
Parish bade the look-out. “I'll ge
along back with this assistant.”
He returned immediately in ollsking
and boots. Norman walked silently
beslde him, giving no particulars. In
the parlor of the lighthouse Captale
Stocking walted restlessly. Sue stood
at the foot of the.couch stiff as a
tamarack spar. The filsherman wag
conscious, hls eyes were wide open,
“Evenin’, Josiah,” Samuel Stocking
greeted the coast guard captaln.
“Evenin’, Sam’l,” Captain Parish an
swered. “What's it about?”
“About?” Ed Baker muttered. *1
can tell ye!” He moved his head
slowly, and lifted one hand, pointing
a thick, stubby, shaking finger at Nor
man,
“I was getting in my boat,” he cried,
“Erickson hit me behind. He'd sald
he was goin’ to drown me, ~ . ."
He closed his eyes and lay still,
Norman stared unbelievingly at him,
He felt dizzy suddenly. The room
was stuffy. He must have alr. Ho
staggered toward the door, heard Sue
Stocking speak sharply:
“You disgusting coward!”
(TO BE CONTINUED,)
tains a large quantity of soda and hax
an objectionable taste. The propos
tlon ot soda In that lake Increases
yearly, and it Is belleved to be this
fact that has caused the “fishmen” te
become a deformed race,
Desert Cannibalism
A teacher In Indiapa told her pri
mary class about the life of the
desert children; thelr games, clothing,
food, ete. One article of food they
had for dinper was roast kid, The
next day she asked class members to
tell what they had learned about the
chlldren of the desert, The first hand
ralsed was not that of a red-headed
boy on the back seat but the bright.
eyed boy with raven locks, sitting
neer the front who proudly answered,
“They had roasted boy for dinner.”
Famous French Engineer
Ferdinand De Lesseps, who lived
from 18056 to 1804, was the famous
French engineer whe designed und‘
superintended the construction of the
Suez eanul which was completed be
tween the years 15800 and 1500, [l
scheme for cutting a eannl ncross the
Isthmus of Panama led to a financlal
collapse for which De Lesseps wn!
held legally responsible, In his old
nge he was coademned to a term of
Imprisonment, which, however, was
not enforeed,
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Actions Beyond Recall
Just us & stone sends Ity ever-widen
Ing circles ncross s pool Into whick
It has been dropped, wo every act of
yours s muking ripples on the sur
face of time, ripples that rpread ta
beyond your knowledge.~-Gelt,
GEORGIA
STATE NEWS
GEORGIA COTTON
ESTIMATE FOR 1928
IS 1,020,000 BALES
Crop Slightly Under Last Year's
Figure in United States Report
Recently Released.
A’PLANTA. GA.-~The Georgia cotton
crop for 1928 was estimated at
the final cotton report of the year is
sued Saturaday by V. C. Childs, agri
cultural statistician in charge of the
Georgia office of the United States
department of agriculture,
This estimated crop compares:with
1,100,000 standard bales in 1927. The
1928 acreage is placed at 9 per cent
greater than the harvested acreage a
year ago.
The report placed the acreage for
harvest this year at 3,719,000, and
the yleld per acre at approximately
131 pounds, the lowest since 1923. The
vield per acre a year ago was 154
pounds.
Yields in the northern section of the
state varied from fair to good, the re
port showed, with production for the
section running about 2 per cent
above last year.
The coastal plains and part of the
Piedmont section, on the other hand,
were severely handicapped by wet
weather and unseasonably cool tem
peratures, according to the report, As
a result, the south Georgia crop was
fully three weeks late, it was pointed
out. Production was placed at about
38 per cent of the 1927 outturn, in
these sections.
Georgia ginnings prior to December
1, totaled 971,000 running bales, ac
cording to the report. .0
Big Estate Is Bought by Broker
Bainbridge, Ga.—F, M. Mills closed
a deal with Kitchengs and King on
12 lots and five cottages in West
Bainbridge for $7,775, and one lot of
nnimproved land at the intersection of
¢he Bainbridge-Pelham and Whigham-
Vada roads for $5,600 to B. M. Mills.
Kitchengs and King now own prac
lically two-thirds of the real estate
an the industrial town, \
Paving of highway routes number 1
and number 38, with city street pav-
Ing and contracts being let for addi
tional amount of city paving, is boost
ng business and the fall outlook sis
good, according to some of the lead-
Ing business men. {
} Kiwanis Bury “Hard Times"”
Montezuma, Ga. — With a unique
and clever service the Kiwanis Club
it the weekly luncheon conducted the
luneral of a much-talked-of resident
)f the community, “Hard Times.” The
service was led by “Rev.” A. P, Lewis
wnd tributes were paid to the deceased
»y J. P. Walker, B. F. Neal and John
B. Guerry. The concluding number
vas a song, ““Pack Up Your Troubles,”
ter which the “pallbearers” placed
the departed on the dump cart to be
:arried to his final resting place,
Card Playing on Streets Banned
Waycross, Ga.—The mayor and al
lermen of Nahunta have gone on rec
wd as disapproving of card-playing
m the streets, or in front of stores of
‘he town, the position being taken that
‘lt looks bad to strangers visiting Na
wunta.” A citizen’'s committee appear
wd before the hoard of aldermen and
somplained of the practice. No charges
y gambiing were preferred, but the
somplaint was that the habit consti
uted o greve danger to the town,
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‘ Provisions for Orphanage
Midville, Ga.—A car for the Georgla
Baptist Orphanage at Hapeville was
joaded with provigions of all kinds
here. 'The ontire community, regard
ess of denominational affiliations, co
sperated in this enterprise. This car
|s being sent by the Hephzibah Bap
st Associztion. It came from Au
gusta and Midville over the Georgla
and Florida, and from Midville will
pe sent over the Central of Georgla.
Planning Big Highway Opening
Swalinshoro, Ga.--At & meeting of
the Swalnsboro Kiwanis Club, it was
fefinitely decided that the club co
operating with the city of Swalnsboro,
county ofifelals and other civie or
ganizations will celebrate the open-
Ing of federal highway number 1 about
Jauuary 16, when the connecting link
will be completed into Swalosboro,
It 1% the purpose of the Swalnsboro
people to enlist the help of other towns
on the route in making this opening a
groat event,
Big Estate Is Bought by Broker
Thomasville, Ga.-~Gerald Living
ston, ono of the members of the board
of rovernors of the New York Stock
oxchange, has acquired and entered
into possession of some fifteen thou
wand acres, lying part in Georgla and
part across the state line, In Florida,
twenty-five miles southeast of Thom
auville, Of the tract 8,000 acres made
up the plantation formerly owned by
Major Burton Bellamy, along both
wides of the Aucllla river. It Is one of
the biggest deals of this section.