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FRIDAY, JULY 3. The Land of Broken Promises ' = ■■ ■ —~-By DANE COOLIDGE== A Stirring Story of the Mexican Revolution 4 A story of border Mexico, vMd, Intense, such as has never before been written, Is this one of Ameri can adventurers Into the land of manana. Texan, mining engineer, Spanish senor and senorita, peon, Indian, crowd its chapters with clear-cut word pictures of busi ness, adventure and love, against a somber background of wretched armies marching and counter marching across a land racked by revolution and without a savior. (Continued from Wednesday). "Dynamite!” cried the roadmaster, grinning triumphantly as he looked up after the shock; and when the fall of fragments had ceased, and they had fled as if by Instinct from the place, { they struck hands on their narrow es cape. But back at the big house, with everybody giving thanke for their de livery from the powder train, the mas ter mechanic raised a single voice of protest. He kr.ew the sound. He knew that dynamite had not been re sponsible for the crash that smote the ears of the anxious listeners. “’Twas not dynamite!” he yelled. “Powder train be damned! It was No. 9! She was sour as a distillery! She blowed up, I tell ye—she blowed up when she hit the creek!’’ And even after a shower of bullets from the ridge had driven them all to cover he still rushed to those who would listen and clamored that it was the bran. But there was scant time to hold a post-mortem on No. 9, for on the sum mit of a near-by ridge, and overlooking the black tank, the rebels had thrown up a wall in the night, and from the se curity of this shelter they were Indus triously shooting up the town. The smash of the first wild car had been their signal for attack, and as the explosion threw the defenders into confusion they made a rush to take the tank. Here, as on the day before, was stationed the federal garrison, a scant twesSty or thirty men in charge of a boy lieutenant BMng practically out of ammunition a he did not stand on the order of his (going, but as his pelones pelted past the superintendent's house the reor ganized miners, their belts stuffed with cartridges from their own private stock, came charging up from the town and rallied them in the rear. Trained by American leaders they were the only real fighting force to be depended upon unless the Americans themselves should take a hand in the game, and that they could not do without the possibility of serious in- ' -srnational consequences, a chance they could not take except as a last tesort to save the women and children and themselves. In a solid, shouting mass they ewept up the hill together, dropped down be hind the defenses, and checked the as tounded rebels with a volley. Then there was another long-range battle, with every sign of war but the dead, until at last, as the firing slackened from the lack of cartridges, a white flag showed on the ridge above, and the leaders went out for a parley— one of those parleys so character istic of Mexican revolutions, and which in reality mean so little, for both sides know that the words ut tered are meaningless, and should one of them ever result In a surrender the terms of that surrender would not be regarded, once the victims were In the hands of the victors. 1 /‘Properly speaking, Del Rey was In command of the town, but neither the federals nor the miners would recog nize bis authority and the leadership went by default While they waited to hear the rebel demands the Americana took advantage of the trace to bring up hot food from the hotel, where Don Juan de Dios stood heroically at hla post. Let bullets come and go, Don Juan kept his cooks about him. and to those who had doubted his valor hla coffee was answer enough. “W’y, my gracious, Mr. Hooker," he railed, as Bud refreshed himself be tween trips, "ain’t you going to take any up to those women? Don’t drink so much coffee now, but give it to tbs men who fight!” “Ump-um,” granted Bnd with a grin; “they got a skinful of mescal already! What they need Is another carload of ammunition to help ’em shoot their first rebel.” “I thought yon said they wouldn't fight!” twitted Don Juan. “This Is the battle of Fortuna that I was telling you about last week.” "Sure!" answered Bud, “and over there Is the dead!” He pointed to a riot of mescal bot tles that marked the scene of the night’s potations, and Don Juan gave Aim up as hopeless. * "A pile of bottles usually represent the casualty list in a Mexican fight," added Bud as Don Juan moved away. But, jest as he would, Bud saw that the 'nation was serious, for the fool hardy Sonorans had already emptied tbelr cartridge-belts, and their guns were no better than clubs. Unless the rebels had been equally reckless with “I’m Going to Get Those Papers!” their ammunition they had the town at their mercy, and the first thing that they would demand would be the refu gees In the big house. Before that could be permitted the Americans would probably take a hand In the fight, for, while the great majority of the women in the house were Mexican, there were a few Americans, and they would be pro tected regardless of International com plications. But Gracia Aragon was not an American, and she could not claim the protection of these country men of his. The possession of the town; the arms of the defenders; food, clothing and horses to ride —none of these would satisfy them. They would de mand the rich Spanish landowners to be held for ransom, the women first of all. And of all those women hud dled up In the casa grande not one would bring a bigger ransom than Gra cia Aragon. Bud pondered upon the outcome as the emissaries wrangled on the hill side, and then he went back to the corral to make sure that his horse was ease. Copper Bottom, too, might be held for ransom. But, knowing the rebels as he did, Hooker foresaw a different fate, and rather than see him become the mount of some rebel chief tain he had determined, if the town surrendered, to make a dash. Riding by night and hiding In the hills by day he could get to the border In two days. All he needed was a little jerked beef for the trip and he would be ready for anything. So he hurried down to the hotel again and was just making a sack of food fast to his saddle when he heard a noise behind him and turned to face Aragon. For two days the once haughty Don Cipriano had slunk about like a sick cat, but now he wae headed for Gracia’s big roan, and the look In his eyes betrayed his purpose. “Where you going?" demanded Hooker in English, and at the gruff challenge the Spaniard stopped In his tracks. The old, hunted look came back Into his eyeß, he seemed to shrink before the stern gaze of the Texan, and. as the memory of his past misdeeds came over him, he turned as If to flee. But there wae a smile, an amused and tolerant smirk, about the Ameri can's mouth, aqd even for that look of understanding the harried haclen dado seemed to thank him. He was broken now, thrown down from bis pedestal of arrogance and conceit, and as Hooker did not offer to shoot him at sight he turned back to him like a lost dog that seeks but a kind word. Bud kDew that Aragon was entirely at his mercy, that fear had clutched the onoe arrogant Spaniard by the throat, and it was almost worth the anxiety he felt for this man’s daugh ter to see the father cowed. Aragon crawled closer to Bud as if for the protection he could not get from his own people. “Ah, senor!" he whined, “your par don! What?” as he sighted the sack Of meat—"you ora going, too? Ah, my friend"—his eyes lighted up suddenly at the thought—“let me ride with you! I will pay you—yes, anything—but If Bernardo Bravo takes me he will bang me I He has sworn it!” “Well, you got It coming to youl" answered Hooker heartlessly. “But I will pay you well!’’ pleaded Aragon. “I will pay you—” He paused as If to consider what would tempt him and then suddenly he raised bis head. “What Is It you wish above every thing?" he questioned eagerly. "Your title to the mine—no? Blen! Take me to the line —protect me from my enemies—and the papers are yours!” “Havejqju got them with you?” la Author of "THE FIGHTING FOOL,” “HIDDEN WATERS," “THE TEXICAN,” Etc. ' Illustrations by DON J. LAY IN (Copyright, 1914. bv Frank A. Munsey.) quired Hooker with businesslike di rectness. “No, but I can get them!” cried Ara gon, forgetful of everything but his desire to escape. “I can get them while you saddle my horse!” "Where?” demanded Hooker craft ily. “From the agente mineral!” an swered Aragon. “I have a great deal of influence with him, and —” "Bastante!” exploded Bud In a voice which made Aragon jump. “Enough! If you can get them. 1 can! And we shall see, Senor Aragon, whether this pistol of mine will not give me some influence, too!” “Then you will take them?" faltered Aragon as Hooker started to go. "You will take them and leave me for Ber nardo Bravo to—” “Listen, senor!” exclaimed Hooker, halting and advancing a threatening forefinger. “A man who can hire four men to do his dirty work needs no protection from me. You understand that—no? Then listen again. I am going to get those papers. If I hear a word from you I will send you to join your four men.” He touched his gun as he spoke and strode out. into the open, where he beckoned the mineral agent from the crowd. A word in his ear and they went down the hill together, while Don Cipriano watched from above. Then, as they turned into the office, Aragon spat out a curse and went to seek Manuel del Rey. CHAPTER XXIV. in a land of class privilege and offi cial graft It is often only in times of anarchy that a poor man can get his rights. For eight tnonths Hooker had battled against the petty intrigue of Aragon and the agente mineral, and then suddenly, when the times turned to war and fear gripped at their hearts, lie rose up and claimed his own, hold ing out his brawny right hand and de manding the concession of his mine. In a day the whirligig of fortune had turned, and it was the fighting man who dominated. He spoke quietly and made no threats, but the look In his eye was enough, and the agente gave him his papers. Then he wrote out a receipt for the mining tax and Bud stepped forth like a king. With his papers Inside his shirt and a belt of gold around hi- waist there wae nothing left In Mexico for him. Once on his horse and headed for the line and he could laugh at them all. In Gadsden he could show title to Kruger, he could give answer for his trust and look the world In the eye. It had been a long and strenuous fight; a fight made against seemingly insurmountable odds; a fight that had cost him much, but he had won. He had proved the trust Kruger had placed In him, and It had been a fight worth winning. Yes, he was a man now—but his work was not quite done. Up at the big house, with the screeching women around her, was Gracia Aragon, and he owed her something for his rough words. To pay her for that he would stay. Whatever she asked now he would grant It; and If worst came to worst he would take her with him and make good hie promise to PhlL He had given his word and that was enough. Now he had only to wait. It would not be long, for the parley would soon be over, and If the coward ly rurales surrendered the town to the bandits he would make a break for the line and civilization with the girl. It would be a hard ride, and alone he would have no fear of the results, but he would chance It even with the girl rather than leave her. The boy lieutenant, the brothers Mendoza, the superintendent, and Man uel del Rey, all were out on the hill side talking terms with Bernardo Bravo and his chiefs. With the rebels It was largely a bluff, since field glasses had shown them to be short of cartridges; but they had over a thou sand men massed along the ridges and, with courage, could easily take the town. Bud knew that courage was the one thing lacking. It was the one thing that was always lacking In these Mex ican fights. The Mexican bandit takes but little chance when he goes to war. As for the Mendozas and their So noran miners, they were properly chagrined at their waste of ammuni tion and swore by Santa Guadalupe to fight it out with hand grenades. Even us their leaders wrangled the Mexican powder men were busily manufactur ing bombs, and all the while the su- ' perintendent was glancing to the south, for swift couriers bad been sent to Alvarez, the doughty Spanish ha ciendado of the hot country, to beg iiim to come to their relief. Twice before Alvarez had met the rebels. The first time be Spoke them well and they ran off all bis horses. The second time he armed his Yaquls and Yaqui Mayo rancheros against bem and drove them from his domain, inflicting a sanguinary punishment. I Since then he had been Itching to 1 engage them in a pitched battle, and FHE AUGUSTA HERALD, AUGUSTA. GA. when the word reached him he would come. Two hundred and forty Yaquts, all armed with repeating rifles, would follow at his back, and even with his boasted thousands Bernardo Bravo could hardly withstand their valor. So, while the rebels parleyed, demanding a ransom of millions and threatening to destroy the town, the defenders argued and reasoned with them, hoping to kill the time until Alvarez should arrive. In the open space in front of the house the refugees gathered in an anx ious group, waiting for messengers from the front, and as Hooker walked among them he was aware of the ma lignant glances of Aragon. There were other glances ns well, for he had won great favor with the ladles by ditching the powder train, but none from Gra cia or her mother. Bud would not have admitted that he resented this lack of appreciation on the part of Gracia. In fact ho hard ly knew that he did resent It, but ho watched anxiously for any sign of ap proval from this girl who was to be his pardner’s bride should ho conduct her safely to the border. From the beginning the Senora Ara gon had treated him as a stranger, ac cording to the code of her clubs, and Hooker had never attempted to in trude. But if Gracia still remembered that she was an American girl at heart, she forgot to show it to him. To all she was now the proud Spanish lady, thrown with the common people by the stress of circumstances, but far away from them in thoughts. The conference between the leaders dragged on and messengers came and went wdth the news—then, after hours of debate, it broke up suddenly in a row and the emissaries came back on the run. Even at that they narrowly escaped, for the rebels opened fire upon them from the ridgee, and before they could get back to cover the dandy, Manuel del Rey. received a bul let hole through the crown of his hat. A grim smile flickered across Bud’s face as he saw the damage It had wrought, for he knew that Amigo was in the hills —and a bullet shot down hill goes high! Some trace of what was in his mind must have come to Del Rey as he halted in the shelter of the house, for he regarded the Ameri can sternly as Aragon spoke rapidly In his ear. But If they planned ven geanco between them the times were not right, for a rattle of arms came from the lower town and the captain was up and away to marshal his men to the defense. I So far in the siege Del Rey had kept under cover, patrolling the streets and plaza and letting the volunteers fight, but now the war had shifted to his territory and his rurales were run ning like mad. For, matching treach ery against deceit, the rebel leaders had sent men around to clip up near the town and at the first fusillade from the hillside they came charging up the creek. Then it was that the ever-watchful rurales proved their worth. As the rebels appeared In the open they ran to the outlying houses and, fighting from the flat roofs, checked the ad vance until the miners could come to their aid. But in the confusion another party of rebels had rushed down the gulch from the west, and while the fight was going on In the lower town they found lodgment In a big adobe house. And now for the first time there was fight ing in earnest—the house-to-house fighting that is seen at Its worst In Mexico. While women screamed In the casa grande and the Americans paced to and fro on the hill, the boorn of a dynamite bomb marked the begin ning of hand-to-hand. If there was to be a casualty list In this long-looked for battle of Fortuna, the time was at hand when they could begin counting the dead. With a fearlessness born of long fa miliarity with exploalves the Sonoran miners advanced valiantly with their hand grenades baking powder cans filled with dynamite and studded with fulminating caps. Digging fiercely through wall after wall they ap proached unpercelved by the enemy and the first bomb, flung from a roof, filled the adobe with wounded and dead. A dense pall of yellowish smoke rose high above the town and, as bomb after bomb was exploded and the yells of the miners grew louder with each success, the stunned invaders broke from cover and rushed helter-skelter up the gulch. Then there was a prodi gious shouting from the Sonorans and more than one triumphant grenadier swung his can of giant powder by the sling arid let It smash against the bill In a terrific detonation. In the big house all was confusion. Boon the cheer* of the defenders her alded victory and, In spite of all efforts to restrain them, the wives of the miners rushed Into the open to gaze upon the triumph of tbelr menfolk. On the hilltops the Ineffective rebel riflemen rose up from behind their stone wall to stare, until suddenly they, toe, were seized with a panic and ran to and fro like ants. Then, around the curve below the concentrator, a tall man came dashing up on a pure white horse, and behind him, charging as he charged, came the swarthy Yn quis of Alvarez, their new rifles gleam ing In the sun. Up along the hillside and after the fugitives they ran with vengeful eager ness, racing each other for the higher ground and the first shot at the reb els. First Alvarez on his white horse would be ahead, and then, as they en countered rocks, the Yaquls would surge to the front. It was a race and at the same time it was a rout, for, at the first glimpse of that oncoming body of warriors, the cowardly follow ers of Bernardo Bravo took to their heels and fled. But over the rocks no Chihuahuan, no matter how scared, can hope to out distance a Yaqui, and the pop, pop of rifles told the fate of the first luckless stragglers. For the Yaquis, after a hundred and sixty years of guerrilla warfare, never waste a shot; and as snvage yells and the crash of a sud den volley drifted down from the rocky heights the men who had been be sieged in Fortuna knew that death was abroad in the hills. Fainter and fainter came the shots as the pursuit led on to the north and, aB Hooker strained his eyes to follow a huge form that intuition told him was Amigo, he was wakened suddenly from hla preoccupation by the touch of some unseen hand. He was in the open with people all about him —• Spanish refugees, Americans, trium phant miners and their wives—but that touch made him forget the battle above him und instantly think ofl Gracia. He turned and hurried back to the corral where Copper Bottom was kept, and there he found her waiting, with her roan all saddled, and she chal lenged him with her eyes. The sun gleamed from a pistol that she held In her hnnd, and again from her golden hair, but he saw only her eyes, so brave and daring, and the challenge to mount and ride. Only for a moment did he stand be fore her gaze, and then he caught up his saddle and spoko soothingly to his horse. They rode out of the corral together, closing the gates behind them and passing down a gulch to the rear. All the town lay silent below them as they turned toward the west ern pass. The time had come. Well he knew the dangers that lay between them and the American line. Dangers not for him but for her. In the hills and passes and on the cactus-covered plain were thousands of men with whom she would not be safe for an Instant, and against whom he must guard her that she might bn delivered safely to Phil. And he loved her then as he had not believed it possible to love a woman. He loved this woman that he was attempting to save for another man, a “pardner” who hud at the best been reckless of every trust, who had been unfaithful to ev ery promise. And across the border this man was waiting for the woman Bud Hooker loved. That he take her to him was a more severe test of his manhood than any to which ho had before been subjected. That he be untrue to the trußt she reposed In him never entered his mind for a mo ment. With a strong man’s love for her he thought only of how he was to conduct her safely out of the dangers which surrounded her. Soldiers, miners, and refugees, men, women, and children, every soul In Fortuna was on the hill to see the last |of the battle. It had been a crude ! nffalr, but bravely ended, and some- I thing In the dramatic suddenness of i this victory had held all eyes to the i close. Bud and Gracia passed out of | town unnoticed, and as soon as they had rounded the point they spurred on till they gained the pass. “I knew you would come!” said Gracia, smiling radiantly as they paused at-the fork. "Sure!" answered Hooker with his good-humored Hmile. "Count me In on anything—which way does this trail go; do you know?" "It goes west twelve miles toward Arlspe,’’ replied Gracia confidently, “arid then It comes Into the main road that leads north to Nogales and Gads den." “That sounds about right for us," rnplled Hud. "Gadsden's the place we want to head for, and we want to get there mighty quick, too, If them reb els will let us, an' I guess that's wbat they’ll hare to do whether they want to or not.” They rode on together for some dis tance, the girl seemingly oblivious of the dangers which surrounded her. and Hooker watching carefully for ev ery sign of difficulty. “What Is there up here?" Inquired Hud, pointing at a fainter trail that led off toward the north. “This coun try is new to me. Don’t know, eh? Well, If we followed that trail we'd run Into them rebels, anyway, so we might as well go to the west. Is your saddle all right? We’ll bit It up then —l'd like to strike a road before dark." They hurried on, following a welb marked trail that alternately climbed ridges and descended into arroyoa, until finally It dropped down Into a precipitous canon where a swollen stream rushed and babbled and, while they still watched expectantly for the road, the evening quickly passed. They had no opportunity for conver sation, for the trail was too narrow to permit of their riding side by side. liu<T was thinking not only of the dan gers that surrounded them, but of this errand on which he was engaged, and what the end of It meant to him. First the slanting rays of the sun struck Are from the high yellow crags, then the fire faded and the sky glowed 1 an opal-blue; then, through dark blues and purples the heavens turned to black above them and all the stars i came out. Thousands of frogs made j the canyon resound with their throaty songs and strange animals crashed through the brush at their approach, but still Hooker stayed in the saddle and Gracia followed on behind. If she had thought In her dreams of an easier journey she made no com ment now and, outside of stopping to cinch up her saddle, Bud seemed hard ly to know she was there. The trail was not going to suit him —it edged off too far to the south —and yet, in the tropical darkness, he could not search out new ways to go. At each fork ho paused to light a match, and whichever way the mule tracks went ho went also, for pack mules would take the main trail. For two hours and more they followed on down the stream and then Hooker stopped his horse. “You might as well get down and rest a while,” he said quietly. "This trail is no good—lt’s taking us south. We’ll let our horses feed until the moon comes up and I’ll try to work north by landmarks," "Oh—are we lost?" gasped Gracia, dropping stiffly to the ground. “But of | course we are,” she added. "I’ve been | thinking so for some time." I "Oh, that’B all right," observed j Hooker philosophically; "I don’t mind being lost as long as I know where I’m at. We’ll ride back until we get J out of this dark canyon and then I’ll luy a line due north.” They sat for a time in the dark- I ness while their horses champed at i the rich grass and then, unable to keep down hor nerves, Gracia declared for a start. A vision of angry pursuers rose up In her mind—of Manuel del Rey und his keen-eyed rurales, hot upon i their trail —und It would not let her rest. Nor was the vision entirely the re sult of nervous imagination, for they had lost half the advantage of their start, as Hooker well knew, and if ho j made one more false move he would find himself called on to light. As they rodo bnck through the black canyon he asked himself for the hun dredth time how It had all happened why, at a single glance from her, he had gone against his better judg ment and plunged himself into this I tangle. And then, Anally, what was I he going to do about it? But ho knew what he was going to do about It. He knew he was going to take this girl through to Gadsden and to I’hll, and his loyalty was such that ho would not admit, even to hlm j self, that Phil did not deserve her. Alone, he would have taken to the i mountains with a fine disregard for I trails, turning Into whichever served ; his purpose best and following the I lay of the land. Even with her In Ills j care It would be best to do that yet. j for there would be trailers on their I track at sunup, and It was either ride I or fight. Free at last from the pent-tn canyon, i they halted at the forks, while Bud looked out the land by moonlight. Dim and ghostly, the square topped peaks and buttes rose all about him, huge 1 and lmpussable except for the winding | trails. He turned up a valley between { two ridges, spurring his horse Into a i faHt. walk. From one cow trail to another he picked out a way to the north, but the lay of the ground threw him to the cast and there were no passes between the hills. The country was rocky, with long parallel ridges extending to the northeast, and when he saw where the way was taking him Bud called a halt till dawn. By the very formation he was being gradually edged back toward For tuna, and It would call for fresh horses and a rested Gracia to outstrip their pursuers by day. If the rurales traveled by landmarks, heading for the northern passes In an effort to out ride and Intercept him, they might easily cut him off at the start; bu v if they trailed him—and he devoutly hoped they would —then they would have a tangled skein to follow and he could lose them in the broken country I to the north. So thinking, he cut grass among the rocks, spread down their saddle blankets and watched over the browsing horses while Gracia stretched out on the bed. After a day of excitement and a night of hard rid ing there 1b no call for a couch of i uown, and as the morning star ap i pe&red In the east she slept while Bud , eat patiently by. It was no new task for him, this watching and waiting for the dawn. For weeks at a time, after a bard i day’s work at the branding, he had stood guard half the night. Sleep was ! a luxury to him, like water to a moun ; tain-sheep—and so were all the other useless things that town-bred people | required. People like Gracia, people like Phil —they were different in all their ways. To ride, to fight, to find the way— there he was a better man than Phil; but to speak to a woman, to know her waya, and to enter Into her life—there he was no man at all. I She trusted to his courage to pro i tect her, and that he could do, but 1- [ was to a man such as Phil sb« i would give her love. Pbll could not love her more than he did, but Phil’s ways could be more attractive to her. ills adventurous life with his father had not been such as to cultivate the ] little niceties that appealed to women. It was only his privilege to serve, but I he gloried In that privilege now as he watched beside her as she slept, and his vigil but strengthened his res olution to see her safely through to — Phil. He sighed now as he saw the first flush of 'dawn and turned to where she alc.pt, cajm and beajjtifol, in the soloing i ligEt. How to waken her, even that was a question, but the time had come i to start. Already, from Fortuna, Del Rey and his man-killing rurales would be on the trail. He would come like the wind, that dashing little captain, and noth , ing but a bullet would stop him, for his honor was at stake. Nay, he had told I Bud In so many words; “She is mine, and no man shall come between us!” It would be hard now If the rurales should prove too many for him—ls a bullet should check him In their flight and she be left alone. But how to wake her! He tramped near as he led up the unwilling mounts; then, as time pressed, he spoke to her, and at last he knelt at her side. "Say!” he called, and when that did not serve he laid his hand on her shoulder. "Wake up!” he said, shaking her gently. "Wake up, It’s almost day!” Even as he spoke he went back to the phrase of the cow-camp—where men rise before It Is light. But Gracia woke up wondering and stared about her strangely, unable to understand. (To Be CMtinued Tomorrow ) LEGAL NOTICE SHERIFF’S SALE. ST A... OF GEORGIA, RICHMOND COUNTY— Will I* sold at tho Cm r I In ”Sf\ in the City of Augusta, Countv and State afore said. the usual place for holding Sheriffs Sales, on the flvst Tue-dav in July next, during the legal hunts of sale, the fo lowing described property, to-wit: •Ml the equity of Pnrthenia Brinson, in all that lot of Und with improvements thereon, in the City of Augusta, RUb mond County Georgia, having a front of 3u feet, more or less, on Droid street and running back of even width 161 fe-t. more or loss; hounded North by land of •I»M3 r King Manufacturing Co., former ly Heckle; Kant I y J C H. Oellerich; Smith by Broad street and West by ht now or formerly If. H. flicks. Said property levied on ns the prop* et f> of I‘arthenia Brinson, to s.itiSfv a n. in issued from Justice Court, hell in and for the I‘JOth District. G M., of •:iid County on the 11th day of January, ’’’•. In fiver of Jno. W. WaJker. aga'nst ! ‘avtLenin Brinson. i evy made this 11th day of June, 1011. and notice served on defendant. JOHN W. CLARK, Sheriff of Richmond County, G.i J 12 19 29 Jly 3 SHERIFF’S SALE. STATE OF GEORGIA, RICHMOND COUNTY Will he sold nt the Court House, In the City "f Augusta. County and State said, the usual place for hold ng S lerift s Sties, on the first Tuesday In July next during file legal hours of sale, the fol lowing described property, to-wlt: All that lot with improvements there on, "ronting 31 feet on Sharps Alley and running hack 150 feet, bounded north by Sharps Alley, east by Archie Slngfleld, south hy R. <\ Williams and west by Edward Anthony. Situ* . to In the City of Augusta, County of Richmond and State of Georgia. Levied on ns the property of Jan. I. Berry, by virtue of a tax fl. fr. issued by Chan. S Bohler, Tax Col lector of Richmond County, on the 20th day of December, 1913. for State county and School Taxes, for the year 1913. ng Inst property standing in the name nf James L. Herry. Levy made this 29th day of Miy 1914. and imtije served according to law. JOHN \V. CLARK. Sheriff, Richmond County. 112 19 26; Jly3. SHERIFF’S SALE. STATE OF GEORGIA. RICHMOND COUNTY. Will be Hold at the Court House, in the City of Augusta, County and State aforesaid, the usuiil place for hold ing Shjrlff’a Sffles, on the First Tues day in July next, during the legal hotirs of sale, the following described prop erty. to-wit: A I that lot with imicovemetits there on, known as lot No. 8, fronting 40 feet on Barks Avenue and running back 75 feet, bounded north by Parks Avenue, east by Alice Peachy, south by Sophie Johnson and west by Jerry and E. J. Collins. Situate in the City of Augusta, County of Richmond, and State of Georgia. Levied on as the property of Aman da Wimberly, by virtue of a tax fl, (a. issued by Chaw. S. Bohler, Tax Col lector of Richmond County, on the 20th day of December, 1913, for State, County und School Taxes, for the year 1913, ugalnHt property standing in the name of Amanda Wimberly. I.evy made this 4th day of April, 1914, and notice served according to law. ALSO, At the same time and place, all that lot with Improvements there on, fronting 92 feet on Kills street, be ing No. 628 Kills street, and running bark 92 feet, bounded north by Ellis street, east by lot now or formerly Todd, south by Annie K. .Cawley, and west by lot now or formerly J. P. Armstrong. Situate in the City of Augusta, County of Richmond and State of Georgia. Levied on as the property of F. M. Thomas, by virtue of a tax fl. fa. Is sued by Chas. 8. Bohler, Tax Collector of Richmond County, on the 20th day of December, 1913, for State, County and School Taxes, for the year ISIS, against property standing In the name of F. M. Thomas. Levy made this 20th day of May, 1914, and notice served according to law. JOHN W. CLARK, Sheriff, Richmond County. 112 19 26; jlyl STATE OF GEORGIA, RICHMOND COUNTY— Whereas, O. H Burnts, Executor of Hie estate of Polly Smith, late of said County, deceased, has applied for leave to sell Real Estate belonging to laid estate. Tills Is. therefore, to cite all peraona concerned, to be and appear at the Court of Ordinary of said County, to be held on the first Monday. In July, A. D., 1914 at 10 o'clock a. m., and show cause. If any they can, why leave to aell Real Estate belonging to said estate should not he granted as prayed for| Witness my official signature thia 12th day of June, A. D., 1914. ALEXANDER R WALTON, J 12 19 26 Jly 3 Ordinary, R. C. STATE HI GEORGIA. RICHMOND COUNTY— Whereas, John F. Trowbridge. Admin istratis of the eatate of Reran Loulaa Trowbridge, late of anld County, de ceased, has applied for leave to sett Realty and Personalty belonging to said estate Tills Is. therefore, to cite all persons concerned, to be and appear at the Court of Ordinary of said County, to be held on the first Monday In July, A. D., 1914. at 10 o'clock a. m.. and ahow cause. If any they can, why leave to se'l Realty and Personalty, belonging to said eatate should not be granted aa prayed for. Witness my official signature this I2tk •lay of June, A. D., 1914. ALEXANDER R WALTON. J 12 19 26 Jly 3 Ordinary, R. C. FIVE