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CRIMINAL
Phillip E. Rogers appeared Nov. 23 and was found guilty and convicted of unlawful possession of alcohol by a minor. He was sentenced to the custody of the Cloud County Jail for 30 days, ordered to pay a fine of $200 and costs of the action, $86. All fines must be paid in full by Jan. 27. His sentence was suspended with defendant being placed on unsupervised probation for six months with specific terms and conditions.
Robert J. Tilley appeared Nov. 25 and was found guilty and convicted of unlawful consumption of a cereal malt beverage by a minor. He was sentenced to the custody of the Cloud County Jail for 30 days, ordered to pay a fine of $200 and costs of the action, $86, by Jan. 6. The Court found that defendant’s sentence shall be suspended upon full payment of all costs and fine. The Court also directed the Division of Motor Vehicles to suspend Tilley’s driving privileges, pursuant to statute.
Phillip E. Rogers appeared Nov. 23 and was found guilty and was convicted of unlawful possession of alcohol by a minor. He was sentenced to the custody of the Cloud County Jail for 30 days and ordered to pay a fine of $200 and costs of the action, $86, by Jan. 27. His sentence was suspended with defendant being placed on unsupervised probation for a period of six months with specific terms and conditions. The Court also directed the Division of Motor Vehicles to suspend the defendant’s driving privileges, pursuant to statute.

LEGAL TRANSFERS
Warranty Deeds:
Darrell D. Haley to Darrell D. Haley, trustee, and Darrell D. Haley family trust, the east 74 acres of the north half of the northeast quarter of section 34 township 8 south range 3 west of the 6th P.M. and the northeast quarter of the northeast quarter and the east 857 feet of the west half of the northeast quarter of section 33 township 8 south range 3 west of the 6th P.M. Cloud County Kansas except a tract. See record.
Phillip A. Gladbach to Paul M. Gladbach and Jody A. Gladbach, the southwest quarter of section 25 township 6 south range 1 west of the 6th P.M. in Cloud County Kansas except and subject to an undivided half interest in and to all of the oil, gas and other minerals in, under and that may be produced from the above described real estate as said interest is described in a conveyance record in volume 68 of deeds. Page 493. Records of Cloud County Kansas.
Tammy R. Forshee FKA Tammy R. Gerlits and Steven J. Forshee to Tammy R. Forshee and Steven J. Forshee, a tract of land situated in the south half of the northwest quarter of section 18 township 5 south range 4 west of the 6th P.M. in Cloud County Kansas. See record.
Steven L. Chartier to Brenda Sheely, lot 7 in block 5 in the city of Clyde Cloud County Kansas according to the recorded plat thereof.
Charles H. Knapp and Lisa B. Knapp to Stephen L. Leest and Tina M. Leest, the west 110 feet of lot 13 and the east 44 feet of lot 12 in block 74 in the city of Concordia Cloud County Kansas, according to the recorded plat thereof.
David D. Hughes and Alice M. Hughes to Marcia A. Douglas and Gary Doughman, a tract in lot 4 of N.E. Gardeners Addition to the city of Clyde Cloud County Kansas according to the recorded plat thereof. See record.
Kerry N. Smith and Kathy J. Smith to James L. Lervold and Lois L. Lervold, lots 5 and 6 of block 150 in the city of Concordia Cloud County Kansas according to the recorded plat thereof.
Amanda F. Terrill FKA Amanda F. Smith and Kenneth W. Terrill to Lisa M. LeDuc and Todd A. LeDuc, the south 120 feet of lot 5 and the south 120 feet of the west half of lot 4 in block 75 in the city of Concordia Cloud County Kansas according to the recorded plat thereof.
Quit Claims Deed:
Claudia Dominguez and Sergio Dominguez to Claudia Dominguez and Sergio Dominguez, lots 19 and 20 in block 193 in the city of Concordia Cloud County Kansas according to the recorded plat thereof subject to visible easements and easements and restrictions of record.

EARLY HISTORY OF CLOUD COUNTY
THE LONE CABIN
By H.E. Smith
I drew up my horse one moment to listen. No chance travelers ever rode like that. It meant pursuit. I gave my steed a galling lash and she broke into a convulsive gait, hove her body up with one or two plunges, stumbled going down from her knees to her nose, and pitched me literally heels over head. For an instant I was paralyzed with astonishment, the next I seized the bit to fetch up the fallen animal, which had in the meantime undergone a strange metamorphosis. She had lost her white face on or in the grass, and, passing my hand between her eyes, I found the hair was wet. In an instant I was examining the white legs-my horse had been peculiarly marked with white legs and face-and I found these sticky with whitewash. What then? Simply, my trappings had been transferred to another animal, gotten up to exactly represent mine in the evening. This discovery brought an appalling interpretation of the oncoming horse-men. I gave the horse the whip as soon as his unstable legs were well under him, and sent him a scouring on ahead, while I ran off to the right, making for a little hollow near a shallow, dry ravine. Here to my profound astonishment I discovered a lone cabin, or hut, about the dimensions of an ordinary country log-house, and impulsively dashing up to this, I gave a rapid succession of knocks. A shrinking, pale, and cowering woman opened it.
“What is it?” was her first question, noticing my breathless hast. Had I stopped for a moment’s reflection upon the strangely is. Upon the strangely isolated position of the cabin, I should not have passed in by her with explanation:
“Is there any chance to hide here-my horse has thrown me and I believe a party of desperadoes is close up with me.” I noticed that the moon was coming up dry and red in the east, when she mechanically closed the door behind me, before I had finished my explanation.
“No no: there is no place,” she gasped, her quick ear now catching the sound of the coming horsemen. “This is all the room there is - and there is neither cellar nor attic.” “But this?” I exclaimed, rushing for a dark object in the corner. “It’s a coffin,” was her quick response, “but there’s no other chance - they are turning up the door - get in.” I had barely time to place myself in this receptacle for the dead, when a hoarse voice - one that I knew by the description which I had of it - called out:
Register of Deeds
Judy Lambert
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