Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 14, Number 27, Decatur, Adams County, 1 February 1916 — Page 2

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FILM CORPORATION. SYNOPSIS. Little Helen Holmes, daughter of General Holmes, railroad man. Is rescued from Imminent danger on a scenic railroad, by George Storm, a newsboy. Grown to young womanhood Helen makes a spectacular double rescue of Storm, now a freight fireman, and of her father and his friends, Amos Rhinelander, financier, and Robert Seagrue, promoter, from a threatened collision between a passenger train and a runaway freight. Safebreakers employed by Seagrue, and Capelle. his lawyer, interrupted by Helen while stealing General Holmes’ survey plans of the cut-off line for the Tidewater, fatally wound Gent ral Holmes and escape. Storm and Helen chase the murderers or, a light engine and capture them. Spike has hidden the plans and manages to Inform Seagrue where they are cached. THIRD INSTALLMENT CHAPTER 111. The death of Helen’s father disclosed at once the serious weakness of his monetary affairs. He had developed his valuable railroad properties without capital of his own adequate to finance them. He was the nominal head of great transportation | projects; he had been, in truth, the brain and energy of these, but the actual control belonged to eastern bankers who had supphed the funds to put them through. And with General Holmes' death his daughter was brought face to face with this fact In the library of her home the attorneys for the estate were already gathered to discuss its affairs. 5 Amos Rhinelander, her father’s faithful friend —indeed, the sole friend among ' the general's many associates that now I manifested the slightest interest in I the fate of his unfortunate daughter— I was present that morning. With him, | however, as if to offset the benefit of I his presence, was his already criminal- ‘ ly compromised nephew, Seagrue. Helen, who had been summoned to , the library, walked down from her room to join the little company. To Seagrue, who, in apprehension, had absented himself since the night of the tragedy, she never had looked so pleasing as she now did. • . I Much was in Seagrue’s mind and something of it all reflected itself in his face. A score of times his unprincipled recklessness had led him close to criminal lengths; now, it had carried him from a simple suggestion of theft, unscrupulously assented to, to robbery and to murder —the murder of General Holmes himself by Capelie’s hired tools. He was as yet too new in his path of crime to feel indifferent to the fearful consequences. Where he stood, unobserved by the others, he took out of a wallet drawn [ ‘ from his pocket a cuff cut from a shirt and reread a scrawl written on it by ! Spike, his convict accomplice, advis- I Ing him that the stolen survey was hidden under the south /?nd of Little ( San Pablo bridge. With some trivial excuse for absenting himself, Seagrue left the house, S 3 0 - w * I I 1 Wi 'W- ;> jsgag J; IBBSi pave Helen the Message She Asked For. got in his runabout car and started for the San Pablo bridge. He found' the document where Spike had hidien it. Helen, In the interval, conferring! with her attorneys, and with Amos Rhinelander at hand to soften the; biow as best he could, was learning bit by bit the completeness of her father’s financial ruin through his sudden remained of his free assets was thei recently alloted block of stock —nowj an item of merely nominal value —in the new cut-off line. Long after the nttorney had gone, Rhinelander remained. 'lt s not that the stock is worthless, Helen,” he said —they were again together in tho library. “If the new line is ever what your father hoped it would be. the investment may yet prove of the greatest value.”

COPYRIGHT i«i J, SY FRANK H. SPIAWIAN Seagrue, during the little talk, had I returned and sat examining reports at ' the other end of the library. He could I overhear Rhinelander’s reassuring I words to Helen. “The Copper Rango I and Tidewater will continue operations just as fast as money can be raised,’’ his uncle was saying. "We can begin the work of building the cut-off where it leaves the main line. Meantime, we will send out new sur-! veylng parties on reconnoissance to try : to relocate the pass through the Superstition range. Ail may come well yet, 1 little girl.” He patted her hand, rose and left her. Seagrue at a distance studied the outline of the slender figure and the striking silhouette of Helen’s head and neck as she stood looking out on the rain-beaten landscape. He walked ovdr to where she remained oblivious to his presence and ventured a few carefully chosen words of sympathy. Nothing so despicable, so pusillanimous as this had ever marked his career, but he had groomed himself for anything. “I am in a position, Helen.” he went on, “perhaps a better position than any among your father's friends, to take up his work where he left it off. . His murderers are in jail—l will undertake to see to their punishment. His new line can be made a valuable property. I am willing and able to provide the means to put it through. But I am alone, as you know. I care for no one ; other than you—l’ve told you that. Let me take your troubles. Be my wife.” “I have told you,” she said, look- ; ing down but speaking quick and firmi ly, “that I can’t listen to you on that I subject. Could you possibly expect me ( to do so at a moment like this —my . father —” her voice faltered —“scarce ly buried!” She put her handkerchief to her face and walked away. Swallowing his humiliation with a resolve to conquer her obstinacy yet, he followed her with his gaze up the stairs. Then he sauntered over to the table at which she had been conferring with his uncle. There lay the bundle of stock certificates. He felt so completely master of the situation that he involutarily made a gesture as if to tear the batch in two. Rhinelander, coming into the library at that moment from his room, saw the movement. He took the securities impatiently from Seagrue’s hand. “You treat these as if they were waste paper. They are not. On the contrary, if I have my way that cut-off is going to be built,” ho declared emphatically, i Leaving him, Rhinelander went upstairs to find Helen. “Put these certificates away, my dear,” he said with . seriousness. “ “Although they don’t .stand for much now —” he paused—“some day I may call on you for them.” i Seagrue, laughing a little to himself had turned, when his uncle walked to light a cigarette. As he did this a servant, approached him bearing ! a shabby-looking, finger-marked note. It bore no address. Seagrue opened the envelope and read: | “Somebody will have to help me out [of here or I’ll squeal. No more at present from SPIKE.” It was a blunt shock. But Seagrue knew from vyhat Capelle, his lawyer, had told him, that this man meant always what he said. He pondered his dilemma a time, decided what must be done, asked a servant for his hat and coat and hastening out headed his car for Cedar Grove, where Spike and Hyde lay incarcerated. Arranging by telephone as soon as he reached the little town for a meeting with Capelle, Seagrue inquired his way to the prison. The jailer had brought Spike his noonday meal —a dish of stew, a loaf of soggy bread and a tin of coffee — and Spike was settling himself on his iron cot when Seagrue, with the jailer, ‘entered his cell. Greetings passed between Seagrue and Spike as they met and the two exchanged a few bluffing remarks, cal-1 culated to mislead the listening official. But Spike’s roving eyes riveted themselves gradually on the bunch of jangling keys carrjed by the jailer in his hand. When jailer looked his way, the bullet head cf Ejpike was down and his eyes were fixed on the loaf of heavy bread from which he was tearing great chunks to eat. A thought had come into, his head and if it could be successfully acted on, it offered a faint hope of escape. Watching his opportunity, he managed after ■ some effort to make Seagrue understand what he wanted, i. e„ that he should occupy for a while the jailer’s attention. In the meantime, while. Spike’s iron 1 jaw was grinding at a chunk of the; crust, he was tearing out the center of the loaf of bread with his hand and kneading the dough thus filched within his palm, Seagrue made a good confederate, and without much trouble j

engaged the jailer's interest. It was then that Spiko, leaning back, man- 1 , aged, undetected, to puss the dough , around the key that opened the lock of his own cell; in au instant he bad I , the coveted impression. A bell warned the jailor that the ' < visitor's time was up. in parting, the confederates shdpk hands. As they did so, Spiko slipped the dough, unobserved. into Seagrue’s palm and succeeded in conveying to him by signs an intimation of what he had given him. Capelle, who had arrived on Seagrue’s peremptoi-y summons, at tho appointed place, some distance from the I jail, awaited Seagrue there with a , grin: “Some expedition you've em- ; barked on!” Seagrue was in no mood for joking. “One you shoved me into,” he retorted surlily. He curtly told his confederate what had occurred. Then he 1 drew from his overcoat pocket Spike’s handful of dough, showed it to Ca--1 pelle and explained what it was. “Have ’ a key made tonight from this impression; meet me here tomorrow withit.” < The following afternoon Seagrue was again at the jail—this time, ostensibly, to visit Hyde. Passing Spike’s cell, a dust coat hanging some- ; I what ostentatiously from his arm, Seaj grue paused to greet him. In doing ' j this to took occasion to lay his fin- j | gers on one of the bars of the cell i door; as he said good morning the new! key dropped from his hand inside the ; barred door. Spike’s foot at once cov- i ered it. Moving on, Seagrue let fall I from his arm one of the two dust coats which he was in reality carryidfe. Spike, dropping like a cat on his knee, whipped the fallen garment swiftly in between the bars, and while Seagrue and the jailer remained with Hyde, Spike made a rapid change of clothing. Slipping into the dust coat he found In one of the pockets a cap and a pair i of goggles thoughtfully stowed. And .watching his chance for the corridor ; tc be empty, he cautiously unlocked , bis cell door, peered out and swung

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the door noiselessly open. Hardly a moment after the jailer and Seagrue had left Hyde's cell, Spike walked boldly up the corridor —his avenue of 1 escape was open. In Helen’s home two days practi- > cally completed the rapid tragedy of her changed circumstances. Her maid, I whom she told she could no longer , keep, had gone in tears—and the country seat as well as the town house had been given over with furnishings to creditors. Vans stood backed up in the front driveways and the library itself, scene of her cruelest misfortunes, was being dismantled by moving men on the morning that Rhinelander met her there for the last time to discuss her future. "You are stubborn,” he insisted, taking her hand, tenderly. "I like independence—anybody does. It is gritty; it is American and it's all right in its place. But under such circumstances as these you should come with me, as I want you to, tq my home. You will boa welcome laughter to my wife and to me. You tnow we are unhappily childless. Your father would have wished this; my wife has asked it of you as I do sow. Why persist iu refusing us?” Helen did not answer at once, though her gratefulness shone from her eyes. “I'm not merely obstinate, Uncle Amos,” she responded at length —"nor ungrateful. I have thought everything over, or, so long and carefully. But I can't help feeling that 1 must, for a while, anyway, • remain independent. I intend to earn my own living.” Rhinelander felt he could say no more. They discussed other things for a time and she then conlided to dim het plahs for making a start, i Nothing in-all the rapid events of the 1 fortnight had seemed to him more ; tragical than this resolve that his old Cricnd's*~daughtc/r had so resolutely !■ taken. Ha looked almost weary and troubled as he took from his pocket- ' book a card and on it wrote the mosj sage Helen had asked him to write;

! i “Arthur Gaylord, Superintendent C. R. & T. R. iL: “Dear Gay: The bearer, Miss Helen Holmes, wants work. Anything you can du will tie appreciated. IL” Tbougfh her resolution hud been taken, it seemed to require all of ; Helen's courage to make the actual ; start on tho path she hud chosen. She reached the euporiuteiident’s office ut Beaman next day, after wandering all over the yards to find it, almost frightened out of her undertaking. Gaylord, the superintendent, mot her with a consideration that dispelled her fears. In a few words he • spoke feelingly of her lather, and after I asking whut she >ould like to try. j gave her a note to Hie agent at Sigi nal station, assigning her for clerical work due to tho cut-off construction, already under Way there. e George Storm, the freight engineer, had not seen Helen since tho funeral of her father —which he had lain off to attend —nor had he heard ot her. He was east-bound at Beaman one morning, comparing orders with his conductor, when he saw Helen in her severely plain black about to board the local passenger train which was to take her to Signal to begin work. The engineer hastened to her. She met his utter astonishment —when she had told him what she was doing and why—without embarrassment or confusion, only laughing a little at his concern. But when, questioning her further. Storm learned of the cut-off operations, now begun—not alone by the Tidewater people, but as well by their rivals—the Colorado & Coast line — his suspicions were aroused and he disclosed them to Helen without reserve. “That Colorado & Coast crowd are running our people a hot race on the cut-off construction. They kn&w something about that original survey—they must —or they would never start in so far.” Helen smiled incredulously. “I think that could hardly be, Mr. Storm. You know tho men building now

against our line were then father’s own associates, and my friends.” j Storm was stubborn in his atti--1 tude. “They are supposed to be your I friends,” he said skeptically, j “At all events, they have all offered , me every assistance since father’s death,” declared Helen. "They didn’t want me to do what I am going to do. But —” she straightened almost imperceptibly, “I would rather be dependent on no one—at least, as long as I can be." He looked unabashed into her frank eyes; "I can't be sorry for that, anyway," he said slowly. “Everything else that happened,” he hesitated again, “I am sorry for. No, not everything, either!” His face lighted lazily. “I am running the locals, now—--85 and BG—and ITI have a chance, maybe, to see you every day." . The Coast & Colorado line backers showed all of their aggressiveness in their new undertaking. Headquarters for their cut-off work were set up not a stone’s throw from Signal station where Helen had gone to work. Nor was energy the only manifestation of their spirit. The keen rivalry of the endeavor to reach the Superstition ranfee with a lino first extended even to the construction crews, and as the work progressed the foremen wcuid hesitate at nothing to delay or embarrass their opponents in the race. Spike, aided with a car by Seagrue after he had broken jail, had made good his escape and was now something of an incubus '■ n Seagruo's bauds. The construction camp offered a temporary outlet for his activities, and though Spike aud hard work had nev- ’ er been cn worse terms of inti- ' Stacy, Seagrue sent him freshly ' dressed up to the Coloradv lino camp. I As the feud between the two com-; panics grew, Seagrue conceived that a tool, and especially cue of Spike's stamp, might prove of service to him in the camp of the enemy. “Get a job with the TMcwater, and keep me poi-ted on every move,” he said 1

to Spike, giving mm money as no did so. Rhinelander, as vice-presir.ent of tho Tidewater, had been charged with the cut-off operations and took so lively an interest in it that he personally directed much of the work. Moreover, he made it a point to keep his crews j well supplied with the sinew-s of war —in this ease, men and explosives for the rock work. Both were scarce, and much of tho time the two roads were bidding strongly against each other for them. When Spike applied in the tent office to Rhinelander s foreman, Pickens, for a job. the latter, though not impressed with his appear- , ance, thought it a chance to hire a man away from tho opposition, and told Rhinelander he would put the fellow on tho pay roll. Shortly after Spike's appearance at the time-keeper’s window, the boss driller came in to ask about new supplies of explosives. “We’re running too low right now,” he complained to the foreman. “If we don’t get powder for tomorrow, we’ve got to stop blasting, that’s all there is to that. Pickens turned to the new man: “Hike over to the depot, mutt, and ask the agent when he’ll have dynamite for me.” Spike shuffled across to the little station with his usual confidence. Helen, at her desk, glanced up at him, without really recognizing him. She was only conscious of an instinctive dislike for his unpromising visage as he asked her when more explosives would be in. “Tell Pickens,” said the overworked agent, answering Spike's questions himself, "there are two cars for him on No. 85.” To make sure of the answer, he wrote out the Information on a blank and handed it to the messenger. “And get a move on you!” he exclaimed rudely, as he noticed Spike's unpleasant gaze resting on Helen. Slouching back to deliver his message, the safe-blower was still puzzled over the identity of the girl. But he could not place her, and he dismissed thought of tho incident He did, however, stop a moment to ask about train No. 85 from a passing switchman. Then he delivered his note to the forbman. Pickens read and handed the note to Rhinelander. When Rhinelander handed the notq back, the foreman crumpled it up and threw it away. As he and Rhinelander went out together, Spiko picked up the paper and stuck it in his pocket. After hours that night he was again over at the Colorado camp, where the work was going provokingly slow, to report to Ms real boss Seagrue pricked up his ears at the news of the explosives. He presently looked hard at Spike. “If we. or you, can delay their supplies a little,” he mused, “it might help here a lot just now, Spike.” Spike needed only a hint. He started on foot for a small station five miles up the line, where he learned No. 85 usually took water On his way he had an eye open for a conceivable, cold-bloqded chance that might offer to wreck the train; fortunately none inviting offered. Reaching the water tank and prowling along the local train after it had pulled up under the spout, Spike still sought in some way to work mischief on it. His eye rested presently on some waste protruding from a journal box. Watching his chance, he struck a match to this and moved cautiously on. Storm was in the engine cab. He had received his signal from the conductor and was pulling his train away from the spout, when the conductor, swinging up on the hind end of the caboose, caught with his eye a color of something from one of the wheels of a box car ahead. Pulling the air Vrnlrrzx l-i 1, A. al. „ A.— — • x

valve, he brought the train to an emergency stop and with his brakeman ran forward. Storm, looking back for an explanation, likewise saw the growing blaze, and getting down joined the train crew. The flames had begun to lick the body of the car. The trainmen were throwing sand on the journal, but it was too late for temporizing with experiments such as that. Storm told them he would back under the spout so they could flood the flames and hastened back to his cab. As rapidly as possible he pushed the train up past the water tank, where the conductor cut off the hind end and signaled Storm ahead. But a can of crude oil in the burning car gave way at that mdment under the strain of the intense heat, and the fire, now well started, ignited the car next ahead. The two wore stopped with a jolt under the tank and the brakeman and fireman, pulling the spout down, turned on a heavy stream of water. This unhappily served only to spread the flames from the crude oil, and the wind drove these toward the two cars just ahead, which the crow were particularly anxious to save —they wero the cars that- contained the explosives. "We must cut off the head end,” yelled the conductor as Storm, after watching the result, started again for the engine. While the conductor ran forward the crews were chocking wheels and pinning down the brakes under halfburning cars. The engineer, cut off, headed with his engine into a siding and leaving it there, ran back to the fire. The burning cars were already I drifting. The brakeman and flagman : had escaped from the top of them by ! catching at the waterspout as they I passed under it. 1 Storm, down the track, saw the situation. He realized what might happen if the powder cars were allowed to run away. With a flying leap, he caught the side ladder of the head car and running up, began pinning ! , down the brakes. The conductor I

• wvlttlf (0 V .im yelled himself hoarse trjint , him off. But Storm fought his wtf ■ Tll( . the smoke B Ut«m trainmen hastened giarrnto the operator and 8 message The operator telephoned. gtatlon instantly to Signal, tin’ The “nd'h S th”" thßt camp, and It was , tlie caught Helen at Signa. alo» f office. She picked up the rec the telephone bell rang-. hlß the excited operator and hurried words down on a pa ■ -»-•»*•X".”« glnccr Sturm on them. BP She dropped her pencil «' ished, breathless with shock. t PUll ' n * h^ D Wit9 S about for help. She was r— ’ ~ " T' ,S W J *■’' ~ x * .... W“" S '-4 . 'j™ Ijikt u Whatever was to be done, she must do it and it must be done in haste. Running through the fretghthouse she espied a coll of rope. It suggested something—though at the instant she could not have told what. But she caught it up on the instinctive impulse and ran out on the track. The cars, flaming in the distance, were coming down the long grade. A telegraph pole standing just above the station put a wild idea into her head If she could pass the rope above the burning car, it might help the engineer to escape from the top. Trying her skill as a plainswomun, she ran a noose and cast the rope, lariatlike, at the top of the pole. In her nervous haste she failed, again and again, to drop it over the cross-bar. No rope was ever so stiff, clumsy and intractable, and the cars were fast rolling nearer. But restraining her fears she kept trvihg. and at last, in spite of everything, she landed the big noose over the pole and bar. Across the track grew a hedge of tall blue-gum trees. To the nearest of these Hel?n ran, and as fast as she could, climbed the tree, the loose end of the rope hung over her neck and shoulder. Gaining a branch high enough, and using all her strength,, she drew the rope taut. With a few half hitches she made it fast around the tree and tried it with her weight. The flaming care, in spite of all that . Storm had been able to do, continued to gather speed down the Signal [ grade. The engineer found himself in a ticklish dilemma. For a jump ! his chances now were no better than if he stuck to the car, and lie saw ' nothing for it but to stick. Only, he hoped mightily for something to turn his way. He was fast approaching ■ the station. From the gum-tree hedge , he saw what seemed a branch waving i violently. Then he perceived <t was ' more then u as 5

nore than that, it was someone trygto signal him—a woman—and sh» was climbing hand over hand out on a cable stretched across the track But he could understand even 1 ss than he saw of v.hat she meant to , Just nTredX ■h» mw to th. him to pass under her Ennn-h consciousness remained' t/S the fury of the fir . Storm in realize as h IS ? en^ lehimto Helen on the cabk /7 hat “ was his life As he . trying to save raised himtelf cT* Unde ' hfcr at him, and lidding on in < ?' <l b ‘ inJly managed to dr?e n- « 1 dasperation, the burX car. ” ° mthetopof The agent, returning from with Rhinelander lhe ““P and, amazed' mg from cable □?>’ hangfailing strength to h -a’T'” 8 with burden. t 0 hoi(i her heavy he passed them on bag 3 aa with Rhinelander rp t 9 h nhS tltfor “’ and jn tine to break tk ® ‘‘edge i»to it when him faJi >»ent later she, hp rse I- 80 ' A ®ohausted into the canvas ' 1W es ‘ exsartled the two consS, eartb ' H A new and sudden fl a 2T“ Camps ' U P mto the air and a 101 40 f «t black smoke billouJ C1(/J ds of the powder ears above »here glanced as Spike as S' Sea $ru e gether. Over toward th ß Stood to ' men were carrying Z. Btatlon two waiting room, and Sea ibto ‘he over joined them, S*’ Ending over th/ u “ tde ' h « saw stretched »n t: Cons<:lo us en . der gid dressed 1;i LJ® flo «. a slenanxiously, j n a m • Bbe tu rned eurgeen had been called a** if “ thn eagru&> ‘lunifounded , As . she did “ E awavny |

PUBLIC SALE. Having rented his farm ttn j B cidud to move .to town, the unde. .■ ed will for wiu at liis reside.’ H •j> 8 miles southeast of Decatur, oj .B rods south of the county f arni S Tuesday, February 15, 19JJ, b ' ning at 10 o’clock, sharp, the t ul |,,‘B ing property, to-wtt; Eight Head Horses: Hay niare, 6 years old, w . I foal, weight, 1500; bay mare, j 4 hl old. with foal, weight 1450; bay b£ weight 1400 lbs.; sorrel horse. 6 y ,‘ c tn old. weight 1500; dark sorrel I colt, coining 1 year old, a g<>od 01 ,,.W 2-year-old heavy bay draft horse - mares, heavy with foal, by j ot .| FrLmger's ■ Belgian horse, man > ■ gets these mare pays for colt. Head of Cattle: Red Durham e,„ H just fresh; she is as good a ,ow as there is in the county} p,„B Durham heifer, coming 1 year Sheep and Hogs: Five head cH Shropshire ewes, 3 years old thß spring, will lamb about Ist of ■ and weight 180 lbs. each; full i, l(< ■ Shropshire buck. 2 years old. W B weigh better than 200 lbs. Big s, J 1 will weigh between 350 and 4i)g R i will have pigs by first day of Man-H Farming Implements: Corn with SO reds of wire; John Deere r.cß ing plow, good one; disc drill, eighß holes; Osborn disc, 14 disc, good onj' hay rake, 2 good wagons, wagon 2 sets of good dump boards, hold B yards; 5 or 6 patent bee hives. val cream separator, in good ordcrß dinner bell, spring tooth harrow, ible harrow, 150 feet of good rope, grinding stone, new; 2 sets heavy harness, 5 or 6 wool faced cei H iars. 2 or 3 barrels, set of single ha,-■ r.ess and numerous other articles; or 6 dozen Plymouth Rock hens, coq.l ing 1 year old; 2 Pekin drakes, full blooded Bronze t-nrkey hens, «■ full blooded Bronze gobblers. Turkey■ hens, gobblers, chickens and dudsH will be sold at private sale, but isl not so disposed of, will offer at public ■ sale. Terms of Sale:—All sums of s:">«■ tuui under, cash; over $5.00 a credit of ■ 9 months will be given, purchaser git. ■ ing note with approved security brnr B ing 6 per cent interest from d.itefß not paid at maturity; 4 per cent of B for cash No g<>odß removed mo B settled for. THOMAS S. DOWLING. I J. N. Burkhead, Auct. Julm Slarost Clerk. ■ . ■ O—', . O. I. C. BRED SOW SALE. The undersigned will sell at publu ■ auction at the big sale pavillion is B the city of Decatnr, Ind., on February F S. 1916, forty head of pure bred O. I. C swine, consisting of 13 tried reguiered sows. 1 and 2 years old; 2 hkMi gilts and 17 spring gilts; also 8 boars. M 2 spring. 4 summer and 2 fall boan B Everything leistered or eligible u ■ registration. Now is the time for tbs ■ farmers to get in on this breed ot ■ swine, the only breed that will ft ■ themselves for the market on grass. B the kind that farrow large litters. B Not one of these tried sows ever had B less than S good'strong pigs the firs; B litter, and the most of them 14) and B 12. This includes my entire herd, as ■ owing to failing health I am compel! 9 ed to make my work easier, so must I quit the business. Do not get it into ■ your head that on account of their be I ing the best herd in the state, that I they will sell so high that you can- I

not buy. and then regret afterward I that you did not attend the sale. Ar I range your business so you can be in ■ Decatur on that date and attend the I sale if you wish to buy or not. I will I promise to show you some of the best I hogs you ever saw. This sale will I start at 1 o’clock, p. m., sharp. Terms of Sale:—Ail sums of >20.00 I and under, cash; over $20.00 a credit | °f 6 months will be given, purchaser | giving good bankable note with 6 per I ent interest from date. Any one I wishing longer time will please ar i range for same with the clerk. P. B. DYKEMAN, Owner. Col. John W. Weddel and Col. Ed 1 , Bowers, Aucts. Fred Fruehte, Clerk. I lease bring your crates with you. I CITY STOPS FOR DECATUR CARS 1 IN FORT WAYNE. He.eafter the following stops will I J - nude in the city of Fort Wayne by : the Decatur cars for taking on and | d! > " are ‘ng passengers: / Rudisill avenue. Pontiac street. , reighton avenue, ailace street. Baker street. , Lewis street. transfer corner, terminal station. t PPr . changes are made in the interest of .. Salety K . rst hus* ! 1 01bte and waiting station street i U Chauged from William.) p' t 0 Wallafce street in the st.: ■ r 26-e-o-dtl FOR SALE. farm's S6t ° f heavy harness, 1 set of aII new !, ’ h e a S8 ’ l i ’ Bet ° f buggy harnesß right ’ mad e. Harness ort 6 °6 So 83 ]^ 18 88 U laStS ' St ° P at 12-f-S-4wlr. SU aU<l g<it Ule PriCC ’ I _ W. H. AMRINE. em °crat Wants Ads Pay.