Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 14, Number 33, Decatur, Adams County, 8 February 1916 — Page 3

*** - —r * imw 3 t '■•: : • 7~ "-j ■2O u ;- ■ s Jlf ozmf Railroad Life I. ks FRANK H. SPEARMAN COPWiIOHT <915 4/ f<WNK H iPCAK^\ r \N Novelized From the Moving Picture Play of the Same Name Produced by the '' , Signal Film Corporation.

SYNOPSIS. | J Little H'len Holmes, daughter of General Holmes. railroad man, Is rescued from imminent dang r on a scenic railroad, by George Storm, a newsboy. Grown to young woman!: - d Helen hiak< s a spec- . taeular double Fescue 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. Snf-breakers cm- . plowed by Seftgru and Capelle, his lawyer, Interrupted by Helen while stealing G neral Holmes’ survey plans of the cutoff line for the Ti.h water, fatally wound General Holmes and escape. Storm and Belen chase the murder, r< on a light in- i glne and capture them. Spike has hidden the plans and man ,g. s to inform Seagrue where they are cached. Her father’s estate badly Involved l‘> Ws death, Helen pees to work on the Tidewater. Seagrue helps Spike to break Jail anil uses him to set fire to A powder train hauled by Storm’s engine. Helen saves Storm from a horrible death. . FOURTH INSTALLMENT CHAPTER IV. When Helen Holmes took the day key at Signal the little office had already passed from the quiet kind to the remorselessly active kind of those tinmll way t that drive innocent men mad. two rival lines maintaining large construction camps and getting all their supplies through Signa! station, were engaged in a race to build a mountain eut-eff —and a considerable one. Despite all the help Lyons, the arervu rked agent, could give Helen, she found the tasks of her —' day about all that hfer strength would compass. Nor could Helen, situated as she was, escape, occasional office • visits from Seagrue, whose activity as head of the .opposition construction camp was unabated: Going over to the station one day to watch his men unload a shipment of material, he stepped into the office ost-.nsibly to make inquiries*—its reality lo steal a few minutes with Helen Holmes, whom he found busy, but alone. Seagrue spoke blandly: “I hear '5 you’ro becoming quite a railroad exJS pert.” She irnde no effort to reply. ‘‘Getting really clever at the key, Ly- —- ons rays.” Helen, entering waybills. — went on with her writing. “By the way,” asked Seagrue, evenly, “any word this morning from our steam shovel ?” She looked toward the window —the — local freight train had just pulled in. G“lt may be out there now, on No. 85.' Seagrue seemed in no haste to investigate, and Helen had almost lost hope of any diversion in that direction, when the office doer opened and .-a George Storm walked in. He was just out of his engine cab, and deliberate and composed as usually, but his eyes, lighting to greet Helen, cooled when he saw Seagrue. Storm nodded curtly toward him and was greeted in kii.d. Then the stalwart engine man turned his attention ■. ; to Helen, and Seagrue was soon made to feel the pangs of being distinctly third in the situation and without an anesthetic. “And the best of ,it all is,” said Storm nt length to Helen, “this is my last run on local freights. I am assigned tonight to the Limited.” Helen lifted her eyebrows in surprise: “Some run they’re giving you!” Seagrue took the chance to join sar- ,. castieally in: , “Right in line for chief of motive power, eh, Storm?” Storm was not to be disturbed. He ' only regarded Seagrue calmly for a ■’ momept. Then he turned good-natur- . ’ edly to thank Helen. While soldiering agreeably at this task, his fire■f! man intruded on the scene long • enough to remind him they were waitJ ing for him to get cut. Storm, with -“v pn expression of disgust at the. interruption, nodded gruffly to the fireman, concluded his talk with Helen and walked out. Helen rese to go out on i the platform also. Seagrue intervened to distract her attention. It. was useless. She must deliver a message, she i said, to the conductor, and Seagrue, peeved, was left to stay with himself | or unwillingly to follow. He followed; but even then it was only to find him- ; self watching Storm’s good-bys waved •{ to Hfflen from tho cab. And she saw them, too; nothing escaped her at- ; tention. Rhinelander, in charge of the Tide- .*•*« water line gamp, was pushing Seagrue ' i ■- closely in she construction race and . as the head of a big crew of men im- : hued with his own spirit was laughIng at obstacles that made Seagrue’s head ache; and with equipment actu- . ally somewhat inferior was forging daily ahead of his rival. But the mail, now brought him a note from the chairman of the executive committee of his board that almost paralyzed his activities. } “Oceanside. “Dear Rhinelander: Our survey if party advise that they cannot re-lt-cate the peas over the Superstition range. Unless you car. furnish a stir- , vey of the I cut-off pass before the s >5 first, our p<sopl c will withdraw their financial support. BOWERS. ' Q, Amos Rbhi'dander, sitting at his dusty and. Uttered desk, stared at the . abrupt cr.mtnunication. Bowers was |

i his friend: the executive committee of the board were with him —this ho 1 felt assured of. But somewhere influences must bo at work against him. Ho suspected Capelle, still a board member, and a continual intriguer. Capelle was a master worker in underground effects and besides being Seagrue’s own attorney, was himself , heavily interested in opposing enterprises of the Coast line. To throttle Rhinelander in tho construction effort begun by Helen’s own father before his death, was to advance his own interests as well as those of his client. Rhinelander's decision as to what must be done to meet this opposition , was prompt. He consulted a timetable, called his foreman, asked for a man to carry his handbags to the station and began changing his clothes for a trip. Not far away, and at about the same time, Seagrue was reading his own mail. It contained this note: "Unsuccessful report concerning pass submitted. Persuaded backers to withdraw support on the first. This will stop operation on Rhinelander’s cut-off, as we know he cannot produce survey. CAPELLE.” In Seagrue’s hut a party of newspaper men from Oceanside were waiting to be taken on an inspection trip over the construction. “I’m ready for you, boys,” said Seagrue, in high spirits, to the journalists. "We’ll look over the work near here first,” he announced, ripping open a box of cigars. “Hold it, Mr. Seagrue, ’ cried a camera man. focussing on the manager. “We want you, first, right there where you are, at your desk. Hold it!” The picture was taken, a copy promised to Seagrue within an hour and the party started out. Had he left his hut two minutes earlier he might have seen Amos Rhinelander, followed by Seagrue’s own Spike ■with Rhinelander’s lags, entering the waiting room door of Signal station. • Helen, looking up from her table, perceived Rhinelander’s anxiety re fleeted in b’s manner. “Bad news, Helen,” he said, plunging at once Into the unpleasant subject. “I am on my way to Oceanside,” he added, when she had read Bowers’ note. “The directors peet tonight. Somecnc is trying, to undermine us. But whether I succeed in changin® their views or not, I’m going to fight If I have to fight all night.” Helen was too upset to speak for a minute. For her. so much depended on the success of her own road in reaching the mountains with a cut-off first. Rhinelander, w-orried though he was, tried to cheer her up. Spike outside, listening, gathered that Rhinelander was on his way to the city. He hung around the platform till the local passenger pulled in, watched Rhinelander board it, and, mingling with Seagrue’s men, walked unobserved over to the latter’s camp. He (found his boss with the journalists. : “What is it?” demanded Seagrue, scenting news in Spike’s appearance. “Rhinelander has just gone to Oceanside.” 1 Seagrue smiled. “Did he get a letter this morning?” : “He did.” Their confab was broken in on by one of the newspaper men who had a print of the photo he had taken of ! Seagrue at his desk. Seagrue inspected this with the greatest pleasure. “Fine!” he exclaimed. “Good picture!” A whimsical idea seized him. He wrote a word or two across the back of the print and recalled Spike. “Take this over to Helen Hulmes. Give it to her with my compliments.” So' saying he turned to the photographer. Spike’s reception at the station was always a chilly one. This time Helen took his message and dismissed him 1 ; before she opened the envelope. When j : she saw what Seagrue had sent she was angry. Her first impulse was to tear tho hateful print in* two. ■■ Instead, she contemptuously impaled it on a steel file near at hand. A mo- ; ment later, removing the print to silo a message, she looked at the picture again. Her attention was attracted , to a paper lying on Seagrue’s desk. It had been caught by the camera lens. The longer she looked the more carefully her eyes fixed on this object revealed in the photograph. Very; curious now, Helen opened a drawer, 1 took from it a reading glas» and studied the contents of Seagrue s desk. Her heart almost stopped beating as she realized that her suspicions must he correct. With the aid of tho ordinary glass she could plrnnly see , the survey that had been stolen from i her father’s library. ! Helen looked toward Seagrue’s 1 camp. It was there even now, and if she could recover the precious find it was not too late to save her own interests as well as those of her own good friend, Amos Rhinelander. How could she recover it? With | fast kindling hatred of its dishonest ■ possessor, a dozen projects for regainI Ing her own flashed across her mind.. I The more she thought the more im- ■

I i possible it seemed to devise any i scheme thnt could be carried out in I time to help Rhinelander’s fight! that night at Oceanside. , But what' Helen could noc devise I herself, was being already devised for her. Following up what Spike—an unconscionable liar —had declared a flattering reception of the picture, , Seagrue resolved to seize a moment I while the going was good to forward ■ himself with Helen. She was studying tho telltale print when she heard footsteps and, startled, looked out.. Seagrue was coming up tho platform. She felt frightened. Could he possibly have realized his j blunder and come to demand the re- , turn of the picture She was resolved | sire would not surrender it in .any ■ event. Force, she was hopeless of i as a possible aid in her difficulty. ; Stratagem and a Roman’s weapons , alone remained to her. Her wits rapidly cleared. She snatched the photograph. Seagrue. opening the door, caught her, picture in hand. He walked forward pleased. It was not hard for Helen to counterfeit an embarrassment; nor was it In the least unbecoming to her. To Seagrue her look came like a turst of sunshine after many chilling storms. I “What do you think of my construci tion headquarters?” he laughed. Helen's gaze rested modestly on her 1 table. She- seemed to contemplate the ( picture with a quiet pleasure. Then she looked slowly up at Seagrue. . "This doesn't show very much of the i camp”—she drawled the words the very least bit —“you are awfully busy [ over there, I suppose.” "Never too busy to welcome our . friends. Come over sometime.” “What, to a construction camp?” asked Belen, feigning just enough amazement. | “Why not? Talk about Rhineland- ! ' cr’s steam shovels! I'll show you ' 1 shovels that can do everything but • vote. Come on along.” i For an effective moment she hesi- ' fated. “I couldn’t possibly,” she declared with decision, but she allowed a note of regret to linger an instant It*..

■ * ■a? .J! 4#lk r ' ■ ■ ’ ■ * ■ ■ 7- « A. -.' r ! ■ i -... . ■ - ■ A. I A srfe 5 ,- si ' ■ j ■' ■■■ --‘i I—Seagure and the Engineer Glared at Each Other. 2—His Wines She Persistently Leclined. —3 —“ Rhinelander Has Just Gone to Oceanside.” 4—Storm Is Discharged.

in the tone of her explanation and glanced around. “No one here, you know.” “Well, but what time do you get off?” asked Seagrue feverishly. “Oh, not for a long time yet.” His hopes were burgeoning fast. “See here, Helen; come over and take a camp dinner with me. Come, do. 11l show you w’hat can bo done without preparation.” She regarded him with an expression that indicated how completely such a proposal shocked her. She struggled an instant with the thought of it. Then she rejected the invitation; yet with enough indecision to invite a renewal. For the moment Helen was a heartless angler, and Seagrue deluded by vanity was unsuspectingly playing fish. Before he left—-in the highest spirits he had known for many j a day—he had, to his astonishment, secured Helen's promise to dine with him that night in camp. And at the appointed time she was ready. ; The night was warm and a moon, rising full and into a clear sky, flooded the landscape. And after Helen's uneasiness at the strangeness of her situation had worn off, she was able throughout the trying hour with Seagrue in his Jiut to wear her mask of languid interest successfully. The table was served with surprising delicaicies and a plentiful array of wines was in evidence. Yet, to an innocent intriguer, a whole hour never went so slowly, nor was appetite ever more reluctant thatKthat of Seagrue's guest. Though she went through the form of I eating and assumed a carefree air, his food choked her. His wines she persistently declined; but .that did not ! dismay fceagrue, who drank quite ■ enough for two. I 1

Where couin rne survey ne, nowr was the question recurring always to Helen’s mind. Toward the close of tho dinner, Seagrue, rising, unlocked his desk for a flask of Chartreuse. There, lying in the corner exactly where she had seen it, Helen again beheld the survey, a blue print beside it. Seagrue was pawky enough to close and lock the desk after he had taken the flask out. Hew, she asked herself, was she to get that desk open again? Seagrue dismissed his serving man, and this did not allay Helen's uneasi-, ness for herself. She did not want to be left alone a minute with him now; things were getting too compll- | catod. Hut could she in some way I get into the desk? Rising, she said she would clear the ! table a little. Taking hold of the flask ' he had just taken from the desk and I holding out her hand with a smile she asked him foi his keys. Seagrue was in no position to refuse so intimate a request. With an air of camaraderie he handed them over and Helen pushed back the cover of the desk. But as she did so Seagrue threw his arms around her. She struggled indignantly, but could not get away. For a moment there was a fierce struggle. Then with a superhuman effort she tore herself free, caught up the first i thing she could lay her hand on —it ' happened to be a bronze match tray— I and struck Seagrue across the forehead. He went completely over, leaving > Helen horrcfr-stricken at what she had done. She listened. Outside she heard no sound. Seizing the blue print that lay under her hand, she gained the door and ran out just as Seagrue regained his feet. She had resolved to flag the Limited. Hardly touching the earth, she dashed to the ‘ station, hurried to the key and telfei graphed Rhinelander: “Have blue print of survey. Will be on Limited. HELEN.” It was not too soon. Through the window she saw Seagrue rushing down the platform. She slammed the eflice door shut, and locked it. Seagrue •

threw himself viciously against it. The lock held, but she must get away at once. There was a window in the freighthouse, and she ran into the freightroom. Seagrue had snatched up a stone. He reached the operator s window, only to see Helen, who had sprung through the freighthouse window, running up the track. He followed her at top speed. Intent on escaping, she gave no thought to where she was running; it was only to get away from her hated enemy and save what she had so hardly regained. Hel-ter-skelter through a grove of scattered oaks that fringed the hills above the sea, on and on she ran, until breath and strength were deserting i her, but at every turn her detested pursuer was fast upon her heels. Between his lunging footfalls she could hear his panting threats, and the clearness of the night gave her ■ little chance \to elude his savage pursuit. She realized she was running across what had been her own father's estate. The ocean sprea’d suddenly below her. She had reached Signal bay and the precipitous cliffs that frowned high above it. Like a frightened fawn she ran up th* rocks and down, only to hear Seagrue breathing maledictions close behind, and with the distanc steadily lessening between her and certain capture. Brought at last to bay, she darted down the cliffs to find a hiding place. Not a nook or cranny offered a hope of concealment, and a misstep where she trod meant certain death. Panting and bewildered, she heard Seagrue climbing down the ledge cn which she had found a narrow foothold. Her escape was cut off, and Seagrue descended triumph- , antly toward her. She warned him ■ back i I

“Give me that blue print!" he shout- i cd with an oath. "Keep away from me," licit u pant-' cd. "You’re a wretch. I'll never give It to you. I’ll die first. Don’t you dare come down here. I’ll drag yon over the cliff if I have to go over my- j self.” Nothing daunted, he came on. There was but ono chance left to get away and, unhesitating, she took it. Turning, just as he thought he had her in his power, she sprang from I where she stood on the edge of tho precipice far cut over tho ocean below. He stood spellbound. She struck with a great splash. He saw her come up, strike out and sink again, as if helpless. But he knew her unquenchable determination, her resource and her daring, and was shrewd enough to watch the surface ot the bay closely. Sure enough, in a little while bo could see her, after swimming a distance under water, regain the surface and with long, powerful strokes swim away. At no great distance from where she had plunged Into the bay a speed l launch lay at anchor. Helen recog-, nized the boat; it had, in truth, once been her own, and she had named it The Spiderwater. It belonged now to the owners of her father's estate, but she believed she might borrow it once more. Seagrue, impotent with rage, and following her down the shore, saw her reach the launch and climb resolutely up over tho gunwale into the cockpit. Shaking herself like a duck, and without losing a minute, Helen spread the wet blue print out on the deck, broke the motor lock on the ignition switch, and turned the engine over. She knew | the motor well; it was a powerful Loew Victor, and after her second effort it hummed like a dynamo. While it was warming up she cut the mooring line. Seagrue easily suspected she meant to get to Rhine lander at Oceanside. He looked at his watch. If he could catch the Limited he could still reach, the city ahead of her. Exasperated, and out of breath, he hastened back to camp, routed out his chauffeur and took his racing car for the station. Hardly a minute was loft to him, and his hope of reaching a point ■where he could flag the through train vanished when he heard its whistle and saw the gleam of its headlight coming down the Signal grade. But he would not give up. Urging his man to speed, he gained the highway paralleling the railroad track and as the Limited shot by, Sea;.rue, with all the power that could be got out of his motor, actually held for a time abreast of it. lie yelled and shouted as one sleeper after another drew slowly past —both the train anti the motor car were running very fast -4-but he could attract no attention Helpless with rage, he saw the la-d car pulling gradually past, and furi I ous at being balked, he stood up on the seat and as the car drew past him he jumped over the rail and landed on the observation platform. Helen was pushing the launch toward Oceanside. The ocean below the bay laps almost the edge of the railroad track, but her heart sank as she looked back and saw the night train tearing up the track and rapidly overhauling her. Instinct told her that Seagrue would somehow board that train in an effort to get to, the city first. As the engine drew nearer, she picked up a pair of glasses "and leveling them on the cab, discovered George Storm on the right side. She waved a signal flag at him, but his eyes were glued on the track ahead. Then, as if by an inspiration', she seized the cord of the air whistle at her hand and in the Morse code signaled for help. Storm turned his head and, looked back questioning!} - along his train; then up at his own whistle. The whistling continued, and his attention was finally drawn to the launch, now dropping behind the train. Helen caught up her signal flag again. In a flash he* recognized her, and calling his fireman over they listened to her appeal. “Give me paper, pencil,” shouted Storm, as he shut off the throttle and listened to the long and short toots that re-echoed in jerky succession from the surface of the sea against the towering cliffs and through the flying cab. On a leaf, torn from a pad, Storm scratched out the signals: “Have survey. Seagrue on your train. Delay so 1 can reach Oceanside first. HELEN.” The engine whistle shrieked his answer to her eager cars. “Something wrong with engine already.” | The fireman, learning the truth from Storm, tried to persuade him, whatever happened, not to delay the train. It would cost Storm, he urged, his job. “What’s the job to me?” demanded Storm, applying the air and bringing up the train with a jolt. So saying, he snatched a small handful of tools from the box and prepared to get down. Seagrue had made his way into the coach. He summoned the conductor, and being known was accorded every courtesy. But the race was now first on his mind, and when he heard the brakes grinding, and running back on the platform saw fire screaming from tho wheels, he called the conductor, demanding to know the cause of the stop. Going forward together for an explanation, the two men found Storm under his engine with wrench and ; hammer, while in the distance Seagrue ' could see the Spiderwater cutting the waves like foaming glass and slipping away to where a stormy directors’ , meeting ■■•• as in session at Ocpr-n.n'io, ■ and Rhinelander was in the f lit of his life to prevent summary act: > ’’ I ing taken to stop the cut-off wo:k. . I vain he showed Helen’s telegram, j

which had come in time to rescue him from complete defeat. But Seagrue’s henchman, Capelle, conniving with the disaffected clement in the directorate, was pushing to a vote with every prospect of success the resolution to stop work. "What have we got to go on?” he demanded, facing Rhinelander down. “You know as well as I do we are throwing hundreds of thousands into a project absolutely uncertain. You offer a telegram. What good is the telegram? Where can Helen Holmes get a survey at an hour’s notice that would justify us in keeping on?” Beside the engine of the limited the conductor and Seagrue were volleying sharp and suspicious questions at the fireman. He told, reluctantly, of the mysterious launch and of Storm’s exchange of signals. No more was needed to infuriate Seagrue, who now understood the connivance. Storm crawled out from under the engine and Seagrue met him with an abusive epithet. The stalwart engineman promptly knocked him down. The crew dragged tho two men apart and the . conductor ordered the fireman to take 1 the limited in, Storm, with folded i arms, refusing to lend further assistance. Hut despite his stubbornness the big train pulled into Oceanside just after Helen stepped from the deck of the speed launch to the dock. She ran all the way up the esplanade, survey in hand, to where she could catch a taxicab and drove hard for the Tidewater building. There she alighted only to be confronted by two men —Seagrue and an officer. Seagrue pointed to Helen: “There she is! There are the documents she stole—in her hand. Arrest her!” Before Helen could collect her senses, the officer had seized her and Seagrue had snatched the survey. “Stop,” she cried, “that is my property, stolen from my father. I, not he, am its rightful owner!” While she protested, stormed and wept tears of humiliation and anger, Seagrue was producing papers to convince the slow-witted official that the survey belonged to him and that Helen was the thief. In spite of all she could say, he won out. Indeed, the guardian of the law was ready to take Helen to the station when Seagrue magnanimously intervened, told him to let her go and said he was satisfied to recover his property. Upstairs the directors were closing their protracted session, Rhinelander vainly trying to hold them together until his ally should appear. The sound of an opening door raised his hopes. Helen rushed into the room and hastened to his side. “The survey—where is it ?” he cried, reading bad news in her face. She told him of her battle —of how she had been robbed at the very foot of what were once her father’s stairs. Everyone listened. Then half a dozen men began talking—some for, some against crediting what they had just heard. Rhinelander put his arm around the despairing girl. “No matter. We know now who has our property, gentlemen. We’ll get it yet.” Capelle, laughing furtively, left the room tc report to Seagrue. The chairman rapped for order. Rhinelander, trying to comfort Helen, took her to her taxicab and they drove back to the launch together. Dazed, furious at her misfortune, Helen met another surprise at the pier. Storm, awaiting her return there, helped her to alight from the taxicab. She could only regard him breathlessly. He laughed in his reassuring way: It’s really I,” he said to her, offering his hand. "I’m discharged—but I told the superintendent I might yet live long enough to discharge him. What do you think he threw back at me? *1 hope if I ever deserve it as much as you do, you will discharge me.’ I guess it was coming,” concluded Storm good naturedly. “But I’ve got a marine license and I’m going to run your launch to Signal bay for you. Got plenty of gas in the old tub, Helen?” His robust humor was Infectious. ; With Storm at the driver’s wheel, they 1 soon reached the offing in the launch and were discussing the exciting events of the night when Helen’s eyes : fixed on the canvas covering the deck ; of the boat. It was on this she had , laid the blue print to dry and the impression had been definitely trans- ( ferred. She seized her uncle’s arm, pointed and explained. Rhinelander, jerking a knife from his pocket, cut the canvas from the deck and showed it to Storm, who headed the launch in a great foaming circle back toward Oceanside. ' The directors were preparing to go home when three half-crazed people dashed into their room. Rhinelander, Helen and Storm told their story and showed their find. Excited in spite of themselves, the listeners crowded about the table. They Inspected, objected and argued. The evidence was indisputable and the Chairman called the meeting to order and asked its sense. Sympathy for the plucky daughter of their old president was perhaps not wanting In influencing their action; at all events, almost before Helen could realize it was being done, a resolution* declaring their support should not be withdrawn, was put and carried. Bowers, the chairman, clinched his own feelings by catching Helen’s hands and congratulating her. I Seagrue—pleased with what ho believed his escape from a serious com- 1 plication—was bound for his camp on a returning train. Helen, wit!} Rhinelander and Storm, was again aboard the launch. They ( were speeding contentedly back to Sig- j nal bay. , c (TO BE CONTINUED.) j I • 1

PUBLIC SALE. Tho undersigned will offer at public sale at his residence, 1% miles south of Pleasant Mills, 5 miles west of Willshire, 4 miles enst of Monroo. 3 miles north of Salem, 5% miles, south of Decatur, on what is known as the Jint Syphers farm, on Wednesday. February IG, beginning at 10 o’c.lok sharp, the following property, to-wit: Six Head of Horses: Bay mare, 3 years old in July, weight 1400; bay horse, 5 years old In August, weight 1550; black mare, 4 years old in June, weight 1550, safe in foal; black mare, 3 years old in May; spring colt roan horse, 3 years old in May; black mare, 3 years old in June. Five Head of Cattle: Red cow, 4 years old, fresh in June; black cow, 3 years old, fresh in April: 3 spring calves. Seven Head of Hogs: Two brood sows, one with pigs by side; 5 shoats, average about 80 lbs. each. Fifteen Head of Ewes: Fifteen head ot good breeding ewes, 2 to 4 years old. Three tons of goed mixed hay; 100 bu. of good seed oats’. Farming Implements: Good Stuaebaker wagon, with double bed; spike tooth harrow, used only one season; John Deere riding plow, float, cultivator, walking plow, single and dounle shovel plow, disc drill, Bell Center disc, pair hay ladders, set chain harness, set single harness, pair bob sleds. Art Empire kitchen range, insurance gasoline stove, 2 doz. chickens, McCormick mower, 16 ft. log .chain, 5 good collars. Terms of Sale: —All sume of $5.00 and under, cash; over $5.00 a credit or 9 months will be given, purchaser giving a note with approved security; 4 per cent discount for cash. No goeds removed until settled for. G. M. SYPHERS. Jeff Liechty. J. N. Burkhead, Aucts. D. B. Roop, Clerk. The Ladies’ Aid of the Pleasant Mills M. E. church will serve lunch on the grounds. PUBLIC SALE. The undersigned will offer for sale at his residence, 1% miles east of Pleasant Mills, 2% miles northwest of Willshire, 7% miles southeast of Decatur, on what is known as the Dayton Hard farm, on Thursday, February 17, 1916, beginning at 10 o’clock sharp, the following property, to-wit: Eight Head of Horses: Brown geiding, 6 years old, weight 1150; ; ,ray mare. 5 years old, weight 1100; roan Gelding, 3 years old, weight 1250; sorrel gelding, 3 1 years old, weight ?50;; bay gelding, 2 years old; gray horse cojt. 1 year old. Fourteen Head of Cattle: Roan cow, 6 years old, fresh March 1; spotted-cow. 7 years* old. fresh March 1; spotted cow, 3 years old, fresh March 22; Herford cow, 7 years old, fresh August 1; Holstein heifer. 2 years old, fresh March 1; red heifer, 2 years old, fresh April 1; Herford steer, 2 years old; Durham steer. 2 years old; spotted heifer, 2 years old; 5 yearling calves. Five Head of Hogs: Two full blooded Duroc sows, farrow March 1; Poised China sow, farrow March 1; red sow, farrow May 1; full blooded Duroc male hog. Twelve head breeding ewes; 3 turkey hens. Farming Implements. Three-inch Turnbull wagon, with triple box; 7-ft. McCormick binder, 12-disc Hoosier grain drill, Ohio hay loader, 6-ft. McCormick mower. 12-in. Gale gang plow, new hay tedder, J. I. Case check row, with 80 rods of wire; land roller, J. I. Case corn cultivator, with 2 sets shovels; disc harrow, hay rake, low lift manure spreader, low wheel farm wagon. brand new I. H. C. 4-hp. gasoline engine and 6-in. feed mill; 3-section spike tooth harrow, 2-seated carriage, 2 sets light farm harness, 5 all-leather horse collars, good as new; Sharpless cream separator. Terms of Sale: —All sums of $5.00 and under, cash in hand; over $5 b 0 a credit of 9 months will be given; purchaser giving note with approved security, bearing 6 per cent after maturity; 4 per cent discount for cash. No property removed until settled for. S. J. DURBIN. Prop. J. N. Burkhead, G. R. Hileman, Aucts. Lunch served by M. E. Ladies' Aid of Pleasant Mills. CITY STOPS FOR DECATUR CARS IN FORT WAYNE. Hereafter the following stops will be made in the city of Fort Wayne by the Decatur cars for taking on and discharging passengers: Rudisill avenue. Pontiac street. Creighton avenue. Wallace street. Balter street. Lewis street. Transfer corner. Terminal station. These changes are made in the interest of “Safety First.” Ticket office and waiting station has been changed from Williams street to Wallace street in the store of P. L. Cassady. 26-e o-d-t l o NOTICE. All persons knowing themselves indebted to the Schaub-Dowling company will please call and settle their account at once. All accounts must be settled in full by February Ist. 7tf SCHAUB-DOWLING CO. 1