Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 22, Number 176, Decatur, Adams County, 24 July 1924 — Page 2

DEMOCRAT WANT ADS GET RESULTS JM USE WW&L f BURDSAL’S 1 M Homestead wL f Paint g | When You Paint I BEATING rains, blistering sunshine, g? biting winds that destroy and decay, can’t get through the heavy linseed oil /’f film created by BURDSAL’S Home- j ..-" stead Paint. Nothing is spared to give f it utmost durability. This makes for greatest economy and satisfaction. Lasts j 2 to 5 years longer than paints selling for > less—goes farther per gallon—brushes S on easily and uniformly. Paint NOW LM —with BURDSAL’S Homestead Paint. * I LEE HARDWARE CO. I Decatur, Indiana JH _ _. I EVERY HOME NEEDS THIS Weather Prophet Quaint —Attractive—Reliable Advertised for $l.O0 —Our Price For a Limited Time With the Coupon, 69c. This 1 ~ J 69c I Good for i -f iwWiii I «■ w SS, I Weather Ewfafca ‘ House •) now* iJ -toVf v-Oj I Prophet J J I MADE IN AMERICA-GUARANTEED I .When the weather is to be fine the two children will be out: when ■ " ''i:iy ithct ■ ippronchim the witch will tome out from Bto 24 ■ hours ahead ot rain or snow. It la surprisingly reliable on loca’ ■ we.cior conditions. Made on strictly sceintific principles. We have ■'; 11 I ri ‘ • 111 « quanta.’ I lonj as they last will sell ■ them for exactly what it costs us to retail them—only 69c; if yoa ■ bring this coupon. Every village, city and farm home- should have ■ one. Come and get yours at once or mail your orde r. Mail orders 8c ■ extra for packing and postage. I ENTERPRISE DRUG CO. I 135 North 2nd Street Phone 32 "if mr rrwi wuwsii inumm i i The Successful Finish Some people are apt to forget that there can be no successful finish without an intelligent beginning. 1 Certainly if you never begin you 1 can never finish. The beginning of almost every “nancial success is right in a mans’ savings account. ACCOUNT and “ • * We pay FOUR PFP r WV m lAT TERIIST on swings um IN ‘ / The Peoples loan & Trust Co. Bank of Service

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| w t v _u t n. 111 •** ’«r—i W "■■II, 1H..1— I—s Colette Was His Actress t Sweetheart •( |* K By ANTHONY REIMERT A I 1924, Western Newspaper Union.) 11 iVT Y GOD ’ Parrlsh Sergeant Smith stared at the constable . who had catered the otllce. "Jameson’s ' mother? Mother?” "That’s so, sergeant. Couie from . Ontario to see her son.” "What’s she like, I’arrlslt?” "One of those deur old ladles you read about.” "Ami him waiting to go down under | escort to be hanged," muttered the serI gen nt. "Parrish,” he said, suddenly, “that woman hasn't come two thousand miles to learn that. Listen!” Jameson, In his cell, sat with his head in his hands. He had shot the storekeeper in a tit of frenzied Jealousy over Colette, the little actress who had somehow drifted north, a derellcL Since then ills fate had been inevitable. He had been tried and found guilty. Colette's frenzied pleas had not saved him. The girl had been sent south, and in a week’s time Jameson must start on Ids own grim Journey unless— The cell door opened. Sergeant Smith stood there. “Jameson, your mother's here from Ontario.” “God!" The constable sprang to his feet. j "She doesn’t know. And we're not 1 going to let her know. We're giving ■ out you’ve got to start north on patrol this evening. Till then you’re a free ! num, so long as you don't stray from tlie post. I'm trusting you, Jameson. Keep up the bluff. You’ll pretend to start tonight under charge of Smith — and we'll hustle her out on the boat tomorrow. Savvy?” Jameson nodded like a mnn In a daze. The sergeant removed his shackles. He went out. In the office the little, gray-haired old woffian was waiting. With a cry she fell upon his neck. The sergeant turned his bead i away. | "Guess he can't beat It,” he told Par : rish, "but keep an eye on him.” All that afternoon the old woman and the constable strolled about the fort. Sometimes they were out of sight for a few minutes, but it was clear Jameson had no intention of trying to make a get-away. “I’m so proud and happy to see my son doing so well," the old woman told the sergeant gratefully. "It’s a pity he’s got to start on patrol tonight,” said Smith, “but that’s orders from district headquarters." “My son must do his duty,” she answered proudly. "I'd be the last one to try to prevent him.” They had given the old lady the visiting inspector's empty room. The two sat there most of the afternoon. Toward dusk Parrish saw the old lady cross the parade ground toward the. store. "Guess she’s going to buy him something," he meditated. He took the precaution to look in at the window of the Inspector's room, however. Jameson was crouching there, his head In Ids hands, sobbing. "Poor devil!” thought Pnrrish. Smith came out of the office. “Timo to start that fake patrol,” he told him. “Hustle Idm a mile out of camp, come hack round the cut-off and lock him Into the cell again." Parrish nodded. “Old woman's at the store," he said. “Walt till she gets back. Then it’s good-by." He crossed to the inspector's room. Just then the new storekeeper came hurrying up. “Say —you know about old Mrs. Jameson?" he asked. “Eh? What d’ you mean?” “No business of mine," grumbled the dull-witted man. "Only she went down

I the road and I heard a horse going like h—l for leather a few minutes ago in m the direction of the brush, too." - I "Wha-at?" The sergeant and the U ■ constable burst into the Inspector's room. Jameson was still sitting there, his back toward them, his face hidden In his hands. "Jameson I" As the constable did not ionk around the sergeant advanced and shook hint ,by the shoulders. Slowly Jameson turned bls bead. I They stared with stupefaction. They yelled with fury: I "You!" ! Colette, the little actress, smiled. “You’ll have hard work cntcldng Jim In the dark,” she smiled. "That’s a good horse 1 brought him/’ Appreciated Effort i A pastor was called to a former I charge to officiate nt a burial. Ho ■ arrived Itt town In time to chat with ' old friends, but soon saw a funeral party coming. He hastened to the ! cemetery nnd Informed the undertaker he was to officiate. He performed his duties with usual sincerity. As he was leaving the cemetery he saw another funeral procession nppror.ching. nnd It dawned on hint that he had participated In the wrong service. The next day the undertaker, who | had been In charge of the first ftlnern! received it letter from the surviving i relatives, thanking blm for his thoughtI fulness In having the pastor nt the I grave who spoke such words of comi fort to them.--Indianapolis Star. — . Slam for Mother Conceited Six-yen r-<;d (after cnller has £one) —Mother, am I really the ‘ Image of you. or was that lady just | trying to hurt my feelings?—ilonton I i Transcript. — ■ —.»». w ,.,„

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| Two Bachelor® | Gained Nothing —but Vamp Did i By CHARLES BRIGGS (©. till, Wulm N»w»pap«r Unlun.) FROM the moment when Henry Mills saw a copy of the "Matrimonial Register” In the shack of his neighbor and friend, Jim Bates, a sullen hostility took the place of Ids former warm regard. He glanced over the paper and thrust it back into its hiding place Just as Bates enteied. After a few Indifferent remarks about the crops, he took his departure. Mills Hung himself down upon his bed In deep disgust. He took a copy of the "Matrimonial Register," which lie had secreted under his mattress, and looked through it One paragraph especially caught his eye: "I want to be married as Boon as possible. My name is Estelle Read, residence Baltimore, age twenty-four. I am a brunette, tall and considered good-looking. Am well educated, can dance and play the piano, have a pas-1 slon for country life and should like to make a happy home for my husband upon some ranch in the West. Have a fortune of SIO,OOO, but cannot touch it till I am twenty-five." The paragraph was marked with the imprint of Bates’ thumbs. “The durned cuss 1" muttered Mills. "Thought he’d steal a march on me, 1 didn’t he? But here's where he plays second fiddle!” From the same hiding place lie extracted a letter, which ran as follows* “Hear Friend: From what you have written to me I fancy you are Just the gentleman who would make me a good husband. Especially am I fascinated by your charming description of country life. I Inclose you my photograph, us you request. Now, friend, there is one little particular that must be aald, though it goes to my heart to say it. I am all alone In the world and working for my daily bread. My guardian does not want me to get married and he will not advance me any of my money. I shall have to ask you to remit me SIOO for my expenses and SIOO more if you wish me to arrive with a trousseau. “Yours lifvingly, "ESTELLE." The photograph was of a tall and Statuesque brunette, and he gazed ardently upon it several times. The neighbors were not slow to perceive the coolness that grew between the erstwhile cronies, but they attributed it to jealousy. For Mills was building a substantial addition to his cabin am! rushing It up as fast as he could. When next he strolled over toward his former friend’s house he was • in zed to see that the little shack was :‘so being transformed and Bates attri d in a brand new suit of clothes. “Going in for a wife, eh, Jim?” he called jocularly. "Well, I don’t know as I might, Hank,” answered the other. “Maybe there’s a girl down East—“ The rest of Jim's words were spoken to the air, for Henry Mills was hurry--1 ing away as fast as he could go. He was determined to raise that second hundred at once and send it. A letter was waiting for him. It was in the sasne fluent handwriting. “Dear Friend,” it ran. “Yours re- ' ceived, and thank you so much for the journey money. Now, Henry, let us ' he frank with one another. My clothes are all worn out, and I am too much ' of a lady to start out to be married • in shabby things, so I must have an- ■ other hundred and fifty, or else I may have to consider a proposal I have • from somebody who doesn't live a thousand miles away from you.” Henry Mills sent $l5O and implored ’ F.s'elle to come out on the next train. ’'After that it was weary waiting be-

fore the long-expected letter arrived. , This Is what he read: "Dear Friend: My heart bleeds for me to have to tell you what I must tell you, but since your letter came 1 have met the man of my choice and we are married. He Is taking me on our honeymoon to Europe, and we Shall probably be back In two years' time. So no more from your former friend, “ESTELLE." 1 She did, pot Inclose the $250 that Ihe had sent. Altogether, Including the , house nnd the furniture, Henry Mills j wn« "out” In the neighborhood of , SI.2(X). He sat there in a lethargy of despair for a long time. But suddenly there came a thought (hat cheered him. He saddled his hcrae hastily and rode over to Jim's. He knocked at the door. “Come In," muttered n hollow voice. Henry went In. Jlnt Bules was lying upon his new lounge, a letter on the ■ floor beside him. As Ids old friend entered he struggled to his feet. Henry Mills looked at the letter nnd seemed to recognise the handwriting. i And suddenly a whoop escaped his Ups und, without even a “by-your- ! leave" he snatched It up and perused It. It was couched in Identical language with the one which he had had un hour before. Suddenly the same thought seemed to come Into Jim Bates’ mind, for his scowl relaxed nnd gnve place to a brond ( gr!n nnd bis hand went out toward his old crony’s. •’Same with yon, Hank?” he naked. "Same here," said the other. "Say, Jim. will you be round for a pipeful after supper?" "Sure thing," answered his friend, pitching a piece of paper Into the stove. "Ami wiy, flank. we'll put our feet upon tii« bthb and be real comI sortable.” . Mf*. ’ “*r • •

t Appropriated | Grandfather’s Deserted .Home | A * ”*" a *'* * *l, By JOHN ST. CLAIR •|»<~z m z~^****’'***‘‘**********’***‘’*‘' , ’***‘ , ‘* 4 ’ , ‘ * 1 (©, 1924, Western Newspaper cnivnJ ill? LLIS, there is our home," said Dorothy Milford with coin teflon, pointing to the old colonial building at the end of the village street. “I wonder how much It would cost us, Ellis?" whispered Dorothy, clinging to his urm. Ellis Milford was a hard-working ■ clerk in oae of the big insurance offices, and their home had been only a four-room fiat in the dusty city. But every Sunday they had gone fort i from the metropolis dreaming of Just such a place as this. The bouse had been untennnted for many years, and it was rumored that the owner resided in England. No, there had never been any effort to rent It. It would be hard to do so, anyway, because nobody wanted an old-fash-ioned house when you could get a brand new one on the installment plan. ! At which information Dorothy's heart beat high with secret joy. i “You see, ElUs, it Is my English blood," she explained. “You know grandfather was an Englishman, and 1 though I never saw him, I know 1 have Inherited his taste for Just such an I old-fashioned hlnie." Dorothy's grandfather had settled In America and calmly disinherited his son, Dorothy’s father. Still. Dorothy j always attributed all the English traits la her disposition to this semi-mythlcal person. I “Dorothy," exclaimed her husband, “let’s go Inside and have a look around. I saw one of the window shutters was nearly off its hinge, and I believe the , window behind it Is btoken." | It was broken. Ellis climbed through and, standing Inside, swung Dorothy Into the room. They wandered from room to room. It was true the interior was in poor eondition. But still the house was habitable, and a little money Invested judiciously would turn it into a very comfortable abode. And. the greatest find of all, in the attic there was old furniture, all sorts of odds and ends which would go far toward the furnishing of the less showy rooms, at least. “Ellis,” said Dorothy, in a tone

which even three months of married life had taught him to attend to, “we must have this house.” 1 | "You ain't going to live there, are ye?" inquired a villager who watched , 1 them emerge through the front gate 1 with ill-concealed interest. ! | "Yes, we have rented tide place from the first of next month," Dorothy answered. I i "Well, I swan!" exclaimed the yokel. ’ j “Dorothy," said Ellis reproachfully, when they were out of his hearing. I I “But, Ellis, I meant it,” declared: Dorothy, almost crying. My dear, we ' nre going to have the rooms papered ’ and the windows mended and move in on the first. And when the landlord 1 calls to make trouble for us we'll have the rent ready for him." ' Dorothy's words proved prophetic, for on the first day of the month following a motorvan stopped in front of the old house and Dorothy superintended tlie disgorging of the furniture. ’ | "They'll turn us out," said Ellis, ! when they were settled at their fire- ’ side, gazing admiringly upon the new- ’ ly-papered walls. 1 I "Not If we have the rent, my dear," 1 said-Dorothy. ' ' Summer came on and soon the gar * den was ablaze with Howers. Ellis ? could hardly wait for the clock to strike I ( .to leave his office. And us tlie months rolled by and the neighbors took their II occupancy of the house as a matter of course, their fears gradually dwindled

until— Until that Sunday morning when the strange man came walking up the middle drive. The newcomer was an Englishman, but he appeared much less angry than ; Dorothy and her husband hud antlci i parted. In fact, his first words werel decidedly apologetic, I “I'm 'sorry to trouble you," he sahl. I ‘and I don't know, of course, what your title will show; but the fact I- 1 there Is reason to believe that this property Is part of an estate which 1 have come over from London to handle on behalf of the heirs. It seems to have been forgotten, as tlie ownt ■ did not enumerate' it In bis will. You have your title-deeds?" No, Ellis lind no title-deeds. In fact, he was so equally embarrassed that h“ blurted out the history of the acquisition. "Most extraordinary! Most extraordinary!" said the visitor. "What a tribute to the—er—masterful habits <>f your great nation your action Is. N ow In my country, nobody would ever dream of taking a house he fancied—" ‘Tertaps your countrymen aren’t so quick with the rent,” said Dorotlp “You see, we have four mouths’ u '|; ready for whoever the landlord | s ." 1 “My dear young lady, I thought 1 explained to you that he was dead' replied the other. "He was an eceen trie character, old Mr. Samuel Loft-" “What!" said Dorothy, rising and staring hard at the visitor. "Who's Ids granddaughter? Quick! Answer me!" "All, there you have me," answered the Englishman "If we knew that we could trace back the ownership—" I “Don't worry," Dorothy ’Here she Is. Oh, Kills, this was grand Carter’s house, after all. and lt' s mine -I feel It's mine. And, Ellis- we’ve got four months’ rent money 'n the bunk, and all for ourselves to spend"’

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East Buffalo Livestock Market Receipts 1600. shipments 2660. official to New York yesterday 4750; Hogs closing steady. Heavies $9.90; mediums $9.90; light weight $9.90; few $10; light lights $8.50©9.90; p g< »25Ji5.50; packing sows rough $7.50 <,'7.75; cattle 175 slow; sheep 400; best lambs $14,250’14.50; best ewes $S08; calves 400; tops $11.50. unnlH • (Corrected July 24) Yellow Ear Corn, per 100 $1.50 Oats per bushel 45c Rye, per bushel 65 z Barley, per bushel 65c Wheat, per bushel sl.lO DECATUR PRODUCE MARKET (Corrected July 21) Heavy Broilers ,'. 25c la’ghorn and Black Broilers 20c Heavy Hens 17c Leghorns 12c >ld Roosters 08c Ducks He joe Eggs per dozdn 23c All poultry purchased must be free from fesd. LOCAL GROCER'S EGG MARKET Eggs per dozen »Sc BUTTERFAT AT STATION j Butterfat ; js c — —o— —

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* BUSINESS CARDS 1 INVESTIGATE FOR BETTER HEALTH, SEt DR. FROHNAPFEL, D r Chiropractic and Osteopathia ’ Treatments given to suit your n..a at 144 South 2nd Street Office Phone 314 Home lost Office Hours 10-12 a. m.—l-5 68 p ” 8 - E . BLACK UNDERTAKING AND EMBALMING Calls answered promptly day or night Private Ambulance Service Office Rhone: 90 Home Rhone: 727 N. A. BIXLER OPTOMETRIST Eyes Examined, Glasses Filled HOURS: 1 8 to 11:30—12:30 to 6:00 Saturday &:00 p. nt. Telephone 135. Closed Wednesday afternoons. DR. C. C. RAYL SURGEON X-Ray and C.linicid Laboratories Office Hours: 1 to 4 and 6 to 8 p. mSundays, 9 to 10 a. m. Phone 581. "" 1,1 ,» FEDERAL FARM LOANS Abstracts of Title. Real Estate Plenty of Money to Loan on Government Plan. See French Quinn, Of!lre—Take first stairway south of Decatur Democrat I DR. FRANK LOSE Physician mid Surgeon North Third Street I Phones: Office 422; Home 422 - office Hours—9 to 11 a. tn. i to s—ft to 8 p. tn imi.'tv S to 9 a. nn NOTH i: OF MEETING Notice's hereby given that the 'annual tm eting of the stockholders of the Old Adams County Bank will be he’d at its banking house. Decatur, Ind aim. at 10 ; CO o'clock a. m. on Tue: day. August 5. 192 L for the purpose of electing nine directors to serve for the ensuing year and to transact such other business as may come hgfqre them. D. J. DARKLESS, 'til Aug. 4. Cashier. i Everett S. Dean New Coach At Indiana U. Bloomington, Ind.. July 23- Everett * S. Dean, all-conference center at Indiana uhiversity in 1921) and 1921 and foi Hie past three years head coach of baseball and basketba’l and assistant football coach at Carleton »ol’eg" has been named head baseball and . basketball coach at Indiana univerc sity to succeed Leslie Mann. , Tito selection of Dean wa anB ncunced by the athletic committee j after consideration of a large field of ~ material and upon the recommendsB tion of Athletic Director Zora G. Clevenger. Dean returns to his alma mater after producing at Carleton c college du: ing the past season the baseball and basketliall championship c teams of the mid west conference.

which Is made up of leading college front lowa, Minnesota. The new Indiana coach has been serving as instructor in the Indiana summer coaching school. As .tar athlete and captain at Indiana and ai coach, he has demonstrated that he knows hew to handle men. The fact that he proved a star in play and that he produced winning teams after leaving the university satisfied the Indiana athletic committee that he knows and can teach both basketball and baseball and is a worthy siicccisor to Coach Mann who recently returned In his resignation, Upon leaving Indiana in 1921 Dean went• to Carleton college and began build ng basketball and baseball teams. In 1922 his basketball tea"’ lust only one game in the mid west conference and in 1923 only two game . Both years Carleton fini -hd second in the conference. Last year I lean took his basketball quintet to the top of tile ladder and won both the mid went and the Minnesota state college championships. Dean’s ba.-e---ball lentil developed in the same progressive way. winning second place in tbe mid west conference In I®-' and 1923 and first place-Inst year. It is understood that Dean will tai: ’ , up his new duties at the opening 1,1 jlhe university next fail and that he i 1 (baldy will be on the football ‘ combing staff. 0 African Oranges The largest orang" nrchnrd In th* world Is located In Smith Afrlci'- ,n that land .irnngn cdhlvtitloti hh- 1 r» > !)( cd sipdl piot'ortirti -n flint It J" predicted Smith Africa will hurt* ' IVKmx, ~r liv;l d-„lde far ,I •’>! m t it: a few year*.