Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 31, Number 168, Decatur, Adams County, 18 July 1933 — Page 2

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’ CLASSIFIED advertisements, BUSINESS CARDS, AND * FOR SALE FOR BALE—2O x3O Boeder Howe in good Condition, Loatter Davenport. 122 So. Bth St 167-3tx FOR SAIF'. - 3-day old calf. Theodore Bulmabn. Preble phone 5 on 2o 16 7-2tx FOR SALE — S-ft. binder, cheap Nisco manure spreader, like new. Side delivery hay rake. Wagon. Cotton grain sacks. Peoples Supply Co., 203 S. First St. Phone 1 1( a 168-3 t FOR SALE —Used furniture. Three ' piece mohair living room suite! like new S4O. 4 poster bed with springs and mattress, used only few days, 117. Leather couch. 83.00 Studio couch, like new, >ls. Two rockers. sl.so each. I Estate cabinet beater, large sine, like new, SSO. Sprague furniture Company. 152 South Second street. Phone 199. 168g-3t FOR SALE— Received a car of. Pennsylvania hard coal, $10.50' per ton delivered. Julius Haugk, . Phone 666. 1167-a3tx F()R RENT FOR RENT —Five room, all modern > hous" Hardwood floor and furnace Soath First Street. Phone 79 or in-; quire at 413 Mercer Ave. 167-a3t | FOR RENT -Furnished light house-ke-ping apartment, private entrance. garage. Good 6 room house, liasrment, garage. Inquire 11271 West Monroe street. 167g-3t o Aid for Firemen Invented — Racine, Wis., —(UP) —A device I which permits firemen to obtain ' fresh air from the hose stream j while working in heavy smoke has i been invented by Benjamin Balthazor, Racine fireman. Gas mask lines are fitted into a coupling over a fan and pure washed air is made available through the water stream as it is being used on the tire. o • Tooth Is Worth $10,600 Boise, Ida.— (U.R) — One single molar is worth $10,600 in the opinion of Ruby Mott. She filed suit for that amount in district court If re against Dr. M. W. Faylor. Nampa, charging improper extraction and subsequent treatment. Word Decided Will Probate Spokane. Wash. — (U.R) — Was it "och" or “ave.” Those two small SwFffish words were moot points i of contention in a will probate | case here of Claes Andren. “Och means "and,” and “Ave” means I "of." It was finally decided the' will,.written by hand, said “och,” so -eight heirs instead of seven benefited from the will. <»■ o Rare Buffalo Obtained Cambridge, Mass.—(U.R) — Theodore Roosevelt, until recently Govof the Philippines, "as obtained two rare buffalo called TSmarao from the jungles of Minffiro Island for the Harvard Muaevm of Comparative Zoology. Wn< K OF COMMISSION KR'S «ii.i: of hkvi. lu H»r IdHtiiN Circuit (cart April Term l!»33 TTTF undersigned commissioner, by virtue of an order of the Adams Cir- • ti!t Court, made and entered in a cause therein pending entitled “Cbark’s K ran er, et al vs. ]r*»np Myers, et ai,” and numbered l J upon the dockets thereof, hereby gives notice that he will at the hour of 9:00 A. M. on the sth day of August, 1933, at the law office of Hubei-1 K. McClenahan. in rooms 1 and of the Morrison Building’, Decatur, Indiana and from dav to <L'ty thereafter until sold, offer for sale at private sale for the full appraised value of the following' described real estate, to-wit: The North half of the Northwest quarter of Section thirty-two (32) in Township twenty-five <25) North of iWige fifteen (15) East, and also the West half of the Northeast quarqutffjfr of Section thirty-two (32) Tbwttxhip and Range aforesaid, all in Alfams County, Indiana. Safd sale will be made subject to the approval of said court, for not less than the full appraised value of said real estate and upon the fol-! lowing terms and conditions. Ax. least one-third of the purchase I rnoftby - ash in hand, the balance in I two equal Installments, payable in '' not to exceed one and two years, i evidenced by notes of the purchaser bearing 6% interest from date, with ' Kotwi and sufficient personal sure-I ties waiving relief and providing at-' tornsys fees. Sale will be made free ; of all leins except the taxes for 1933 due and payable in 1934. Chari*** Kraner, Commissioner Rroa A Holt Hubert K, McClenahan. Itforneys - 25

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MARKETREPORTS DAILY REPORT OF LOCAL AND FOREIGN MARKETS i' BERNE MARKET • Corrected July 17 No communion ana no yardage. I 250 to 325 lbs. .. M 65 :>■ to IM Bn. HjW i 140 to 170 lbs. 14.1a 1 : 100 to 140 lbs 13.20 I Roughs $3.40 ' Stags .. $1.75 . Vealers $6.00 . Spring Lambs $4.50 Farm Bureau Ass’n. Open Wednesday and Saturday Evenings Egg Market No. 1, dozen ~ 16c No. 2 dozen lie No. 3. dozen 9c CHICAGO GRAIN CLOSE July Sept. Dec. May Wheat 1.14% 1.17% 1.20% 1.25 Cora .63% .69% .74% .79% Oats .47% .48% .51% .54% FORT WAYNE LIVESTOCK Fort Wayne, Ind.. July 17. —(U.R) —Livestock: Hogs. 10c up; 250-300 lbs., $5; 300-350 lbs.. $4.90; 200-250 lbs.. 14.90; 170-200 lbs., $4.80; 150170 I lbs.. $4.40; 140-150 lbs.. $4.05: ISO--140 lbs., $3.80; 100-130 lbs.. $3.25; I roughs, $3.75; stags, $2.25. Calves. $6; lambs. $7.25. I Cattle, steady; steers, good to choice. $5-$5.50; grass steers, good to choice. $3-$3.50; medium to good , $3-$3.50; fed heifers, good to choice. $4.50-$5; grass heifers, good to choice. $4-$4.25; medium to good, $3-$4; common to mediem. $3-$3.50; i vows, good to choice. $2.50 $3; meIdium to good. $2-$2.50; cutters, $1.7542; canners, sl-$1.50; bulls, ( good choice. $3-$3.25; medium to (good, $2.50-13; butchers, good to light, $3-$3.50. EAST BUFFALO LIVESTOCK East Buffalo, N. Y„ July q.—(U.R) —Livestock: Hogs, on sale, 300; good hogs scarce, feeling strong to 10c higher, steady, as high as $5.35 on 160 to 220 lbs.; medium quotable up to $5.40; 130 to 160 lbs.. $4-$4.75. Cattle, receipts. 25; mostly cows, no steers or heifers offered; good handy kind quotable, steady to strong; fat cows. $3.75-$4. Calves, receipts, 150; steady, demand light, trade slow; good to choice,. s|>.»o-$7; medium, $6-$6.50; cunand common, $4-$5.50. Sheep, receipts. 400: no top lambs (offered, quoted steady; medium and common. $6.50-$7.50. LOCAL GRAIN MARKET Corrected July 18 No. 1 New Wheat, 50 lbs. or better $1.02 No. 2 New Wheat 58 lbs sl.Ol Oats .. 42c White or mixed Corn 80c Good Yellow Corn 85c Rye 75c ~o— Card of Thanks W wish in this manner to express our sincere thanks and appreciations to the neighbors and friends and all those who so kindly assisted us during the death of our wife and mother. Walt r Bleeke and children ,—o Mythical Monument Erected Lawrence, Mass.—(U.R)-A ‘ Bunker Hill Monument” was mythically erected here by a coincidence of street addresses. Involved in an automobile collission were Frank Burns of Bunkerhill street, Lawrence, and George Getchell of Monument street. Medford. Get the Habit — Trade at Home

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"STOLEN LOVE" by HAZEL LIVINGSTON .. COPTRtWT BYKtH» FSATL/RE3 SYNDICATE, INC.

CHAPTER Lil Tn the kitchen she wiped her lips where he had touched them. Scrubbed her face with the biue checked kitchen apron. Two bitter tears dropped into the sizzling bacon in the frying pan. She didn’t cry because he had been cross. That didn't matter. It didn’t matter that he had lied about the starting time. , She cried because he had kissed her, and she had wiped the kiss away. “It’s come to that,” she thought, despairingly. “I —I don't want him to touch me any more. It’s nerves, of course. It must be. We’re both nervous—he's so differ- ' ent it makes me different. I’ll get I over it I’ll make myself ... he I mustn’t know . . . mustn’t ever i guess. . . At dinner she was sparkling, almost boisterous. “Isn’t it fun to be all alone, just you and I—so Mr. and Mrs.! I’ll bet you don’t like the way I fried the chops—they are a little burnt in spots—it's a good thing we’re going to have a cook—but the eoffee is perfect—have some more coffee—what a gorgeous fire you made. Isn’t it lovely they’re so late?” And he laughed a great deal, and drank three cups of coffee. He i couldn’t eat. He felt her inner excitement “She knows,” he thought. , “Taking it sanely, enough.” His pulses raced. He reached across the table and took her hands in his. “Glad they didn’t come? Glad, dear?” She wriggled free. “Yes, of course. It was nice. Let’s go and sit by the fire.” She jumped up and he followed, studying her averted face, her beautiful, clean cut profile. “It has grown so dark.” she said, timidly. "Aren’t you afraid?” “Os the dark?” “Os the roads —you said they were dangerous after dark.” “Oh—the roads. Oh, they’ll be all right Don’t worry.” He smiled and pulled her onto his lap. “You sit th'/re like a good child, and leave the worrying to rpe.” The logs blazed, the shaded lamps glowed warmly in the big rustic room. The smoke from his cigar rose comfortably in the pleasant, cedar-scented air. He began to relax, to rest at ease. Joan sat tense and quiet, listening . . . listening. . . . "It’s so late,” she cried suddenly, breaking the long silence. “I’m afraid—l think we ought to go back and look for them. They may have missed the road—” “Nonsense — they’re all right. Don’t worry about them.” “But I think—” She struggled to free herself from his encircling arm. The arm tightened about her like a vise. He could feel her heart beating frantically, fast as a frightened bird’s. “Don’t be so panicky,” he smiled, but his lips were stiff and dry. She made him so nervous, with her wide, frightened eyes, and her white, pitiful face. Why couldn’t she be sensible? She’d spoil everything yet. “I can’t help it. It's so late. I'm afraid something has happened. . . . There was a landslide back on the | road—” He was suddenly tired of nretendl ing. “You know they aren’t on the road,” he said shortly. She had stopped struggling. He felt her. cold and rigid in his grasp. “They—aren’t on the road? Mrs. Barstow isn’t coming?” “You know she isn’t.” “Oh—” “I just said that just a little story, to get you to come. I had to

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say something, you’re such a funny little thing—aren’t you?” "Aren’t IT” She stared at him with wide, uncomprehending eyes. “Because I wouldn’t have come without them? Is that funny? I don’t think it is. I don’t understand you. Curtis—why, this is an insane thing to do! We can’t stay here, that's all. Well have to go right away. I don’t know what you were thinking of—” “We aren’t going to leave. We're going to stay—that's flat.” “But we can’t—why, it’s impossible. I’m going back. You can do as you like!” She ran into the kitchen and snatched her hat and coat from the table. He followed, slipped his arms around her. “Don’t be angry, Johnny! Drop that coat —listen to me, Joan!” She heard the murmur of his words, close to her ear. Heard them stupidly at first, then with a dawning realization of what he meant, what he was saying, why he had brought her hear. But surely Curtis—Curtis whom she was going to marry in a few short weeks —he couldn’t mean it — she was light-headed. It was some ghastly kind of joke— With a convulsive movement she wrenched herself from his arms, turned so that she could look up into his face. And then she knew. All the months of sweetness and consideration, all the fuss and pomp of their formal engagement, everything crumpled and gone—into this. Her lips twitched, she couldn’t find any words to say, the floor seemed to be sinking under her feet. She hid her face on his arm, to hide its twisting naked shame. So this was what she meant to Curtis . . . everything—gone—nothing left. Curiously she felt no anger. Just pain. Throbbing, agonizing, unbearable pain. Waves of it beating over her, crushing her. This was the end, the end of all her hope and pride. She never knew how long she stood in the dim, smoky kitchen of the cabin, clinging to him to keep from falling. Clinging to him as she would to a post, or a or a tree. After a long time the roaring in her cars lessened, she began to hear his voice again, his murmured endearments, to be conscious of his caresses, his slow, impassioned kisses. With a little shuddering cry of disgust she pushed him from her. "Don’t touch me—don’t ever touch me—again—” Even when he lunged toward her, his face distorted with anger and outraged pride, she wasn't afraid. “Don’t!” she said sharply. “Don’t touch me, Curtis!” “So that’s it Never loved me, eh? Just out for a fat meal ticket —that was it Circus wedding, place in the world. . . . And when that isn’t in sight it's ‘Don’t touch me, Curtis!’—Oh, what a fool I’ve teen. . . . Well— that's over. I’m through with your cute, coy ways. They won’t get you anything. Do you understand? You’re here now —you’re going to stay. Put down that coat—put it down!” They faced each other, hatred in their eyes. Her hand tightened on the big, plaid coat “Going to keep me here against my will—is thatbt? Go on—tell me—we may as well get it straight— ’ “I didn’t say that.” He licked his lips. “That is, I hope it wont be necessary. You’re hardly fool enough to try to walk home from the party when it’s a matter of a hundred miles—” Joan tegan to laugh then, brokenly. “So that's the ide*.’ Her ■ words ended in a shriek «f high- > pitched, hysterical laughter that

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suddenly changed into sobs, tearing, devastating sobs that shook her slight body pitifully. “There’s nothing to cry about,” he said doggedly. He turned away so that he would not have to see her accusing, tear-streaked face. It was all nonsense, her cariy' n .K on way. He shouldn't mind it. It wa. just for effect. If he wasn’t careful she’d win out yet—make a fool of him again—- “ Nothing to cry about —when the man you were going to marry acts like a cheap villain out of a play— Oh. Curtis! Curtis!” He could hear her sobbing breath, her piteous, gulping sobs. She was so small and white and broken. He couldn’t stand it—- “ Don’t!” he cried, and tried to take her into his arms, to reason with her, to make her see — But Joan was past reason, past comforting now. She only knew that he was embracing her again, that she couldn’t talk him out of it. With a strength that equalled his for the moment she fought against him, broke from his arms, and ran, still sobbing, out of the door, down the steep steps into the dark. “Wait!” he cried. “Wait—Joan!” She could hear him plunging after her. Rocks and clods of dirt dislodged by his feet came rolling down on her. She stumbled on, half running, half sliding down the narrow trail. The wet branches of the pines whipped her face, the thick undergrowth impeded the way. A tree struck her and she sobbed because he was gaining. She could hear his panting breath above the steady patter of the rain, and the whimpering of the wind in the trees. And suddenly she saw the highway below. With a last desperate effort she tore through the brush, and slipped, bruised but uninjured down the muddy bank to the road. For the fraction of a minute she paused—which way to go—which —way? “Joan—darn you—stop!” He was right behind her. She couldn’t get away. . . . Faster her feet flew, faster and faster. It was easy going on the smooth road. Keep going, just a little longer . . . he’d have to stop soon, his breath must be almost gone, too . . . just a little longer . . . and she’d be safe .. . safe . . . She might have got away, Curtis was really losing ground, but the chuck hole near a big pine was her undoing. Her foot caught in it, she fell heavily, with a faint, despairing cry on her lips. Before she could get to her feet again his arms had closed about her. All her strength was gene, she could no longer struggle. She shut her eyes. Perhaps the sound of the wind and the rain drowned out the sound of the car tearing down on them from the curve. Neither Joan nor Curtis heard it till the glare of its lights was upon them, silhouetting their straining bodies sharply against the trees. The brakes screamed. A man leaped from the car, unnaturally tall in the blinding light. His arm shot out There was a soft, smacking sound. The sound of flesh against flesh. Curtis erumpled into the mud of the road. The man reached nut his arms to Joan. “I've teen so long coming—I missed the way so many times—” She leaned against a wheel of the car, staring at him, pushing the tangled hair out of her eyes, star ing. . . . , “Bill—you’ve come back to me—’ . I “Joan—it’s teen so long—” ■ ■ She went into his arms with a lit- . | tie whimpering cry. I THE END

' are t!i. :c i;. BtW< " , 2. in which British CommonI wealth there a stante earned Vici toria? 3. How many stripes are the re in j | the shield of the U. S.? > ( \ born? 5. For what name is "Tillie'’ a nickname? «. Where was Nicholas Murry : Butler born? 7. in which Province ot Canada i« ; 1 tte city ot Calg try? 8. What great convention was !' held to settle the affairs of Europe I ’ after the Napoleonic Wars? ' I 9. Name th most famous football coach of Notre Dam' University, ’ ( 10. In the Catholic Church what I is the meaning of the term “Power ' oft ie Keyß? " ■

LENI ‘LUNESKA ...J most distant as well J most B’ arn °rouj ■ V Ik J everybody will be talking about PREMIERE AN EXCITING ROMANCE OF HOLLYWOOD TODAY... by Robert Terry Shannon She was the loveliest of the European beauties imported to grace the movie screen ... yet Hollywood could learn nothing about her. Distant, unapproachable, she went her way aloof to the admiration and worship showered upon her. To win her was a task for a strong man —a reckless man who cared nothing for barriers when such a prize was at stake ... and who could hold the prize when it was won. Where in Hollywood with its spoiled screen idols was there such a.man? Don’t miss Premiere it will be the most exciting story you have read in years! Begins Wednesday, July 19 In The Decatur Daily Democrat

PUBLIC SALE f COMMUNITY AUCTION SALE ■ Decatur, Indiana W FRIDAY, July 21, at 7:00 p. m . H. SELLIN<; HORSES. CATTLE. HOGS. K Farm Machinery and Household Furniture. S “If you have anything you wish to turn i nlo H cash bring it to this sale.” Decatur Community Sales! Roy Johnson, auctioneer Bln Tom Ehinger, clerk.