Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 33, Number 177, Decatur, Adams County, 27 July 1935 — Page 2

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Farm Club Notes Dstt 4-H The Delt 4-H Club held their ■weekly meeUng at the Decatur high school on Wednesday. Prizes were won by Helen Kchtie. Loraine Lengerich, and Grace Miller. All the girls have finished their work aud are looking forward to the last meeting when they will entertain ■their mothers with a tea. The mothers will be given an opportunity to see the clothes that the girls have miuie this club season at the tea. < —t ■" 1 **"' "*■' ■■■

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SYNOPSIS Karen Sire, lovely daughter of the wealthy Maurice Sire, is suspected of murder when her new Filipino servant is stabbed in the bacKUnd thrown out of the window -of Sires’ exclusive Park Avenue • apartment. Dick Bannister, young geologist, witnessed the man’s plunge from the street. He is greatly attracted to Karen and cannot -concave of her committing the 'crime* A valuable clasp and girdle are-blissing from a rare leopard tkin'fobe belonging to Sire. The robe lad followed the Filipino in ’his descent and was badly torn by Dick** airedale, ’’Bully," when Karen’s chow, "Napoleon,” tried to itakeet from him. At the Sire apartment where the inquiry is being .held. Captain Boyle leaves Detec•tive “One-Armed” Toole in temporary charge and goes out. Dick finds a stiletto in the aquarium and slips it into his pocket, unnoticed by Toole. Karen is unmoved by the incident. Boyle returns and orders Karen searched. The latter slips her hand into Dick’s pocket and relieves him of the dagger, dropping it into Toole's pocket instead. Finding nothing on the girl. Boyle again leaves. Toole then reveals that he knew all about the finding of the stiletto and Karen's planting it on him. He refrained from reporting it because he believes her innocent and, besides, he has an old score to settle with Boyle. “One-Armed ’ explains that, a year ago, he was on the trail of a pair of crooks. Big Jeff Whipple and his sweetheart, Brenda, vowing to lose an arm before he’d let them escape him. They

did, and thereafter Boyle called him “One-Armed” Toole,” also insinuating that the detective accepted a bribe from Whipple. The detective ' connects the so-called “Whipple , Syndicate” with the present killing, claiming they were after the clasp and girdle. Toole drops the stiletto ■ back into the aquarium. He believes Brenda will try to get it that , afternoon. “She’ll want to be ■ around when your dad gets here,” be adds mysteriously. Maurice Sire arrives with a woman reporter whom he met outside. The woman’s eyes flashed as they fell on Karen. The latter, measuring the reporter, saw a well-groomed, modish figure; a strong, handsome face with an artificial smile. CHAPTER VIII * Whatever else Karen saw in the ’ woman reporter must be left to that .esoteric psychology of her own sex, sometimes called intuition. At first it raised a barrier of caution, then suspicion and finally a downright ' conviction that this person was not " what she seemed. “Pm from the Morning Record,” - she next heard the woman say—- “ Helen Calvert—possibly you have ” seen my by-line over articles writ- ~ ten by me.” * "Oh. yes!" Karen answered in- ’ stantly. “Do you mind another lit- “ tie delay? I had intended to return * to Poughkeepsie today and must » telephone my college—the dean will •• want to know, of course.” * Karen left the “reporter.” A delieious tingle of triumph' shot * through her when she realized that * the woman was a fraud. Young » Miss Sire not merely had seen the “ “by-line” but once had met the gen- * uine Helen Calvert. The spurious a reporter, she conjectured, had been - in the lobby during the excitement and had learned Miss Calvert’s •* name—probably had witnessed her

defeat in an effort to obtain an in- - terview. Thia woman, then, no * doubt was Brenda Whipple whom • “One-Armed” Toole was expecting. ” Adventure! The intoxication of it was upon her. A scheming •» woman with whom to match her “ witai a purring siren who had dared *" to employ her arts even upon Daddy ” Sire: a cool, smiling creature of the _ underworld — Karen remembered •■ the bored glance she had thrown • at Captain Boyle—this was the ad- ‘ versary she was now about to challenge. Karen pondered Her father, of * course, ought to know first. But • how was she to tell him and still hope to keep the part she had assigned to herself? At the first sign of danger he would chivy her back " to Poughkeepsie; back to her books, away from the atmosphere of murder, of mystery, of romance. She found no answer to her own question—none that would square with common sense. But what had that to do with the new world into which

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Minnehaha 4-H Ths Minnehaha 4H Club met recently at the Kirkland high school. Nine members were present. Dur--1 Ing the business meeting plans were discussed for the fair. Following the sewing period snap shots were taken of the dub girls. R«freahtnenty were served by Eileen Ehrman and Eileen Byerly. Llmberlost 4-H The Limberlost 4-H Club made a tour n July 18 through the following factories at Decatur; Mittschler Meat Market, Water Works, IJenera! Electll'. Cloverleaf Cream-

she had stepped the moment she met Bannister in the courtyard? Nothing. A door had closed upon the rational, the conventional, the secure; sne had entered a strange sphere of enchantment, of peril, of uncertainty. Fraoh and wild sensations flooded here; magic fingers beckoned; day dreams assumed shape and life. "One-Armed” Toole I Yes, he must know immediately. She picked up the private phone. It was Bannister who answered. His evident elation at hearing her voice pleased her.

"I think,” she said, with an effort to be cool, "that Mr. Toole’s expected guest is in the house. I will bring her up presently. But please be careful—both. She doesn t suspect.” Bannister’s voice came back slowly—he probably was taking the words from Toole’s mouth. “Tall, slight, about thirty—with black, glossy hair?” “Yes,” she answered. A pause, then Bannister’s voice: “I’ll be alone when -mi bring her up—she probably >ws Toole. We’ve arranged a p to trap her. Leave her alone witu me as soon as you can."

Karen sped from the room and rejoined the pseudo Helen Calvert. Her heart was beating wildly—she felt like a lamb tethered as bait to lure a tigress into a trap; yet, outwardly, she was calm enough. “Your father came out of the library a monrent ago with Captain Boyle,” the woman purred. “The Captain promised to give me a story about the murder later. I have your father to thank for that. Splendid to have a friend at court, isn’t it?” “Daddy is always kind,” Karen replied, waiting. “I would like to see the window where this terrible thing happened. A first hand contact with the scene of a murder is helpful in writing.” Karen repressed a shudder. Could this woman actually have had a part in such a deed, as Toole suspected, and then returned to the scene to cover the killer’s tracks? The swiftness and precision with which she seemed to be working to that end certainly gave color to the detective’s theory. The thought of being alone with this creature in a sealed box made a curious appeal to her; she beckoned the woman to the private elevator. The door closed—closed upon the lamb and the tigress—and the polished mahogany car glided to the second floor at Karen's touch, stopping automatically. The door slid silently open. Bannister, from his place at the head of the stairs, crossed the room swiftly. “A reporter,” murmured Karen, adding an introduction of Bannister as a witness who had seen the boy’s body strike the ground. The counterfeit Helen Calvert became animated. “What an extraordinary bit of luck—from a newsgatherer's viewpoint, I mean, of course—to hit upon both ends of a perpendicular murder mystery!” Doubt crept into Karen's mind that such chatter, with all its impudence and bad taste, could be associated with guilt, yet the woman’s eyes seemed to take on a hard glitter as they fell upon the torn fragments of the leopard robe. She moved to the window, leaned out for a moment and drew back with an exaggerated shiver. “How terrible!” she exclaimed. “And to think that you, Miss Sire, were so near to it all without knowing.” Karen noticed the skill with which Bannister managed to keep between the woman and herself; in these minor arts he seemed to be improving by the minute.

“Nsmoleon, my chow, heard the noise first and ran out of my room barking,” she said with an easy sense of security. “I did not leave the room directly but when I did, it was all over. The dog had his paws on the window sill—l looked down and saw what had happened, then ran downstairs and to the elevator. It was in the courtyard that I met Mr. Bannister. He will be able to give you more of the details. I must join my father again.” She bowed and left them together. Left alone with the woman, Bannister rattled off some comments on the mysterious crime, without giving the faintest hint that he attached any importance to the leopard skin, or that he knew anything of the clasp and girdle. Os course, he did not Mention the stiletto. He

wlea, and Staley Ice Cream Factory. At noon a picnic lunch was enjoyed by everyone. The next meeting will be held at the home of Loretta Booher. Peppy Peppers The regular meeting of ’he Washington Peppy Poppers was held at the home of their junior leader, Helen Hlrschy, on July It. The business meeting was opened by the club song and pledge. Plans were made for the scrap book and the dresa revue. A demonstration on "Posture" was given

had rather expected that the very fascination of the deadly thing, reposing in its watery bed, would draw the woman’s eyes toward the aquarium, but she never once glanced in the direction of the tank. “Perhaps,” he said finally, “you wish to write some of your impressions before seeing Captai” Boyle. Why not do it here?” A fine stroke, Bannister thought. Even Toole would be proud of his resourcefulness. He had caught a gleam in the woman's eyes—she wanted to be alone.

“How thoughtful of you,” she answered, “I do want to write.” A cryptic smile accompanied the little speech. A minute later Bannister was standing on a chair in an adjoining room, peering through a small aperture in a stained glass window. Toole, already there, whispered “That’s the dawn., all right.” He had taken two small bits of colored glass from the lead lattice and his right eye was glued to one of the peep-holes. The place where the men stood gave them both a perfect view of the room in which Brenda Whipple was now seated, writing. From her place at the table the woman did not once glance at the aquarium; she seemed to be bent upon her task with something like pleasure. They could see her smile. After a few minutes, she paused, smiled again—this time broadly—thrust the sheets into an envelope and began to write a supeiscription. Rising, she drew on her wrap, glanced with casual interest around the room and walked toward the stairs. She was going away without even nibbling at the bait!

A mutter of disappointment escaped Toole's lips. Did the woman suspect that she was being watched? “Guess she’s not the person you; expected,” whispered Bannister. "Oh, it's Brenda, all right,” snapped Toole. “But she’s wise to u; —that's all. We made things too easy for her. Miss Sire did her part ' all right but you made a gawky: getaway." The detective stepped off the! chair with a disgusted grunt. “I’ll, nail her anyway,” he said. “She’ll have to go to the sneezer for imper-j sonation. Before she gets through with that maybe I’ll be able to hang something bigger on her.” Bannister was about to jump off his own perch when he gave a yip of elation. "Gawky getaway, eh!” he shouted. “Now let me tell you something, old man. The next time you hide out on an adventuress who has mislaid her stiletto, please don’t leave your derby turned upside down on the window sill with the initials sticking out like the gold letters of a shop window!” Toole glowered at him. It was true—in his haste to prepare a vantage point for observation, the detective had forgotten to take his hat with him. “Kind o’ late on the tip-off, ain’t you?” he rumbled savagely. He ran for the stairway and took the treads down two at a time. Hardly a minute had elapsed since the woman had descended; there was atill time to catch her. Bannister re-entered the larger' room just as Karen Sire came outi of her own. “We’ve failed,” she said, making a droll little face at him. "We!” echoed Bannister. "Myi dear young lady, you carried off your part magnificently. Toole and I bungled it He left his infernal derby here with the initials in plain sight, and I never noticed it.” “And we thought Mr. Toole so clever!” Karen exclaimed. "The worst part of the fiasco mav be charged to my own stupidity,” Bannister said, “I didn’t handle my own departure with enough skill— Toole says I botched it.” Her hand brushed his sleeve with a light, soothing touch that gave him infinite relief. “I was peeping, too, and listening,” she said. “No one could have acted more cleverly in a difficult situation. But how did you manage to resist that ravishing look she gave you?” “No—did she?” Bannister floundered. “I’ve learned a lot about, women today: met two prodigies of cleverness, although one—” The appearance of a servant checked whatever pleasantry he had intended to add. “A note for Miss Sire,” the man said. (To Be Continued) Cwnitht. USS, Ckrli DUUibuted by S!n« r«MWM Sndlcato. Ise

*t DECATUR DAILY DEMOCRAT SATURDAY, JULY 27, 193a.

by Helen Hlrschy and Agnes Schulta and one on "Severe Bleeding" by Eleanor Hlrschy and Juanita Lehman A baking demonstra-; tion was given by Helen Hicman. The work period was spent on rec- j aid books. Lail er pictures of the group were taken. Refreshments were served by Maryann Voglo-. wede and Clara Klemz. Friendly Juniors The Friendly Junior of Hine Creek Township met at the home of Mabie Manley on July 23. The club has almost completed the scrapbook. After the business session Mrs. Witwer, the leader, instructed the girls in sewing. Ice

synopsis • Karen Sire, lovely daughter of the wealthy Maurice Sire, is suspected of murder when her new Filipino servant is stabbed in the back and thrown out of the window of Sires’ enclusive Park Avenue apartment. Dick Bannister, young geologist, witnessed the man’s plunge from the street. He is greatly attracted to Karen and cannot conceive of her committing the crime. A valuable clasp and girdle are missing from a rare leopard skin robe belonging to Sire. The robe had followed the Filipino in his descent and was badly torn by Dick's airedale. “Bully,” when Karen's chow, “Napoleon.” tried to take it from him. At the Sire apartment where the inquiry is being held. Captain Boyie leaves Detective “One-Armed” Toole in temporary charge and goes out. Dick finds a stiletto in the aquarium and slips it into his pocket, unnoticed by Toole. Keren is unmoved by the incident. Boyle returns and orders Karen searched. The latter slips her hand into Dick’s pocket and relieves him of the dagger, dropping it into Toole’s pocket instead. Finding nothing on the girl, Boyle again leaves. Toole then reveals that he knew all about the finding of the stiletto and Karen's planting it on him. He refrained from reporting it because he believes her innocent and, besides, he has an old score to settle with Boyle. “One-Armed” | explains that, a year ago. he was on i the trail of a pair of crooks. Big Jeff Whipple and his sweetheart, Brenda, vowing to lose an arm before he’d let them escape him. They did, and thereafter Boyle called him “One-Armed” Toole, also insinuating that the detective accepted a bribe from Whipple. The detective connects the so-called "Whipple Syndicate” with the present killing, claiming they were after the clasp and girdle. Toole drops the stiletto back into the aquarium. He believes Brenda will try to get it that afternoon. Maurice Sire arrives with a woman who introduces herself as "Helen Calvert,” newspaper reporter. Toole recognizes her as Brenda and sets a trap for her, but she becomes suspicious and leaves without trying to retrieve the stiletto. The detective rushes after her. The butler brings Karen a note. CHAPTER IX

Karen ripped open the envelope. Dismissing the servant, she read aloud to Bannister:

Miss Karen Sire: — What a sly little mouse you are! Tried to lead naughty pussy into a trap, didn’t you? Really, you were splendid, but the work of that ignoramus, One-Armed Toole, and the yokel, Bannister, was terribly crude. Oh, no, I don’t mean the celebrated Toole derby on the window sill—that was a pardonable error of haste in getting under cover when you phoned np that I was coming. But the poor idiot showed frightfully bad judgment in the selection of his hide-away. Imagine! The sun was streaming through the outside window and diffusing itself over the stained glass window inside. What lovely splashes of color it made on the floor! Only the Toole silhouette, right in the middle of it spoiled the pattern. Dear me—it was all too funny for anything: what with Bannister joining him on another chair and you peeping out through a crack in the door!

Karen paused in the reading. Bannister, who had started a laugh checked it when he noticed the sober look on her face. “The note is unsigned.” she said, “but the writer says she will call me on the phone within fifteen minutes.” She thrust the note in the bosom of her dress. “Not so smart of Brenda,” Bannister commented. “That bit of writing can be used as evidence against her.” Yet the scrawled words on the paper revealed nothing; the mocking references to Toole and himself meant little to him except what he already knew—that both had acted like full-jewelled, ball-bearing, mechanical jackasses. ’’l have a curious feeling." Karen said thoughtfully, “that Brenda Whipple did not write this note merely to exult in her own cleverness.” "Stalling for time, maybe,” Bannister suggested. “I doubt that lhe'll call up.” The telephone rang. Karen lifted the receiver and said: “Yes, this is

I cream and cake were served. Pic--1 hires were taken of the club. The i farewell picnic will be held in the evening aJ the home Betty June I White on July 81. The dub members and their mothers are invited Those present were: Marjorie iCo'e. Charlene Hamrick. Helen Trlcker. Ruth Hamrick. Doria DeArmond, Mabie Manley, Betty Jane White, Nellie Hamrick, Dolores Hoblet, Alvina Butler, Mrs. Wither and three visitors, Maxine Schug. Donnie Witwer of Berne, and Edna Querin of Cleveland, Ohio. Happy Hustlers The Hartford Happy Hustlers

Miss Sir*." A half minute elapsed before she spoke again, only to murmur “yes.” Again a silence, longer drawn thia time. Suddenly she hung up the receiver. “Oh, that creature!" she moaned. Bannister was at her side in a moment. She seemed to dwindle — to grow small and gray, as one from whom the joyous current of life had been suddenly withdrawn. A piteous hand that she had stretched to him fell to her side. “What did she say, Karen?” Bannister demanded. The girl rose, a helpless, stricken look in her eyes, a limp relaxation in the supple frame that told of a terror which her brave spirit could not meet and which she dared not

i 1 jig “She left a note for Miss Sire dusted away just behind Toole.”

share. “You will never know—from me,” she said. Bannister saw that she had been stung by a serpent and was hiding a cruel wound, one that was for no eyes but her own to look upon. He took a step toward her, glowing with compassion, love, and indignation. "Miss Sire—-Karen—we have condensed a year in the few hours of our acquaintance, and in that time I hope I have given some proof of my willingness to serve you—a poor and bungling service, I know, yet one that asks no requittal except in your confidence.” She smiled a little, perhaps at his stilted speech. It had the curious ring of an old fashioned prelude to a declaration of love. But whatever emotion lay behind that smile, it was one destined to haunt Bannister’s dreams for many a night; to pursue him with the ever-recur-ring riddle of its meaning. Bannister tried to take her in his arms but she eluded him. “You had planned to go away tonight,” she said. “I was glad when you decided to remain but now—” “That trip U Nova Scotia is off!” Bannister shouted. “I am a hunter of wild beasts by choice — why shouldn’t I stalk the one that gives you all this pain?” Karen smiled again. He was continuing in the language of romance. She closed her eyes for a moment—just long enough to divest him of those rough tweeds and deck him with sword and plume, boots, belt and spurs. Bannister became torrential. "Think of it, Karen—Fate has thrown us together! Was it mere chance that I came blundering along with Bully? Fate arranged and refereed that ring fight—lt made Captain Boyle almost tie us together—lt invented ‘One-Armed’ Toole at exactly the right moment —lt shook the leopard robe in "my face as a challenge. And you pulled that dirk out of my pocket and put it in Toole's to save me. Even that hard-headed detective fell under its spell and played the game with us.” Karen laid her hand on the note inside her dress, but withdrew it i quickly, as though the touch had < seared her fingers. “You have been splendid,” she said, but you must go. I dare not tall you wny.”

met at the Linn Grove School on ' July 23 The first part of the meet“tag was spent In sewing, after ' which the business meeting was I held. A judging contest wua bed ' and a demonstration on how to 1 press clothes was given by the ; leader. A story was recited by Dor ofhy Pearaon. (lames were pIW« X *" served bv Marjorie Reynolds. Ola Kistler, and Dorothy Shanks. Nine : member, and four visitors were ' The next meeting will be held Friday evening. August ~

It was over. She would not tell. The mystery of Brenda Whipples phone call, of the trinkets for which murder had been done, was not for him to know. Was it n shameful gccr et—her father's, perhaps? The man was a Titan who strodeMhe earth with a knotted club and called what he liked his own. Such men make enemies and the gods who anoint them inevitably leave some weak spot open to attack. 1 es, that must be It. Someone was striking at Maurice Sire through the most beloved part of his life —his daughter. "You must go.” There was finality in her words: they included no hope of another meeting. All that his rhetoric had brought to her face

• was a pained smile. He began to feel ridiculous. 1 Karen silently accompanied him I down stairs, leading him to the 1 foyer door. The policeman who had summoned him was still on duty ■ there. “Heard anything from Toole?” ' Bannister asked. “ ‘One-Armed’ Toole? Ho took it on the run out of here about a half hour ago.” “That woman reporter left just before him, didn't she?” The policeman grinned. “Naw! She went into the library to see ’ Captain Boyle and Mr. Sire. She breezed out in a few minutes—got the razz, I guess. She asked me about Toole and I told her he took an elevator down. She left a note for Miss Sire and then dusted away just behind Toole.” Miss Sire did not permit this episode to serve Bannister in delaying his departure. The young geologist sensed a compelling stare on his back and an impalpable hand seemed to shove him toward the door. It would be boorish to linger. With a bow to the girl he turned to "Hey, Bannister!” It was Captain Boyle’s voice. The head of the Homicide Squad had emerged from the library with Mr Sire and both were holding up their hands to restrain Bannister's exit. A moment later he was acknowledging Boyle’s introduction to Karen's father. “Hod Bannister’s brother?” Sire was saying cordially. “He’s told me a lot about you and I’ve often envied your roving commission with a kit of tools and a gun. Hod is coming up tonight and I want you to be with him. Karen turned to Bannister with a faint smile in which he read a revocation of his dismissal. He was back in the game again and eager to pick up his discarded hand. “I understand that a woman walked in on you and Mr. Sire,” he said, turning to Boyle. . n H R A POrte,, k said B °y le - “Blood and tears, y know. She wanted an the ga4 ”’ Ut M ' BB Slre ’ 1 <ave her (To Be Continued) Copjruht. 1#35. I hr . Hawthorn. Olitrtb»M4 W Kin# IWMn. Srnilmu. I##

Mother’s Helpers The Mother’s Helpers 4-H Club met Tuesday, July 23. at. Schnepp School. The sewing period was pleasantly spent. Roll call was answered by telling « bout “ school dinner. Florence Marbagh gave a talk on "First Aid. Hilda Thieme cave a talk on “Pnepar ng Garment, for an exhibit. ” Our club Is planning on having a social mooting to entertain the mothers, fathers, brothers, and slaters.

MARKETREPORTS DAILY REPORT OF LOCAL AND FOREIGN MARKETS Brady's Msrket for Decstur. Berne, Craiflville, Hosal» n<l and Willshire. Close at 12 Noon Corrected July 27. No commission and no yardage. Veals received Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday. 100 to 120 lbs SMO 120 to 140 lbs 39 40 140 to 160 lbs 10 10 160 to 210 lbs 1° 40 210 to 250 lbs 250 to 300 lbs- »»•»« 300 to 350 lbs 3».70 Roughs Stags - »••«« Vealera Ewe and wether lambs $7.25 Buck lambs _ 86 •;■' Yearling lambs Fort Wayne Livestock Hogs, steady to 15c higher. 160 to 2<m lbs.. $10.80; 200 to 225 lbs. $10.70; 225 to 250 lbs. $10.55; 250 to 275 lbs. $10.40; 275 to 3W lbs. $10.20; 300 to 350 lbs. $9.90; 150 to 160 lbs. $10.40; 140 to 150 lbs. $10.15; 130 to 140 lbs. $9.90; 120 to 130 Ibe. $9.65; 100 to 120 lbs. $9.15. Roughs, $8.50. Stags $6.50. Calves, $7.50. Lambs $7.75. East Buffalo Livestock Hogs, 100. steady. Few hundred fifteen pound average $11.10; better grade quoted at $11.25; general grade higher.

t’attle 50. market dull, grass steers and yearlings 19.50 to >10.50; fleshy grassers $6.50 tc 7.35; cutter cows $3.25 to $4.50; vealers higher; good to choice s’.*. Sheep, 300; lambs steady; choice ewes and wethers $8.50 to $8.75. LOCAL GRAIN MARKET Corrected July 27. No. 1 New Wheat, 60 lbs. or better . 76c No. 2 New Wheat, 58 lbs 75c Oats, 32 lbs. test 27c Oats, 30 lbs. test _ 26c Soy Beans, bushel. 60c No. 2 Yellow Corn, 100 1b5...„ $1.15 CENTRAL SOYA MARKET No. 2 Yellow Soy Beans 60c Delivered to factory Giraffes Bother Linemen ST. LOVIS (U.K) — Wiremen of the St. Louis Public Service company had a new burden added to their work when a shipment of three giraffes arrived for the St. Louis zoo. Wiremen traveled along with them in a doubledecked truck to keep lengthy necks from becoming entangled in trolley wires. o — WANTED— Good. clean, big Rags, suitable for cleaning machinery. Will pay 4c ib, Decatur paily Democrat. ——o OF s W.p OF I'UhOWL FRO PI IK I I • STATE OF INDIANA ADAMS OOt'NTY SS: In the matter or the estate of Henrietta Ray, deceased. Notice Is lieect.y given that the undersigned executor of the estate of Henrietta Kay deceased, will offer fir sale at Public Auction at the late residence of said decedent In Monroe I ownship Adams County, State of Indiana on August the 12. 1935. The personal property of said estate consisting of, one garden plow •’ tutw, 2 buckets, one sprinkling can, one fork and shovel, one wringer and copper kettle, one garden rake, - snivels, one axe, one lawn mower, one Step ladder, one lot of jars and jugs, one wash stand, >ne dresser, one book ease, one 3 leg stand, 2 suit cases, one rag carpet one wardrobe, one wood bed complete, Iron bed, complete, one bed tick, one push hr'iom, one set chairs, three rocking '■hairs, two stands, one bureau, one sewing machine, one electric carpet sweeper, one porch swing, one da v bed, one ingrain carpel, two corner cupboards, one pedestal, two clocks one heating st-ne, one cook stove, one oil cook stove, >ne oven, Kitchen • ablnet Kitchen table. 2 linoleums two small rugs one electric and flat irons and miscellaneous articles The sale tn begin at fi o'clock P. M Terms cash, in hand n» property to be removed till settled for ~ Thomas D. Kern Executor r red Engle, auetioner. - . . .ini., x; A-::.

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We wish in this manner io a •the friends who assisted its the illness and death of out 1 band and father. I>ma Edcell. Mrs. Dora Edltell and ter Elaine. i i;<; ti. no l it t: or i'i hiii HHIIIIMI Notice is herehj given Hull Local Alcohol!. I’.- ■.. - .c.- .Boart Adams Count*. Imicma will. Bl A. M. on the IMh <!.<> "t Aukub.l at the Commissi no : i:.">m #ij tor’s Office, Cour'. I 1 ''tlttß of Decatur, in .-aid ' . iri.v. d investigation of th'' ai’i'leaian the following nano I 'tuesting the Issio o> tie aPPbcB at the locations Io i • ■■■ 'to ‘ xtl of the All ohollc It. v ar. ivrrtj the classes ther' m.iffi <!• and will .at-s.nd ton,- .it.-l l'O"U ceive information fitness of said atmln ant s propriety of Issuing t ■ I' pliecl for to such .< ppi pants Mi premises named. , Elks Club of !>• atur. .»,U N Second St.. De. a: L.quw Wine Retailer. . . . Willis Dickason. • '£B ant.l 118 Line St , nrva—taller. . , - Homer E. Schim J ant.) 169 East Mai’i st. b-r < Retailer. Fred Fullenkamp ■ •" «nt,i 138 North Sv- •! ' ! Liquor, Beer, Win. !:• ■ Said investigatn'i. "ill " J the public .and public par uri Is requested . Alcohol!" Rev : <«•' < ™ ™ of Indiana, by Paul P. Fry. Ex'iUSED CARS ARE CHEAPER AT THOMPSON ( IIEV. Cft not many left MAKE YOUR PICK EARL’' N. A. BIXLER OPTOMETRIST Eyes Examined. Glass' l F,ltl HOURS: 8:30 to 11:30 12:30 to 5 " Saturdays, 8:00 P- ®- Telephone 135 A BE ACT! lit NEW HOME One of the finest hon* in Decatur. New. in every respect. ' e cation. For the al * woman wanting ti> e b this home will please j OO, Roy Johnson Auctioneer Peoples yLoan S. Trus lull! Watch This Space for Exceptional in Real Estate.