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CHAPTER XXIX It was a golf tournament which took them to New Orleans some time later. Sharlene slipped away, during an afternoon when Kent was wot nlaving. to prowl about by herself in the old French Quarter. He preferred to trail the players over the green. She left the taxicab on Canal Street, and drifted down Chartres on foot into the heart of ancient dreams. The old town drowsed under a warm sun. The sad and pititul decay of ancient splendor was ull about her. . . . Ghosts of people, who had been very rich, very gay, in panniers and red-heeled slippers, in periwigs and velvet knee breeche>. People like harsC.’ and Kent. Where were they now? What matured their rushing about in pursuit of pleasure, their parties, their games, and diversions? . . . She drifted into an antique shop and pored over exquisite hand-painted French fans, that, once screened laughing eyes, Spanish combs inlaid with gold, ornaments of loved, dark tresses. earrings of great weight and value, that had swung beside some flowerlike throat. The things they had left behind. . . . Out in the street again, walking idly down Toulouse, she stopped to admire a fan window. A young man. bareheaded, smoking a pipe, sauntered down the street toward her. towed bv an active little wirehaired pup. the young man stopped umually beside Sharlene and regarded the window with the affectionate interest of a proprietor. “Very nice,” he pronounced it, “hut have you seen the fan windows in the Claiborne House patio?” Sharlene glanced at him and replied in his own pleasant casual key: “No. I haven't ventured into these patios, except the Arts and Crafts one.” "Then you must come to the Clai- ' 0.-ne House —the Art League’s l ore. too. Interested in art?” “Oh, yes.” she said with spont ine<>us enthusiasm. The young man smiled with growing eagerness. He could not fail to see that she was a tourist with money to spend. He conducted her first through the Claiborne House flagstoned porte-cochere to the rear garden wall. Then ho bade her turn around and look up. They were very beautiful fan windows, and wild ferns grew in the chinks surrounding them. Then Shatiene found herself being taken chummily around to various studios in the building. She admired endless colorful paintings whieh were exhibited to her—art studies of patios, stairways, oyster tuggers in the bayou, the old French Market. The young man turned out. to be Peter Hartt. Several artists followed them when he took Sharlene to his own studio. She admired his work and petted his dog, and felt very happy and at home. •‘You’ll want to look closely at thta” Hartt said as he handed her an uhframed canvas. He had painted an iron lace balcony silhouetted in th- foreground, and through it one looked down on the dreamy, sun-drenched street.

“Hants detail on that grille,” volunteered one of the other artists, “reminds me of the Rembrandtesque manner of Stuart Pennington " “Oh!” exclaimed Sharlene involuntarily. "Did you see some of his stuff?” The artist glanced at her interestedly. “Yes, oh. yes," 1 lammered Sharlene in confusion. “What, became of him? He was almost a sensation a eouplc of years ago. hut be hasn’t dore anything since." Sharlcr" was silent, her face '•earjet. She pretended to be studying th" picture in her hands. *!£)h," Peter Hartt said.carelessly, I heard he married a rich wife. Os course, that was the end of him.” Tears blurred Sharlene’s eyes suddenly. She was thinking fiercely. “It shall not be the end of him!” Always when she thought of. Stuart, it was with the fervent hope that he was working again—and whs happy.

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“That 1 * what happens,” said a lean and hungry painter, "when there’s no longer any incentive to make money. A fellow gets fat and lazy.” . A . Sharlene could not bear to hear Stuart maligned for something which was so entirely her own fault “I—" she said desperately. “I think I'll buy this picture. Please send it to the St. Charles. I’ll make out a check. How much ?” “Well,” said Hartt with trepidation. but daring because of the tears in her eyes, “I hoped to get three hundred for it—but —” “Three hundred dollars,” Sharlene repeated aloud, as she wrote the check. She handed it to Hartt, smiled swiftly at the others and hurried out. The artist-salesman was too petrified with the ease and suddenness of the deal to accompany her to the street- He stared stupidly at the door through which she had vanished. “Who is she?” asked one of the men curiously. Hartt glanced down at the check. "Sharlene Damerell,” he read. “Damerell? Damerell?” The one who had seen Stuart's work searched his memory. Then his face cleared. “Sharlene Damerell —she was Sharlene Standring v she married the painter. Penr...igton —” “What!” “The rich wife —and we said—” “Yes! She divorced Pennington, I remember now, and married Damerell.” They stared at each other astounded. Hartt laughed suddenly. “And I thought she was moved to tears over the beauty ct my picture! Hah! Well, anyway, she didn't get sore.” And he waved the check gleefully. » ♦ ♦ When Kent got back to the hotel that evening, he found Sharlene unwrapping the picture she had bought. She set it up on the table and bacfe him stand off and admire it. “Isn’t it lovely, Kent?” “Uh-huh. Where’d he get the grille?” "Kent, haven't you ever been down in the old French Quarter? It’s full of lovely old lace-trimmed balconies and fan windows and patios—” “Never went down, except in a taxi to Antoine's.” “Let’s go to Antoine’s for dinner and I’ll snow you the loveliest balcony you ever saw!” “Suits me. We’ll get oysters Rockefeller and terrapin at Antoine’s.”

But Kent thought it a bit silly when Sharlene insisted on leaving the taxi at Canal Street and proceeding on foot down the narrow sidewalks. They had to go single file and sometimes step into the street to avoid idle groups of chattering foreigners. “Old French Quarter!” he exploded. “It’s modern Dago slums!” “Wait!” She commanded and led the way past the stores and crowds until they entered a peaceful, dreaming street where the fragrance of magnolias came from behind some garden wall on the soft night breeze. She took him up on a balcony where they could look through delicate iron lace into a moonlit world. The moon had all the witchery of that other night in Asia and the shadows of the fragile iron work were just as lovely as those cast by the ancient white marble lattices in distant India. Sharlene caught his hand and held it hard, unconsciously listening for the song of a nightingale. Kent was looking closely at the iron lace. “I’d like to buy this grille. It'd look swell on the balcony of a Spanish-type house. Have it cleaned up, of course. They ought to pull down these old building--'— they're unsafe and unsanitary.” Sharlene was silent. Her mood of dreams was shattered into shining bits, but she clung loyally to Kent and would not let herself think what Stuart would have said under similar circumstances. “Come on, honey,” he urged. "I’m all sei for those oysters Rockefeller. I’m starved!” I So they turned lheir stops to the ' famous old restaurant nnd Kent

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was presently rewarded by a plate of succulent oysters in their half shells, smothered in an incomparable green sauce that is talked of 'round the world wherever gourmets gather. There was a big table near them around which some nine or ten young American men sat eating appreciatively. They were a boisterous crew, happy and hungry and able to pay for what they wanted. Half a dozen waiters danced attendance. There was one empty place and much talk about why a certain “Dook” did not appear. Sharlene and Kent, idly amused, caught a word or two of their breezy conversation. “Hey, garcon. more of these balloons!” One of the boys held up in his fingers the potato which had been fried in hot grease so that it was a mere fragile blister, filled with air. “That was a dude of a shot to get,” argumentatively from a black-browed young man, “the one he had to make across the cotton bales!”... “Y’eah. and was it funny to rig up the mike so as to get Sheila's voice above the darkies’ singing?” . . . “Where’s the Dook. anyhow?” . . . “Any red ink,“garcon? Come on, you know you can id some.” . . . “Where the devil is ,e Dook? He's missing things.” . . . “He had to phone the studio long distance and break the news about that scratched film—” “Oh!” said Sharlene in an undertone to Kent. “They're a motion picture troupe from Hollywood!” “Sure enough. They seem to have the devil of a good time, these picture people.” Kent spoke half-ea-viously. “There's the Dook!” roared th* gang. Sharlene glanced toward tne door. “Look! It’s Lucien Morrow!” Lucien came toward the boys at the big table, who were shouting to him to hurry up. Then he saw Sharlene's excited, welcoming face and deflected his course. “Sharlene! Os all the luck!” “Lucien! This is my husband. Mr. Damerell. Mr. Morrow.” Lucien shook hands with Kent, sizing him up with a keen flash of his eyes. “Won’t yotjjoin us?” asked Kent. “Thanks. I'd like to—but I’ll have to make it right with the i boys.” When he came back and sat down at their table, he looked at their plates. “Oysters? Not for mine! Me for the big steak!” “What are you doing in New Orleans, Lucien?” .Sharlene asked. “Shooting a river boat on the Mississippi.” “Another ‘Showboat’?”

“No. Mark Twain story. It’s going great!” Lucien’s eyes shone with enthusiasm and good feeling. “You picture fellows." Kent said, smiling, “get such a kick out of your job! You’re in the amusement business and you get a lot of amusement out of it.” “Sure. It’s a game. We who actually make the pictures get all the fun. It':; re pic-: for the ‘execs’ who sit and worry about Wall Street But for me it’s thrilling! I wouldn’t do anything else. You see, J. started out in the bond business and there was no adventure, no excitement. no romance, and I thought I’d die. But in this business I’m getting younger every day I live.” “It interests me,” Kent said thoughtfully, “more than anything else in the line of business. I’ve thought about it a lot- this and producing plays on Broadway. But this game looks like more real fun. I’ve about exhausted the possibilities of goif and yachts and fishing—” “You can have all those in pictures.” Lucien pointed out “and a million more things besides. Why don’t you throw some of your money into the field? Time is ripe for independents now.” Kent's eyes began to sparkle. “What do you say. Sharlene? Shall we go to Hollywood?” Sharlene was startled, but she answered gaily: “Whither thou goest and all that!” Lucien Morrow was looking at her but she "avoided his eyes. (To Be Continued)

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CHAPTER XXX i Stuart was walking over the Hol- ■ lywood hills one winoy day in February. Great) grey clouds scudded , across the sky out of the black North. They twisted and writhed in ! a tumbled mass oyer the opening of the ravine, blotting out the com- • sorting glimpse of the town. His ■ eyes were fixed somberly on the great blackened patch ahead where ' a disastrous brush fire had roared 1 its destructive way in the autumn. ‘ “Am I to be like that seared ground forever?” he thought. Nev- 1 er to feel the uprush of bpring in- 1 side me again'”’ A meadow lark trilled with Polly- 1 annish perseverance. “Oh, shut up!” Stuart muttered I irritably and turned towards home. > He stopped at the mailbox at the 1 foot of the hill. He had not been interested enough to look in it for 1 three days. A solitary bill was ‘ forthcoming. It was front the artists’ supply firm. Stuart tore it 1 open on the way up to the house, ' dreading to find out how much he ’ owed. There was a note appenoed to the bill. Very peremptory. “We ‘ regret that we shall have to close ' your account if this bill, long over- 1 due, is not paid at once.” , And the bill was for close to two 1 hundred dollars. Stuart let himself into his studio and looked blankly around the cold, cheerless place, as if asking where ! the money was to come from. No 1 use sending any more soap “ideas.” ‘ The advertising business was shot j to bits along with almost every ’ other enterprise since the crash of ! the stock market. With a sigh Stuart started to ’ pack up the canvases smeared with J that two hundred worth of paint. He did not believe in any one of them. Horrible daubs. Hesitating. immature. But his only stock in trade. Perhaps Abe Foreman ‘ could get a few dollars for them from some benighted fool. But Foreman, the art dealer, was having his own troubles, being in a “luxury” business. Abe was nervous and irritable and in no mood to be kind. Nothing good had come 1 from that hill-top studio for a long . time. He eyed his tall, thin, reluc- , tant visitor without warmth. “I—l hope you can sell some of • this truck, Abe,” Stuart began halt- 1 i inir'y- ... „ “Let's see it, non-committally from Foreman. Stuart unpacked and set up his canvases in the midst of a depressing silence that continued ominously as the expert scru- ! tinized each painting in turn. At the end Abe turned away and 1 i lit a cigar. “Take ’em away,”, he ■ said tersely. “I can’t sell 'em.” “I—hoped perhaps therc’d be I some—” . , . “Some boob, eh? W ell, I don t play my customers a dirty trick, see? Some of ’em wouldn't know any better than to buy these —on your former reputation. But it ain’t fair —to them or to yon—to let that truck go out as Pennington's.” Start was silent, looking at the floor. Foreman began storming up and down, smoking furiously, sometimes sending a baleful glance at the canvases. “What's got into you. Pennington? You’re afraid. You used to handle color with freedom, and magnificent effect. Now look at these things. What’s the matter? Ain’t you got any more gumption ! Stuart did not answer. Presently Abe Foreman picked up a study of a very young girl among almond bios“Look at this! Blah, blah, blah! Oh, I know you're a mighty good draughtsman. This drawing is O. K. But it don’t mean a thing. Do ■ you happen to remember a thing you did called ‘Death’? Huh! All I this stuff smells of death-but there ain't a thing here that’s got the feel of that little old canvas!” Stuart stirred. “Can you sell anything at all these days. Abe? I Could you sell that ‘Death’ if you had it now?” “Sure I could! People have still got money—for permanent stuff like that. But this junk looks like some of the chromatics of that bunch of posers up the Valley. I heard you’d been running with ’em— ” “Well, I didn’t have anything insulf, Abe. Vacant Gone blooie. So I began to look outside—io sec what the other fellows were doing. I got so much from such contacts in Paris. . . . I've been trying for restraint, subtlety—” “Yah! Yah! And lost all your sparkle! ‘lsms’ again. I used to be gbd yon were one painter who’d Walk alone and give us something original. Subtlety blah! What more subtlety do you want than in that‘Sun Shining Through Clouds’? Go up to Lucien Mowow's and

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study u a while—it’s like an Old Master. Maybe you can learn something. You make me sick!” “Well,” said Stuart, at last, t “that’s all very well—but I need some money.” . ... , . “You—and who else?” sneered Abe Foreman. “Well, I won't ruin 1 your reputation by trying to sell that tripe. If you need money, go 1 dig sewers. But listen, boy, the < minute you paint something inthe I old manner —you let me know.” ’ So Stuart packed his canvases again and lugged them home. He might have tried some other dealers but, with Abe’s scorn ringing . in his ears, he didn't have the nerve. He called up the artist supplies 1 place on the telephone and hap- 1 pened to get Hermann, the old Ger- 1 man who Knew his dyes so well. “Oh. Hermann. This is Mr. Pen- t nington. I reckon I want the credit * department—” * “Yes, Mr. Pennington.” The old voice hesitated. “I'm sorry about t —about that notice that was sent t to you—” “That was all right. The bill is i long overdue. But I don't know what to use for money so I can get 1 more paint!” 1 “Mr. Pennington—excuse me — but did you ever think of selling i your clothes?” “My clothes?" “I mean —net the tweeds you 1 wear now. But you used to come < in here wearing beautiful suits after you got back from the Orient. 1 I used to be a tailor in the Old Coun- ’ try so I noticed. I thought maybe if { you still had them—” ' “Oh. yes, I have them somewhere.” Stuart was remembering the Eddie Meyer clothes that had , been locked away in a trunk since the day he moved out of Sharlene’s i house. “Good! There are lots of actors 1 and such in Hol ywooil that w'ould be glad to buy those clothes. Solomon Sobel specializes in them. Can’t I send him up to you, Mr. Pennington?" ‘ I “Why,” said laughing a little in embarrassment, “that's mighty kind. If you think—well yes, we could try it!" “All right. Mr. Pennington. And I want to remind you I have some of that special alazarine crimson you used to use." “Thanks. I’ll be in soon.” » • » Stuart dragged the wardrobe trunk into the studio from where it had stood for months in the second bedroom, and finally found the keys in a tumbled bureau drawer cheek by jowl with some collars and a few discarded tubes of paint. He rather shrank from opening the trunk. He had been successful in walling off all sick memories of those last turbulent months. He had walled off Sharlene herself so successfully that he rarely thought of her any more. ’ Drawing out the suits on the rods, he satisfied himself that the moths had not ravaged them. When he shook out the handsome dinner clothes he had worn on his “Last Appearance” as “Prince Consort,” his hand encountered something soft as flower petals in a pocket. Stuart drew it out. It was the scarf the Maharana of Udaipur had given Sharlene on that magic journey to the Wind Palace at Jai Samand. It was drawn through her little diamond-studded wedding ring and clung to his hands like a 'cob-web, with a gossamer yet persistent caress. “So delicate,” she had said, “that one u,..;. ,;a... a v hole <?rf through a finger ring.” She had left him the scarf —and the ring, mute reminders of the glorious moments that were his alone. She must nave felt that even she had no right to share that memory with him any longer. ... So like Sharlene! Suddenly Stuart buried his face in the scarf. The fragrance of Sharlene still pervaded it. He stood there in the big untidy room, shaken like the silver birch outside his window in the February wind. The diamonds in the ring cut into his mouth as he crushed it against his face . . . When he lifted his eyes at last, there was a new look dawning in th‘’ir sorrowful depths. Something just being born—not yet. seeing the light—but coming—coming—out of ■ agony into light . .. » « » An amazing equipage was draw- • ing to a stop at the foot of the path ■ to Stuart’s, house. Cream colored I with black velvet upholstery, small f and ornate. It was less like an autot mobile than like Cinderella's pumpi kin coach. The chauffeur in black ! uniform and puttees (too bad it i couldn’t have been small clothes!)

"rmw central Life insurant( Co. l 0 Albert Lambert. 73 -nd « cr « of land in Root twp. for $35 Norma E. Sproul • tux to Hen Schwartz et ux. 40 acre* of land Wubaah twp. for $1Fox Caught With Hana» PITTSFIELD. Masis. (U.R)~ I ;on Dobson has witnesses w prove he caught a full-grown handed Dobson cornered thi « ' imal in his barn and Iby the neck while nic,lllb watched.

ran around to open the door. Julie stepped out of her draw ing sables about her s’ ll -* 1 P ' son, ana regarded the steep incline with annoyance. , “1 don’t know how 111 ever make it in this wind,” she observed petu--1B The' chauffeur measured her petite form with his eye. I could carry you if it was on the level, but—’’ He cast a hopeless glance up the hill. . . “Oh, I guess I can walk it. It has been done!” .... k „ When she walked m on him, Stuart was striding up and down the room holding an exquisite las, Indian veil in his hand. Jube noticed it instantly, her attention pouncing as always on any sort ot beautiful wearing apparel. He turned dazzled eyes to her, struggling up from dreams, not even recognizing the intruder at first. “Hello, darling! Where’d you get that gorgeous-?’ Her eyes caught the open trunk and the clothes. “What's up, Stuart? You’re not going away?" . , . ‘‘What? Oh, no. I'm broke and I’m selling this truck to raise some money.” “Don’t do it!” Julie advanced into the room and dropped her furs on a chair. “11l buy that scarf, Stuart, and give you more for it than you could get for all th« clothes —” . She reached out a determinca hand for the veil, bub he defUy whipped it away from her and tucked it into the inner pocket of bis coat. “It's not for sale,” he said evenly. “But—l could use it in my next picture.” “So can I.” he said with some strange inward elation. “What do you mean?” Julie demanded sulkily. “For a prop, you know.” “Oh! Like that Spanish comb you brought home one time. . . . You never got to paint me as a Mexican girl, did you, Stuart?” “No.” He spoke absently, almost abruptly. An idea was stirring, Stirling, demanding to be born Julie curled up on the couch, i "Set fire to that trash in the fireplace, darling. This room is awfully cold.” He did so. She kicked off her little pumps and held her stockinged feet toward the blaze, watching Stuart as he strode up and down the room. There began to be a pervading excitement about him. His blue eyes sparkled when he turned in his restless pacing to face the fire. His hair was still tumbled from the wind. His mouth—he had cut it. Julie longed to kiss it. At first she watched him lazily while she basked like a kitten, reveling in the sight of him. Then she began to catch his excitement, only hers was for a very different reason. "I had to see you, Stuart." she said throatily. ‘‘l’ve been dying to see you!” He threw her an absent smile and continued to pace. She got up ( quickly and ran to seize his arm. padding along with him in silk shod I feet, up and down, up and down the room. He was not aware of her, but she did not know it for a while. “Know why I came, darling’’ ’Cause I love you, that’s why! And I get hungry for you. Hungry. Stuart—” “To the hungry heart— ’’ he murmured under his breath. She could feel the tenseness of his arm under her handi “Os course, you were right, darling, not to marry me then and live my life. But look, Stuart, why can't we recon—yes, reconsider it.” She ran with little kitten-padding steps to keep up with his strides. She did not look at him, but she knew that he was stirred. “Os course, I’ve got lots of men ; friends—it isn't that.” She paused for that to sink in —to get him jeall ous. He hurried his steps and she was jubilant. “But you see,” she went on ca--1 ressingly, “I miss you, darling, and I I want you.—” ’ Stuart interrupted her suddenly with some indeterminate word like ' “wait.” He went over to his easel.* , threw aside a half-finished picture ; and grabbed up a new canvas. His , eyes were blazing now and his lips a taut line. Julie, fighting down sudden anger, recognized that look. He had ’ an idea for a picture, “for crying j out loud!” He hadn't even listened • while she— she hud been offering him—everything! What a fool! She stamped her foot but it made ; a ludicrous soft “plop” on the bare II floor and it hurt her. Il (To Be Continued)

MARKETREPORTS daily report of local and foreign markets Brady’* Market for Decatur. Berne, Craiqvili*. Hoagland and Willehlre. . Clot* •«. 12 Nunn. | Corrected February 8. < No cotumieslou and no yardage. Veals received Tuesday, Wed- 1 uesday, Friday and Saturday. ——— ’ lot) to 120 lbs 3 9.20 | 120 to 140 lbs 9.40 140 to 160 lbs. 9.80 | 160 to 190 lbs. 10.20 190 to 230 lbs. Wl9 230 to 270 lbs. 9'Bo 270 to 300 lbs 9 60 300 to 350 lbs 9.46 1 Roughs - ®'*s Stags G -35 Vealers 11 -5° Ewe and wether lambs 10.00 Buck lambs -- 9 Yearling lambs 5.00 . Indianapolis Livestock Hogs. 1.000. Holdovers 123. 15c higher. Underweights. steady. 160-225 lbs. 9.75-10.85; 225-275 lbs. 10.25- 275 lbs. up. 9.55-10.10; 140-160 lbs. 10.00-10.25; 100-140 lbs. 9.50-9.75; packing sows 8.50-9.25. ' Cattle 50. Calves 50. Compared with Friday lust week; Beet steers 25-50e lower. Helfers steady to 25c lower. Cows steady to strong. Top steers sl2. Few loads 10.25- bulk 6.50-8.50. Few heifers 8.00-9.00. Bulk 6.50-7.50. Beef cows 6.00-6.50; low cutters and cutters 3.50-4.75. Vealers steady sl2 down. Sheep 500. Lamb market nominal. | L_ LOCAL GRAIN MARKET Corrected February 8. No. 1 New Wheat, 60 lbs. or better 92c No. 2 New Wheat, 58 lbs 91c Oats 20 to 22c Good Dry No. 2 Yel. Soy Beans 72c New No. 4 yellow corn, 10V lbs. 53 to 67c Rye 45c CENTRAL SOYA MARKET Dry No. 2 Yellow Soy Beaus 72c (Delivered to factory) J — Tapometer For Typists SHEFFIELD. Eng. (U.R) — Com- i jinnies have introduced □. novel j scheme to increase output and ic- , lieve the monotony of the typists’ I work On each typist's machine a I "tapometer” has been fitted which I records the number of taps made ; i by ear’ll typist each day. o Ohio Womanlo2 Maiysville, Ohio- —(UB) — Mrs. 1 Anna Margaret Owen baa lived to ’ be 102, because, she says, she work-1 ed hard on a farm as a girl and al- | ways has kept regular habits. She : remembers well the Mexican and .Civil wars. ROY S. JOHNSON AICTIONEER Offics, Room 9 Peoples Loan & Trust Bldg. Phones 104 and 1022 Decatur, Indiana Feb. 10—Fred Shinkel, 2 -miles north, 2 miles east of Ossian on Allen k Wells Co. line. Closing out sale. Feb. 11—J. J. Eckhart. 1 mile north of Rockford, O. No. IS, Feb. 12 llobletl A Ch in cast of Convoy. 0.. on Lincoln highway. Feb. 13 —Ferd Burlier, uortiiwest of Convoy on Limolu highway. Feb. 14 —DBcafirr Riverside Sale Feb. 15—Frank Huss, west of Yoder. Closing put sale. Feb 17--Eli Iteer, I mile =outli of Honduras on road No. 124. Closing out sale. Feb. 18 -Henry Yake. .% mile 1 north Kirkland high school or 5 miles west and I'/j mlie south of Decatur. Closing out sale. Feb. I.B—Wm. Steva, west of St. Marys, Ohio on No. 54, closing out sale. Feb. 19 -Hoiner Mills. 3 milos north, % mile west of Bluffton. Feb. 20- John Flickinger, mi. south, 2 mile west of Heino. Closing out nalc. Feb, 21 -Decatur Kivprshlo Stock Sale. Feb. 22 Jacob Saan ••slate, •! ! mile east. mile south ol .Muldieberry. Closing out farm wale. Feb. 24 - Kniffelcamp Bros., 1 mile east of Moitroeville. closing out sale. Feb. 26 U. W. Hovartcr. I mi. north of Decatur. Closing out sale. Feb. 27 Bert Marquardt, 4 mi. north of Monroeville, Chester White Hogs. I'B-b. 27 Bert Marquardt, north of Monroeville on Lincoln higliway. Hog sale. Feb. “8 Decatur Riverside Stock Sale. Feb. 29—Wm. steva, Wapakoneta. Ohio, Dali- Grouiida, Short Horn CaUie. “Claim Your Gale Date Early” My eervlce Includes looking after every it tall of your sale umJ wore dollars for yen the day of yoqr auction.

business iS . AM, uorsaiT Fo, ‘ all CU' KOt y IKniJ !« M day. K.ve.vmh- Su| vs . M. h. ’•‘i I‘OR SALE cream and g re ,. u , M l| •el. Phone 71g2 rt FOR SALE NewTTn 10 eye.. Ho volts ball bearing. Al so J, !*• I P. Kirsch. c ' ft -<l POK SALEbull, 9 montlis old p 1 mile west. 2 mi le , FOR SALE Gang toms. Wilson miles east ta-uitur !Oi , d ;' SPECIAL on Used HaZ"] en Ranges. Healing 2, Ranges. !-;i. t lliv Wash ’ Stuckey Ar. Co, Monrot, HATCHING NOW Quality bred <-liitk ß . Bn* order uow for early chirks for greater profit some started . hicks u ow . a calm- Hatchery, i>!, llllc ( jC tur, Indiana. FOR SALE IX‘S . first class condition 34 be taken up to 7 p. m. m This car is of the late R n , G. Guisei. For intorinatwij at Rudolph Stulp. flu Preble phone. il* (Hi SALE—so aofe from Decatur. [ timber, electric light J Must be sold to highest U once. Hon 117, Mourov.jJ FOR SALE sd.K-J new latest style furniuj modern lied loom suites; I}l room suites; I dining nsaj 12 kitchen i .ibiii. is: L'simaj 15 Axmiiiistei rugs; c gJ rugs; 16 oil stoves auf ■ electric washer and putb gine washer. Ali at leryaiti prices. Better grade 1 less money. Store opa ■-* • Stucky k Co . Monro, I*2, 1 ■ . Jouatbaus. Wagnerr , Qrwics t; dd' n. I cider 20c p. 1 gal A. at ; Pleasant Mills. LOST AND FOIJi | LOST — Stun of monejll Quality grocery store M i yon garage. Fiudcr piowel Ito this office. Tteward. I o J WANTED WANTED-.Man to work « by the month. Inquire! Kuhn. Decatur. 11 1.- ! WANTED TO RENT-Fm apartment. Modern. Will j 100 in care of this office. ! FOR RENT i FOR RENT Eight room W miles west of ilceSM. month. E. 11. Bryan. I l ’ l '’ bia. Fort Wayne. j FOR RENT :i moms Mil 1% mile from liw-alw I Box J. Y can- Dini:«ald| 0- — —« Fists Fly Over Tcwiwd HIHKIYOV. cal. HMD * I Townsend plan rated one l I first martyrs In-re wheicnJ* having failed ta convimw were used. Walter ('*' went loser, "ent to jail w •with breaking the j»» “1 McCloy. ..... — 1 Army's Honor Up"« Budapest —ll'Pl - * ,army officer 111 lluuW*i Ito death An army otii<'er4i {insulted by a - taw into his own luu* » ami killed 1 in' " ian ' ”, “J » court al Raab acquUt« l '*jT 0 — : Family Tfaced t 0 '*j Santa Sruz. l’ a '- 11. Wilder, who died hta utu-Nlry : soldier in U"' "J Richmond at ■ 1485. In 1487 Henry '’ j ■ a landed eslat Uont "h-i 1 •• 1 ed StepchikL P‘ 12 anti Hl- — N. A. QPTOM£l RIST Eyes Examined. Gla«« fl h° ur ’ 3? J B.JO tu IMO ' Saturdays' Telephone