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NEW PRODUCT TO BE MADE AT FTJAYNE S. F. Bowser Building Plant Addition for Output to Begin Jan. 1. PLAN MANUFACTURING Mayer Brothers Will Add to Repair Business at Brazil.

BY CHARLES C. STONE, State Editor, The Times An industrial and business survey of Indiana for the week ended today shows noteworthy developments at Ft. Wayne, Brazil, Elkhart, Goshen, Hartford City and Evansville. The S. F. Bowser Company of Ft. Wayne will place anew product on the market about Jan. 1, but its nature has not been announced. To take care of new production, the company is erecting a chromium plating plant, the first to be installed by any industry in the city. Highly specialized machinery costing $50,000 will be placed in the plant. Other developments at Ft. Wayne include moving of the Grand Leader store into its new $1,000,0000 building, replacing a structure destroyed by fs’*e eleven months ago, and leasing by Montgomery, Ward & Cj., for $750,000 of a store site. Embarks in Manufacturing N. ayer Brothers, Brazil, has been organized with a capital of $50,001 for new operations at the old Crawford and McCrimmon plant, and in addition to a general machine repair business, will engage in manufacture of power hammers boilers, engines and other ms - chinery. It is planned to enlarge the working force early next year. Officials of the Elkhart rubber works have organized anew company at Elkhart, as yet unnamed, to engage in manufacture of gaskets for automobiles and machinery. Work has been started on a brick factory building 50x150 feet. J. W. Mount, Goshen, has leased 8,000 square feet of floor space for use in a paint and enamel manufacturing business. Plant Addition Ready At Hartford City the Hartford City Paper Company has completed a plant addition and machinery wtyl be installed in it soon. Reports are current at Evansville that the city is soon to be served by another railroad, following leasing of 12,000 acres of land by an unnamed party, declared in some quarters to be the Big Four railroad. The land is north of the city in an area occupied by several factories. Conditions elsewhere in the state are shown in the following sum- ! mary: Anderson—A committee of the Chamber of Commerce is making a survey and obtaining other data to be of assistance in obtaining more industries for the city. Marion—This city’s prosperity is reflected by reports of freight handled during the year by railroads and traction lines. There has been an increase each month during 1928 over 1927, the Clover Leaf Railroad reports, and the freight business handled by traction cars of the Indiana Service Corporation, increased 300 per cent this year over last. Muncie—The area of this city has been increased thirty acres by annexation of two subdivisions, the Highland Park and Boxell and Parr. Factory May Be Sold Bluffton—Negotiations are under way for the sale of the H. C. Bay piano factory here to Chicago interests which plan to establish a woodworking plant. The plant is to be disposed of following receivership proceedings. The sale price is expected to be around $95,000. South Bend—A $150,000 building is to be erected here as quarters for a Sears, Roebuck & Cos. store. Petersburg—Resumption of work at the Atlas No. 1 coal mine, one of the largest in Pike county, gives employment to 250 men. Elnora—Graham Bros, new $50,000 cheese factory here is expected to be ready for operation about Jan. 1. It will have a daily capacity of ten tons of milk, and in emergency twice that amount can be handled.

ARRANGE BIG PROGRAM FOR MEDICS IN HAVANA Prominent Physicians and Surgeons, on Pan-Amerclan Program. B<y Unite 1 Press HAVANA, Cuba, Dec. 7.—Physicians and surgeons from practically every one of the twenty-one member states of the Pan-Ameri-can Union are expected to attend the First Pan-American Medical Congress which will meet here Dec. 29 to Jan. 3. The official program, as announced by Secretary of Sanitation Dr. Francisco Maria Fernandez, who is organizing the congress, includes addresses by Dr. William J. Mayo, of Mayo Brothers’ clinic, Rochester, Minn.; Dr. Ulises Valdes, Mexico City; Dr. Ruiz Morena, Buenos Aires; Dr. H. S. Cummings, surgeon-general of the United States Public Health Service, and many other famous physicians and surgeons of both North and South America. Entertainment plans for the delegates includes tours of Havana’s health farms and hospitals and an excursion to Camaguey and Santiago de Cuba.

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CHAPTER I QRCHID ’S real name was Ashtoreth —Ashe. A peculiar name —Ashtoreth. It may even impress you as absurd. Ashtoreth’s mother is a romantic woman. She reads a great many novels, and imagines herself a bit occult. Following her daughter’s birth, she had strange dreams about ancient Egypt. She talked of reincarnation and declared that she had been a priestess and worshiped the moon. And lived in a marble palace, and danced before strange gods. Her husband, at the time, feared for her sanity. But Mrs. Ashe laid it all to mysticism and insisted upon naming her child Ashtoreth, after the moon goddess of old Egypt. It was to Ashtoreth that pagan women prayed. Maidens seeking lovers. And wives desiring children. Mrs. Ashe thought it was a lovely custom, and sometimes begged favors herself of the moon. Not thot she believed in it at all. It was merely a harmless little fantasy, and pleased her sentimental nature. Naturally Ashtoreth hates her strange name. People are always asking what it means, and she finds explanations exceedingly embarrassing.

When she was small, the children with whom she played called her Ash-Ash. It sounded rather like a cellar-way, or something gray and grubby; and the child hated it with all her fastidious little being. It was not only ugly. It was utterly incongruous. Because Ashtoreth Ashe is as exquisite a girl as ever lived. She looks a little like Dolores del Rio. only there is something more mysterious about her. Her skin has a sort of ivory pallor. And she has gray-green eyes, and vivid lips. Because her cheeks are colorless, the effect of her full, red mouth is startling as scarlet on old ivory. She has high cheek bones, and a pointed little chin. So that her face seems curiously heart-shaped The effect is accentuated by the way in which she does her hair. It is straight black hair. Parted in the middle, and twisted in great coils over her ears. Victor Hugo said once of a theatrical celebrity: “She is not pretty—she is worse.” Now, Ashtoreth is not really pretty. She is rare. Different from other girls. There are, for instance, typical debutantes, typical stenographers and typical sportswomen. Exactly as there are typical wives and typical chorus girls. But Ashtoreth is not so easily classified. When Hugo spoke of the dancing girl, hs probably had in mind that seductive quality known as sex appeal. A vulgar expression, but inclusive of attributes difficult of expression. 8 B B Hollis hart, the famous financier, was extraordinarily impressed the first time he saw her —and Hollis Hart was not a susceptible person. It was a stormy day in January when Ashtoreth—summoned by an electric buzzer on her desk—glided into his private office, to take her first dictation from the famous Mr. Hart.

Ashtoreth was wearing a black crepe, swathed about her hips and caught on one side by an odd buckle. A most unusual buckle. A collector would have noticed it at once, and speculated upon its origin. It happened, however, that Ashtoreth had made it herself, with two sticks of sealing wax. One of green, and the other of gold. The effect was of mottled jade. On the forefinger of her left hand she wore a scarab, set in dull gold, and reaching exactly to the first joint. It was not really an old scarab, nor valuable. But, as Ashtoreth knew, there are very few people who knpw antique scarabs when they see them. She had found the stone in a Jeweler’s tray, priced, among various odds and ends, at 50 cents. The setting she copied from a ring in the Egyptian room at the Art Museum. The whole thing cost perhaps $5, and looked fabulously rare and costly. Ashtoreth never had much money to spend on herself. But with a meager expenditure she achieved considerable distinction. Shoe and stockings were her greatest extravagance. Sheer chiffon hose, and a scarab ring. A swathed crepe frock, and high heeled pumps. Eminently unsuitable, of course, for business wear. But Ashtoreth never aspired to be correct. She was individual. Moreover, she was clever. “Other girls,” she told her mother, “conform to style standards. They wear their skirts so short you’d think they were having a competition. They use the same sort of perfume, and the same kind of face powder. Their dresses are all of a pattern. And their jewelry looks as if it had cQme off one counter. They even do their hair alike. 'They varnish their finger nails, and shave their necks. They see the same movies, and read the same books.” Ashtoreth shrugged distastefully. “And I’ve no doubt,” she said, “they think the same thoughts—if any.” a u tx MRS. ASHE had met her daughter downtown for luncheon. She was wearing, st the time, a purple velvet coat, and gray pumps and stockings. Her dress was flowered chiffon. A riot of apoplectic petunias and flaming poppies. Her hat, which she held in her amplq lap, was a

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irshtoieth /| when the thing was done, “I can I IHI i J j have a g°°d time with a clear conJ ,iJ | He had, when he first saw Ashrtf Wwgk toreth, been having a good time foi lIIM l ! l ' something like twenty-five years { *Pj ! ' Ever since the death of his father j! * 411 estima bl e fogey devoted tc 'I righteousness and plain living. V With the exception of two venerable aunts, Hollis Hart was quit( ' alcr.e in the world. The aunts were

mass of healthy cotton violets. And her hair, shingled smartly, was dandelion yellow. Like Marilyn Miller’s, one season. As Maizie Ashe says herself: her hair is not natural—it is persuaded. She is a plump woman, with soft, fragrant skin, and round, blue eyes. Her coloring is like a bisque doll’s, and scarcely faded. Now she surveyed her daughter across her beet and string bean salad. (Maizie would never diet of her own volition. Only when she ate out with Ashtoreth.) “Miss Hoity-toity!” she retorted amiably. , • And, toying with a bran muffin, observed comfortably that it was only natural young folks should be alike. “You’re too finicky, honey,” she counseled—“like your father. You’d ought to be more like me. You’d be a sight happier.” But Ashtoreth despised conformity. Her skirts were long, thereby attracting unusual attention to her legs, slim and lovely. She wore black exclusively. And felt hats, summer and winter. With a bit of a brim, when everybody else thought brims were old-fashioned. She never used perfume, but a haunting sachet instead. And rouge she abominated. Ashtoreth loves beautiful things with an instinctive appreciation of color and texure. She bought remnants in bargain basements. Bits of Chinese embroidery, to relieve the somber black of her frocks. Old lace. And an occasional length of lustrous satin, heavy as velvet. She had a way of wrapping the stuff about her slender body. Her skirts swathed her hips. And she carried herself as French women do. She knows lines. And the drama of clothes. And how to drape materials, with a hint of voluptuousness in the cling and the swish of them. As Helen of Troy wound her robe —and Cleopatra her purple gown—so Ashtoreth draped and gathered. A fold here, and another there. Revealing the tantalizing loveliness of her soft, slim body. Her clothes are clever, with a great pretension of modesty about them. Which is how Ashtoreth, in her simple crepe, came to fascinate the rich and mighty Hollis Hart. Exactly as Lady Hamilton, in her Grecian robe, vamped poor Lord Nelson. There were forty girls who worked in the outer office of Hart, Lee, Inc. And each of them coveted the enviable task of taking dictation from their distinguished president. Ashtoreth had worked for the firm less than two months. Her speed was negligible, and her accuracy doubtful. Yet no one was surprised when she received the appointment. tt M tS ASHTORETH opened the door of Mr. Hart’s office quietly, and, closing it behind her, stood at his desk. He was conscious of a very faint scent that seemed to creep gently about her. And he noticed, in a surprising moment, how clear her skin was. “Pale as opals,” he thought. And that was astounding, because Hollis Hart had dictated to any number of girls. And never thought anything at all about them. Nor was he a poetic man. It was strange, too, how the name “Orchid” flashed across his mind. He thought of it immediately, as

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fitting the pale girl who waited, note book in hand. Hollis Hart was the last of an eminent family that traced its American lineage back to the first Huguenot settlers. “Scion of fame and fortune," as the papers say. Rhodes scholar, famous sportsman, and a millionaire many times over. Boston, at the time, was buzzing with the story of his reported engagement to the daughter of a British peer. AshtoYeth, of course, had heard the rumors. The peer, a bit improverished, was said to be exceedingly close to the throne. And the daughter—before Hollis Hart had taken extended residence in London—was seen frequently in the company of the Prince of Wales. There was a great deal of international gossip. But the real status of affairs no one knew. Hart was one of those men privileged, as they say, to pick and choose. And there were plenty of girls languishing to be picked. The Sunday supplements told at great length of a glamorous widow with celebrated pearls, to whom Mr. Hart had been attentive. And the tabloids recited, with much detail, the agonized love of the French aviatrix who swallowed poison on Boston Common. It was whispered, they said, that the poor aviatrix was desperately and unavailingly in love with the wellknown Mr. Hart. Ashtoreth had heard of a certain beauty, glorified by Mr. Ziegfeld, who publicly avowed her affection. And then there was the Austrian dancer with the million-dollar legs —oh, Hollis Hart had had his affairs—scores of them. ASHTORETH drew a pencil from the elastic on her note book, and raised her gray-green eyes to her employer’s face. His own were blue—deep set. And he had a way of narrowing them. Tropical suns had tanned his skin. It was so brown that it made his eyes seem peculiarly bright. His hair was black, graying at the temples. Ashtoreth, absurdly, wondered if the English girl had ever run her fingers through it. She had seen the girl’s picture in the papers. She was big and raw-boned, with a wind-blown British look about her. And she wore tweeds. Somehow Ashtoreth could not imagine that girl putting her fingers in anybody’s hair. Hollis Hart was old enough to be Ashtoreth’s father. She was 23 the day she went to work in his office. And Hart, at that time, must have been nearly 50. He was, frequently called “the most eligible bachelor” in America. A popular magazine had compared him once with the Prince of Wales. The press credited him with being a Don Juan, and never tired of printing rumors regarding a prospective marriage. He took an indolent interest n the bonding business founded by his grandfather, preferring frivolity to gilt-edged securities. His secretary, a benevolent soul devoted to philanthropy, set large sums aside for charitable enterprises. And Hart cheerfully indorsed them all. He had created a trust, the income from which was to insure the perpetuation of various philanthropic enterprises. “And now,” sighed Hollis Hart,

when the thing was done, “I can have a good time with a clear conscience.” He had, when he first saw Ashtoreth, been having a good time for something like twenty-five years. Ever since the death of his father, an estimable old fogey devoted to righteousness and plain living. With the exception of two venerable aunts, Hollis Hart was quite alcilc in the world. The aunts were maiden ladies, easily upset. They ate like sparrows, and wore rusty black. Both of them worried inordinately about a “bad end” for each month. At the moment Mr. Hart was considering the wisdom of a note to Aunt Meg. A reporter, it seemed, had asked her for a statement regarding the rumored engagement of her nephew to Lady Something-or-other. Aunt Meg, tremendously concerned, had written, tremulously, for details. Mr. Hart cleared his throat. Dictated his aunt’s address, and stared savagely at her note in his hand. A gasping little note, like a well-bred lady considerably out of breath. For a quarter of a century Aunt Meg had used white linen paper bordered in black. Her handwriting was cramped and quivering. And she used a fine pen that inevitably spattered when she dotted her i’s; The letter, somehow, looked like Aunt Meg. Or Aunt Sarah, for that matter. They were exasperatingly alike, Hollis Hart’s aunts. Decent, decorous spinsters. Once, at a garden party, they had met a dubiously lovely lady with' their nephew. A charming, reckless girl whom many men had loved. Hollis Hart presented her to his aunts, and immediately she proceeded to envelop them with her gracious charm. They drew together shyly, their narrow shoulders touching, as they stood facing the radiant creature. They were uncomfortably ill at ease. ✓

And so at less for words, as to seem even more half-contained than usual. Frigid, stilted things in horrid black. With the life font dry in their withered bodies. And their souls parched. He wondered—vaguely, disturbed at the thought—if they were Jealous of the warm, soft girl who knew so much of love. As he watched them, he felt sure of it. And, from that day, Hollis Hart believed that all women were arrayed against one another. The unloved women hating the beloved women. And the beloved women despiring all the rest. a a a ASHTORETH put her fingers to the violets that bloomed in a yellow bowl on his desk. From her body there emanated the lovely odor of a delicious woman. Soft as the breath of a night wind whispering. And Hollis Hart, in a clairvoyant moment, knew that in the pitiless conflict of women, Aunt Meg and Aunt Sarah would be arrayed against the girl who stood before him. Because this girl was soft and beautiful. It seemed, then, indelicate to ask her to transcribe such a letter as he had proposed dictating to Aunt Meg. She stood there waiting for him to begin. Very quietly, without selfconsciousness. Her fingers now were on her note book. And the green stone on her forefinger gleamed, like a baleful scarab, across the desk at Hollis Hart. “Your ring!” he exclaimed involuntarily. “What a gorgeous thing! May I see it?” Unsmiling, she extended her hand. Her fingers, long and white, made him think of drooping petals. “I am intensely interested,” he explained, “in archaeology, and particularly in the amulets of the Egyptians.” “Yes?” Ashtoreth was politely noncommittal. * “It is not an antique setting?” he hazarded. “No,” she told him. “But rather a

good copy, I think. I sketched it myself from a talisman of the Graeco-Roman period.” ‘‘Then Cleopatra,” he remarked, smiling, ‘‘may have worn the original." Ashtoreth looked on her ring with quiet humor. ‘‘Oh, yes,” she said. “She wore it on her thumb the night she had herself delivered to Caesar in a bale of rugs.” Hollis Hart chuckled. “I’ve no doubt,” he said, “that Caesar complimented the queen upon her taste.” Glancing sharply at his new stenographer, he wondered who she was. A society girl, probably, taking a fling at business. Interested in antiquities, too. “I’m sorry,” he murmured apologetically, “but I have quite forgotten your name.” “Miss Ashe,” she told him. “Ashtoreth Ashe.” “‘Ashtoreth!’” he cried. “Why Ashtoreth was the moon goddess of Egypt.” She flushed self-consciously. “It is a beautiful name,” he added hastily. “Very beautiful . . . Well, now, Miss Ashe, will you take a letter please ...” He dictated quietly. Half a dozen business commmunications. “Leave them,” he instructed, “on Mr. Higgins’ desk. I shall not be' in after luncheon. That is all. Thank you, Miss Ashe.”

FORTY pairs of curious eyes watched Ashtoreth to her desk. They noticed her heightened color and exchanged glances. She was wondering what sort of an impression o she had made. Wondering if Mr. Hart knew her for a poor girl. An impostor, with a make-believe scarab. An ignoramus, pretending to a familiarity with things of which she knew nothing. Cleopatra and antiquities. She pondered distractedly. Could Mr. Hart have guessed how little she really knew of Egypt’s queen? Only that men called her the Serpent of the Nile, and that she vamped Caesar from a pile of carpets? And killed herself with an asp? “I’ll get a book at the library," vowed Ashtoreth. And taking her mother’s market list from her bag, she penciled a memo at the bottom: “Find out about Cleopatra and scarabs.” The library was next the chain grocery store. She would stop there on her way home. Maybe Mr. Hart would say something more about Egypt tomorrow. Then she would be able, if circumstances permitted, to throw in another observation or two. Carelessly, of course. That night Ashtoreth read while her mothqr went to the movies. When Mrs. Ashe came home, she made herself a pot of tea and cut some cake. She was one of those women who'like a little “snack of something" before bed time. While she ate, she chatted with of Greta Garbo and John Gilbert. There was nobody, she remarked romantically, made love like John Gilbert, especially to Greta Garbo. Finally she went to bed, smothering yawns with her pink, plump palms. When she was asleep, Ashtoreth tiptoed quietly back to the living room to read, until the flat grew icy cold and dawn put gray fingers whitely against the window panes. At 6 a. m. Ashtoreth knew that Cleopatra was immortal—not because she was a great queen—but because she was seductive, like a professional beauty. “And smart,” decided Ashtoreth, putting out the light, “like the stenographer who vamps the millionaire boss.” Caesar was the richest and most influential man she knew—so she vamped him. He died. And Antony became old Egypt’s sugar daddy. Cleo forgot Caesar and started running round with Antony. Just like gold-diggers today.” Smiling drowsily, Ashtoreth cuddled under her flowered puff. Arid slept, to dream of Hollis Hart, in a robe of Tyran purple, with laurel in her hair. “Ashtoreth Ashe!” said her mother at breakfast. “Look at those circles under your eyes. I thought I heard you up after I went to bed. Reading, I bet. Well, you’re a perfect sight—that’s all I’ve got to say.” But Ashtoreth, studying her eyes in the mirror over the kitchen sink, decided that dark shadows were languorously interesting. And a bit vampy, besides. She had resolved, if Cleopatra came up again that day, to inform Mr. Hart that the celebrated siren, in her eyes, ws no better than a gold-digger. And Ashtoreth, for reasons best known to herself, had a distinct aversion to gold-diggers. 9 h a THE electric buzzer on her desk hummed softly. And Ashtoreth, slipping a pencil beneath the elastic on her note book, entered Mr. Hart’s office. “Ah, good morning, Miss Ashe.” He greeted her shortly. “I’ve something here I’d like to show you. A letter in the morning mail. Most astonishing, upon my word. I’d like ydu, please, to read it.” Astonished, Ashtoreth took from his outstretched hand a sheet of purple parchment, scrawled with green ink. Wafting the perfume of imported paper. (To Be Continued.) From whom was the mysterious letter? And why did the rich and famous Mr. Hart ask his new stenographer to read it? An amazing letter—reproduced in full in the next installment. Wolves Eat Farmers’ Horses BAR-LE-DUC, France, Dec. 7. — Farmers have organized into bands of vengeance against wolves which in the last two weeks have raided three pastures, each time killing and eating young horses.

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I■ ' * When Lady Mary Heath goes record seeking, her costume would please even the most exacting medicos who disparage the lack of warm feminine apparel. Flying from Curtiss Field, Long Island, the iamous British flier took her tiny ship into the chilly skies until a cold motor forced an abandonment of the attempt to break her own light plane altitude record of 24,700 feet.

NEW MONEY TO BE OUTIN JOLY Bills to Be About Size of Cigar Coupons. B,y Times Special WASHINGTON, Dec. 7. —The new and smaller sizes of currency bills will be put into circulation through the banks next July, it was learned today, but they will not supplant completely the present stock until late next fall. Under the schedule planned the country will be using “dirty money’’ for several months. After July the present sizes will be allowed to remain out longer than ordinarily, and many bills usually redeemed will continue to go their rounds. The new money is the same size as Philippine currency, or about the size of cigar coupons. Treasury and secret service officials have told members of the house appropriations committee that the new money will not be easier to raise or counterfeit. There had been some criticism to this effect. W. H. Moran, chief of the secret service, said there would not be much change as far as imitating or tampering with the currecny is concerned. FLYING FIRM FORMED Curtiss Service Incorporation Papers Are Filed. Incorporation papers for the Curtiss Flying Service of Indiana, Inc., have been filed with Otto G. Fifield, secretary of state, by Burrell Wright, Miss Mary Hilt and Beryl Smith. The papers set forth that there will be 2,500 shares of no par value common stock. The company address was given as 4149 Carrollton avenue. They will engage in all forms of flying activities, it was stated. William Lilly Paint Company filed notice of increase of capital stock from $50,000 common to $50,000 common and $40,000 prf erred. boom pair^orlcabinet Tilson and Newton Given Boosts for Hoover Official Family. WASHINGTON, Dec. s.—Speculation on the possible promotion or two of its members into the Hoover cabinet has followed the return of congress and a renewed outbreak of unofficial cabinet making. Representative John Q. TiJson of Connecticut, majority leader of she house, has been mentioned for secretary of war, and Representative Walter Newton of Minnesota has been talked of as secretary of commerce. Both are personally close to the President-elect, original Hoover men and active campaign workers. ROUTED BY CONSCIENCE Burglars Take Jewels, Then Bring Them Back. By United Press NEW YORK, Dec. 7—Unknown burglars made a successful entry into the home of Paul Kemer and took away a number of valuable Jewels. Before the night was over, however, they became consciencestricken and a neighbor’s child found the loot at her kitchen door. Two Shirts: SSO and 30 Days Bn United Press COLUMBUS, Ohio, Dec. 7. Shirts were expensive in municipal court here today. Charles McDonald, 52, was charged with stealing two of them and he was fined $25 for each shirt and sentenced to twq terms of fifteen days in jail.

Heads to Fall in Basket When Ax Starts Work Jan. 1. BOARD WILL ACT SOON i George Coffin Commission to Go Into Conference After Dec. 15. The quiet before the storm reigns about the courthouse tto-> day, as various office holders consider who they will or will not reappoint at the beginning of the new year. Nothing is said, directly, but indications and whisperings of what may be done are prevalent. First in line are the county commissioners. As yet they have not been “in conference” on Ihe new appointment proposition, but promise they will be shortly after Dec. 15. The board, starting Jan. 1, will consist only of George V. Coffin allies. John E. Shearer, who takes office then, replaces Cassius L. Hogle, who for the last six months has stood alone on the C. O. Dodson faction. There was a time when Charles o. Sutton, now president of the commissioners, made a total of two for Dodson, but that day has passed. He now lines up with George Snider, a Coffin man, who first was the minority and who now is one of the majority. Many Offices on Fire The commissioners must consider the following offices: Poor farm superintendent, superintendent for Julietta hospital for the insane, county detention home and Negro orphans’ home, county road superintendent and his thirtythree assistants, commissioners’ court bailiff, county attorney, garage superintendent, elevator operators, janitors, yardmen assigned to the old workhouse grounds, Twen-ty-first street and Northwestern avenue. John V. Carter, poor farm head, who has many of his relatives on the payroll, probably will go out, it is reported. He has been the target for criticism for many months by the Coffin faction of the county council. Luther Tex, county road superintendent and his assistants, are about to take the skids, it is said. There have been reports that Tex dian’t play the right kind of politics in the the recent election and therefore he will be slated for removal. Also, Tex has not been favored specially by Coffin’s friends for some time. May Be Reappointed Dr. Benjamin Morgan, at Julietta; Mrs. Emma Du Valle, at the Orphans’ home, and Miss Sarah Pray at the Detentioh home are expected to be reappointed. Charles Owens has served many years as the commissioners’ court bailiff and has been an ardent precinct worker, but whether he is to be reappointed is a mystery. Then comes consideration of County Attorney Clinton H. Givan s position. He has been an avowed Dodson supporter until recently. Then he appeared as counsel for Councilman Paul S. Dunn, charged in criminal court with perjury. That may mean he has met favor in Coffin’s eyes and in those of his henchman, the county Republican chairman, Sheriff Omer Hawkins. As for the others, they will come as a matter of regular business, It is said. Nothing definite is even hinted about these appointments. Pair After Job Charles Mann, deputy sheriff, la said to have his eye on Tex’s job and may get it. Earl S. Garrett, former city market master, who was indicted in criminal court, also is in the race for this place. When Surveyor-Elect Paul S.' Brown, a Coffin man, announces his appointments there are expected to be new faces in the surveyors’ and draftsman’s office and on 1 3 surveyor’s chain gangs. Retiring Surveyor Henry R. Campbell has been a Dodson man for a long time and was the last one to give up hope of beating Coffin and the machine in the recent election. There is expected to be an entire new staff. Dr. Charles Keever, coroner, is considered the only Dodson-sup-ported candidate to be victorious, and he will make no changes in his staff, it is said. Few Changes by Winkler Sheriff-Elect George L. Winkler probably will not make more than one or two changes after Jan. !, it is said. He already has concurred in the appointment of sixteen special patrol deputies. County Treasurer Clyde Robinson is not expected to make any changes unless to fill vacancies caused by resignations. This also applies to the office of County Clerk George O. Hutsell. Prosecutor-Elect Judson L. Stark still has about twenty appointments to announce. These include divorce and criminal and municipal court deputies. Eddie Cantor to Be Boy Scout NEW YORK, Dec. 7.—ln appreciation of his services to the youth of New York, Eddie Cantor will become an associate member of Boy Scout Troop No. 725 of Washington Heights, Saturday.