12 THIRD EPISODE. Jane Finds Work. CHAPTER I. the dark boulevard from I II l' t T n l ,or t weaved and bumped 111 and rattled a lone taxlcab, * ' with a high powered limousine steadily gaining on it. A black Van dyked man In the limousine began to toss something out of the window as he passed the taxi nt breakneck speed. He smiled as he heard a loud report like the explosion of a revolver, then Knottier. He knocked on the driver's window, and as the car came to a Mop he looked behind. The taxi had drawn up. He hastily replaced under the seat the hamper iu which ha had broken to bits all its porcelain and glassware. A tall, gaunt girl, distinct ly a maid, was out. impatiently survey ing the flat tires of the taxi, when the limousine, its bright dome light sud denly flashing up, backed alongside. The black Yandyked man stepped down. - "Perhaps I can offer your passengers the use of my machine," ho suggested. That relieved young woman opened the door of the taxi and poked her •head inside. "There ain't anything else we can do. Miss Junie." she whispered. "I suppose not." came a sweet voice from the taxi, and the face of a beau- W | ' h Vllrl ■. _ S ■ ''Perhaps 1 can offer the use of my ma chine." tiful young girl appeared in the win dow. She started as she saw the black Vnndyked man.Gilbert Blye! Hestood liat doffed, politely waiting their ac ceptance. "You'd better go. miss," husked the taxi driver. "This old tub'll be here tomorrow morning." June Warner slowly stepped down. "Thant yoq." she manned "I beg of you not to mention it The favor is to me," Blye gallantly return ed, while the maid begau to transfer from the taxi to the other ear arm load after arm load of unpacked clothing. Around the curve behind them there dashed another limousine and a runa bout in time for the occupants to see <• iibert Blye assisting June into the luxurious limousine. They also saw the eight cylinder machine leap forward. Blye. unconscious tuat they were be ing pursued, as was the girl, thought that he heard a shout as they gathered speed, and he looked back in time to see first the runabout and then the limousine swerve and slow down and to hear two loud bangs. He grinned. His driver grinned. The taxi driver grinned. Then they whizzed away. "Why, you are the little runaway bride, the girl in the watch!" said Blye. leaning forward. "Yes." Anil June blushed. She felt the black eyes of Gilbert Blye fixed upon her. Could it be pos sible that he had followed her? Oh. 110! Still, he had her address in her watch and her portrait. "You were kind enough on the train, Mr. Blye. to offer to let me buy my watch, and I'll take it now, if you please." • "I'm very sorry 1 haven't it with me. But 1 shall see you another time. I am sure." He came back from the for ward seat and sat with her. Back near the abandoned taxi there was a frantic group. Ned Warner, his face as set as if it had been chiseled from marble, stood in the center of the road with his lists clinched until his nails dug into his paints. There could lie no doubt now that Gilbert Blye's pursuit of Ned's wife. .Tune, was de liberate and purposeful. June's father strode slowly up and down, his lips compressed and his brows black. He passed Ned half a dozen times, but they did not exchange u word. Bobble Blethering and the driver of the Moore limousine had sprung out to repair their respective tires, but Iris Blethering, who had indulged in a few violent sobs as a preliminary to fur ther action, suddenly discovered the economic waste. "Here. Bobbie." she called, "get back and help Jerry and let our car go. There's room for all of us in the limousine." TJp came Mrs. Blye's auto. > "You're to jump in with Mrs. Blye, Ned. and go straight on!" Iris shouted. "Get right In! Don't waste a minute!" .And she fairly shoved the grim young husband of June Warner Into the seat br the side of the determined wife of the man with the black Vandyke. The electric rolled away at its utmost speed. News Items of interest in Central Pennsylvania York. At the annual banquet last night of the, York Chamber of Com merce, Elliott 11. Goodwin, secretary of the National Chamber of Com merce. Washington, D. C\, was the principal speaker. Ila/icton. William Boyle, aged 30, who two years ago enlisted in the SATURDAY EVENING, At Blye's club the limousine stopped, while the black Vaudyked tuau alight ed. June sullied «s she bado him good night, tut she was very thoughtful nevertheless und troubled Btye stood ou the steps of the clut and gazed ufter the receding car with a smile of (satisfaction. The limousine aped on to the address which Blye bad siren the driver. June studied the house earnestly. It was a smart looking building. The windows were brilliantly lighted, and in the par lor were three young ladies in rather striking evening dress. June gave the driver the address of a modest hotel. Halfway to their destination June changed her mind. The modest hotel, she remembered, had a blazing lobby, aud there was uo way to pass In or out without being stared at She gave the driver another address. Marie saw Juno's panic In her face. She found the little hands of June cold with nervous collapse. "East!" she snapped to the driver. "1 don't know the number. I'll tell you when we get there." A few minutes later they stopped iu frout of a dingy looking building with no light In the vestibule. .Marie Jump ed out and rang the doorbell. A wom an came to the door. They exchanged a few brief words, and Marie ran down to the limousine. "It's all right, Junie. .Airs. Boales has a nice back room for you and a cot for me." June stepped from the ear with a sigh of relief. A home of any sort was welcome now. It had been a long and exciting day. "I kuow the room. Miss June," said Marie, sweeping past with her arms full of Untiles. • **•••• Blye was in front of his club with a gray mustached. Jovial looking, pink faced man when the car returned. "Where did you take her, Scattl?" Blye asked.' "She wouldn't stop at Mother Rus sel's." began Scatti confidentially. "She"- "We know that." interrupted the gray mustached man, Orin Cunning ham. "There was no number on the house, boss, but I can find It." "Drive us there," directed Blye. Down on the dingy east side street he tried earnestly to pin down Scatti's dizzied memory. Up and down Blye moved, seeking In every window for some sign of the runaway bride. Sud denly his eye caught the glint of some thing in a vestibule. He ran up the steps. The glittering object was a buckle on a dainty little slipper, one which June's collie had carried down to the taxi for her when she had stolen her clothes and Marie from her fa ther's house. He Jotted the number of the house in a memorandum book. CHAPTER 11. mUST where one turns from the Concourse into the narrow lane of the interminable Mott street construction work the Moore limousine overtook Honoria Blye's elec tric. Mrs. Blye let Ned alight. Sha drove home. Her husband had long since preceded her. From a secret drawer of his desk he took some pa pers and stuffed them In his pocket; then he called the abnormally ugly Blye maid to help him with a trunk. They were in the hall with the lug gage when Honoria let herself In. She seized the situation at a glance and without a word laid hold of the trunk. But Blye, aided by Scatti, dashed away. Ned Warner meantime had driven straight to the apartments which he and June bad fitted up. He leaped rapidly through the telephone direc tory, called a number and delivered his message. At the other end of the wire a red faced man listened and nodded, then called in from an adjoining room three men. who by some strange coin cidence were lean and long and lanky. One was smooth faced and cadaver ous of cheek, aud oue wore a sparse, haphazard black beard trimmed to a point- There was a knock at the door. Three detectives had come from a pri vate agency. Ned had given them a miniature of June. Meanwhile Mrs. Bl.ve in the presence of the parrot was also giving instruc tions to detectives. She gave them a photograph of Gilbert Blye and warn ed them that there was to be no pub licity. • **•••• June, busy with her own thoughts, presently found the dark eyes of Maria A I 'tAzt WL Tommy Was Not Highly Pleased. fixed steadily on her In the glass. Sha missed Marie's red gums, which were always showing, but there was no .smlio In the French Canadian girl just now. "Why did you leave him?" asked tho maid. "Money. Marie. Ned gave me some monty." •TVe were all so glad that Mr. Ned United States Cavalry, was killed when his horse stumbled and fell on him during drill at Neuvado. Texas. Ha/.leton. Broad daylight on the site of the Stough Tabernacle, where 5,500 were converted last year, was se lected as the time and place by two highwaymen WHO held up Frank Kachiski and robbed him of $49. Beading. The total collections among eleven Reformed congregations of this city towards this city's $15,000 share of the $250,000 Prince of Peace was going to be so good to you," Maris pathetically observed, "and you ran away from him because he was. You should go back. My sister's husband beats her." June shook her head. "Get me a newspaper. Marie," she requested. June bad a new problem to confront now. She must earn a living, and it was a subject which she had never considered except in the vague haze of romance. When Marie returned with the paper she studied the want ads. with curious interest.' Meanwhile Blye and Orln Cunning ham drove to the house where Blye had first directed June. "Send Tommy down," directed Blye, pacing the floor thoughtfully. Scattl. storing many things in his mind, turned his swarthy face toward the window and presently ssw Tommy come into the room, the vivacious bru nette girl whom June had seen. Scattl saw Cunningham rise and the three conversing earnestly. Blye showed Tommy the picture in the lid of the little gold watch. Tommy -was not highly pleased from the very begin ning. The men grow stern, and then Scatti saw them reduce her to submls slveness. She walked away aim pres ently came back wearing an evening wrap of creamy colors. The three hur ried out and got into the car. They drove dow" into the dingy east slda street where June lay in the sleep of blessed rest. Blye had Tommy taka careful note of the house. CHAPTER 111. mUKE bustled quite cheerfully about her toilet the next morn ing and chose a little dark gray suit as being the least conspicuous, for now she was to be a working girl. Suddenly there was a wheezing and a rustling at tile door aud a scraping as if some one were heuding to listen at the keyhole, a silence and then a knock. It was Mrs. Boales. "There's a young lady to see you. Miss—Miss"— "Justin," snapped Marie, who had given that name by a brilliant flash of intellect. "Yes, Mary," wheezed Mrs. Boales. "That wasn't the name the young lady gave. First she said Moore, and then she said Warner, and then sha said that Justin was right she guess ed, but she said every time, and she brought this slipper. Is it yours?" "Who is the young lady?" asked June. "Miss Thomas. Miss—ma'am." Mrs. Boales' constantly roving eye came t<i rest on the solitaire and the plain gold band on June's finger. "She said sha came to see you about a position." June cast down her eyes in troubled thought. Blye—he had said he would send some one for her in the mornlug. Was there no evading the man's kind ness? How had he— Absurd! Of course he had got her address from the driver of the car. She went down the stairs in worried concern, but in the doorway of the parlor she stopped In astonishment as she saw her caller. For a moment the two beautiful young women stood studying each other in admiration; then the brunette swept forward with a gracious smile. Later June called up the stairs, "I'll be back some time this nfternoou, Ma rie." Then June went out with Tom my Thomas! ******* Honoris Blye, sitting at her parlor window and exchanging the thoughts of the morning with her green feath ered familiar spirit, saw loafing across from her house a long, lean, lanky man with a sparse black beard. Pres ently the doorbell rang, and one of the wide, low detectives came iu with an air of great exhaustion. "Nothing doing, ma'am," he reported. "Biinky Peters and 1 watched your husbrnd's club all the time. Sneaky Tavis has shadowed Warner's apart ments.'and I'm to go let him get some sleep." "Are you sure my husband and that girl haven't left the city?" she asked. "They didn't go from any regular railroad station." stated Bill Wolf, with conviction. Ned Warner at about the same time received a report of similar discour agement from the long, lean, lanky de tective. There had been found no trace of June Warner nor of Blye. Without thought of detectives, but keeping a watchful eye lest she should see Ned or her parents, June went boldly forth. She was thoughtful as Tommy Thomas ushered her Into a waiting hansom, for this friend of Gil bert Blye's was expensively gowned and seemed to live in unusual freedom. In one of the big department stores June was taken up to the manageress of the French salon; then Tommy went away, and presently June, whose face and figure, carriage and manner, had beeu grimly inspected and approv ed, was being instructed in the art of parading in a gown and of displaying the proper degree of elegant Insolence to impress customers. A sleepy looking colored maid came in. and some girls brought in gowns shrouded In white bags. "The canary. Maud." ordered the manageress, poking her nead between the curtains, and the sleepy colorel maid slowly took down the bag con taining the canary evening frock. "What is your first name, child?" "June," answered that young lady. "Your name here will be Thercse." added the manageress. "You haven't done this before, have you?" "No." June's voice was faint and weak. She had a queer feeling in her stomach, and her eyes began to widen again as she studied an appalling array of cosmetics. "Verer mind. I'll be in and make you up." A* last June was to know how it felt Fund reached the $5,000 murk with yesterday's returns. Heading. The Board of Managers of the Home for Widows and Single Women here yesterday, lor the first time In years, authorized a loan to aid in the maintenance of the Institu tion, the sum to be borrowed being $3,500. Shenandoah. Burglars early yes terday entered the general store of J. A. Dcpcw, at William Penn, and stole HARRISBURG <££&& TELEGRAPH to earn onus own living. Shu had a mingled exhilaration and depression in the contemplation of that remarkable experience. As J tine peered out of ber dressing alcove a middle aged man and womau paused in a vigorous argument. Tbe woman wanted money, and the man would not give it. Then June .was called and came out and paraded slow ly down between tbe two long rows of chairs. There were a hundred or more women aud some men. Occasionally one of the women beckoned to her and mcde ber turn and walk away and come back. She liad displayed perhaps balf a dozen gowns when the middle aged man utid woman obstructed ber pas sageway as she came out of the al cove. They were still in an energetic dispute about the money. A hundred dollars tbe woman wanted, and she bad to have It! The man finally left her. A lady fro;n a groim where a gray mustached man with » pink face and Jovial eves wts standing came over aud spoke to tbe woman. Tbe woman listened, ber eyes following June as she walked in a beautiful black velvet dinner gown. The woman spoke to « saleslady. "I want tbat gown!'' she snapped. "Certainly, madam," said the sales lady. "Tell ber to take It off now," ordered the customer. "It's a charge account." So June was unceremoniously rusbed into ber alcove and divested of the black velvet gown, while tbe charge account went up. Tbe gown was tak en away. Tbe woman had a girl carry it to the credit department, said she had bought tbe gown, didn't care for it and wanted the money, $135. The manager of the credit depart ment expostulated with the woman as far as diplomacy would permit. It was not unusual to have credit cus tomers bring back goods and demand cash, but it was unusual to have it done so quickly. However, she was a good customer, and her bills were al ways paid. The woman rejoined ber friend in front of June's dressing alcove and tri umphantly displayed tbe money. Tbe husband of tbe customer came up, fu rious. Ho had been to the credit desk and discovered the deception. A little group quickly formed around the mid dle aged husband and wife. It was at this moment that Blye ap peared by the side of the gray mus tached man, and with him was Tom my Thomas! Blye nodded his head to Cunningham and said something to Tommy. She strolled with quite evi dent reluctance across the floor. "Your turn, deaf - ," said tbe manager ess to June and frowned in the direc tion of tbe group. "1 give you everytbiug you want." charged the man. "No woman in this town has njtre. You can go into any shop in New York and order what you like, and 1 pay your bills. Yet you graft on me!" "You give me everything but mon ey!" shrilled the womau. "1 beg for every cent 1 get!" * To give on the one band and to beg on tbe other! It was a striking illus tration of tbe principle which had led June away from Ned. That tbe wo man Is and must remain an object of charity, depend upon the bounty of the man whom she marries! No matter how generous the man might be nor how penurious, the principle was the same. The gray mustached man called the manageress. "I would like to see that little white dress." be said, indicating June, who had on another frock. "Certainly," replied the manageress. She hurried over to June and said, "Come, Therese!" A warm hand caught June's wrist, and a voice said: "You're stunning! What's the fight about?" Tommy Thomas It was. The two girls stood listening. Tbe gray mustached mau rose. "If this is the sort of attention I receive in this shop I will give it no more of patronage." he declared an grily to the manageress. Bl.ve, smiliug. saw tbe superintend ent enter, and called bis attention to tbe gray mustached man, and the su perintendent hurried over and met Orin Cunningham, whose cheeks puffed with unger. "What is the matter?" asked the su perintendent. "Matter!" blazed Cunningham. "I've been asking this saleswoman for half an hour to let me see that little white dress." be pointed to June, "and 1 am Ignored, sir!" The superintendent turned to the manageress. "Madam Effing, what is the trouble?" "It's a new model," explained the manageress. "I can't get her to pay any attention to me." "Then discharge her at once!" order ed the superintendent and turned on bis heel. Madam Effing stalked straight over to June. "You are discharged!" she snapped. "Ob!" June was stunned. "No excuses, please!" grated the man ageress. "Madam!" called the vivacious Tom my Thomas, but madam only glared at her and stalked away, while June walked Into her dressing alcove to know, with sympathy for all the other girls In ber position, just how it feels to lie discharged. Meantime Tummy Thomas, the look of concern fading from ber handsome countenance, hurried over and joined Orin Cunningham and Gilbert Blye. The three left the department. When June emerged from her dress ing alcove Madam Effiug was there and without a word gave her a little yellow envelope. With this in her hand June walked ont Into the street, saddened S6OO worth of meats and groceries. Maiianoy City. James Thompson, of Wllliamsport, aged 29 years and employed as a telephone lineman, died last night Rt the Fountain Springs Hospital from Injuries sustained sev eral days ann when he fell thelrty feet from a pole. AUmtown. Thieves In daylight ransacked the home of Dr. *.». A. Flexer, stealing S4O in cash and jew elry. with the realization that, after all. the way to Independence la full of hard ships and tbat bounty might have its advantages. Gilbert Blye was waiting for her at the corner, suave, pleasaut, She had never met a man who raised his hat with more courtly grace than be. He asked If be might walk with her a little way, and she saw no ren- # sonable excuse to refuse blm after Ills consideration of tbe morning. He sym pathized with her, and he extended bis walk to the door of her lodgings. He held her band a moment overlong In parting, and the wheezing Mrs. Boales. ber cold eye looking from the area win dow. saw him bending over her In smiling persuasion. There were unhappy dinners in New York that night. Ned Warner, afraid to leave the headquarters he had es tablished. had his dinner brought in Gilbert Blye Was Waiting For Her at the Corner. by a thick thumbed waiter, who car ried each course out into the hall and ate it himself, since Ned had scarcely touched it. June, ber thoughts all on Ned and her father and mother, had ber lonely meal in the little back bed room with Marie to serve and to grieve over ench untasted dish. John Moore and his wife, their faces gray, sat on opposite sides of the tnble. which had so suddenly become big. and sent back to round, black old Aunt Debby the delicacies she had prepared with such deep affection. June's collie, Bouncer, out in the shed nibbled perfunctorily at a chicken bone and rose whining at every sound. Bobbie and Iris Bleth ering. tbe latter June's bosomest bosoin friend, disgraced the hollow butler by omitting their salad and dessert and having their coffee right at the table. Honoria Blye sot opposite the parrot and every time it squeaked shrilled at It to shut up. The abnormally ugly maid nearly had her head bumped for offering to remove tbe bird, and when during the offer she laid her hand on the cage the demon bit her finger un til the blood came. • •••••• Bill Wolf, the flattest and widest of Honoria's detectives, later rang the Blye bell and bulked back to the din ing room In excitement. "Got him!" announced Bill. Gilbert Blye's wife was already on her feet. "My hat and coat!" she shrieked to the abnormally ugly maid. "Is she with him?" demanded Hono ria. "I don't know. My partners are watching the front and back doors. Come!" Honoria bundled the flat, wide de tective into her electric and started the machine. "Where?" she majestically demanded. "Riverside drive! I'll show you tbe place!" "is he still in. Blinky?" demanded Bill Wolf, tumbling out of tbe ma chine and landing right end up. Blinky Peters was too good a de tective to answer in words. He gave an upward toss of his round head and a wink of his fisblike eye and walked into tbe building with an air of not having seen Bill Wolf at all. "Fifth!" ordered Blinky, leaning over to whisper that magic word mysteri ously into the ear of the curly haired elevator boy. The boy did not mind. He was used to all sorts. He sent up the elevator with a jerk. Out at the fifth floor. First door to the right. Now! A ring at tbe doorbell. Hush! Tbe door swung open, and immedi ately Bill Wolf pushed in. The oth ers crowded after him. "There he is, ma'am!" shouted Bill, plungiug into tbe next room, and Honoria Blye saw in June Warner's drawing room the tall, lean, lanky de tective with the sparse black beard, who was the caricature of her band some husband! Ned Warner followed in from the reception room. "What am 1 to understand by this, Mrs. Blye?" he inquired. "You ought to know, you!" gruffly charged "Sneaky" Tavis, who had fol lowed the others, and. whirling, he pointed at the caricature. "That's ber husband!" "Shut up!" squawked Mrs. Blye aud went home. Gilbert Blye at that time was quite far from the scene of Honoria's cap ture or even of Ned's wanderings. He was dining with Tommy Thomas, and a rather elderly woman, and a doll like girl with swiftly advancing crow's feet at the cornel's of her eyes, and Orin Cunningham, and a heavy lidded, short haired, big man named Edwards, whom tbey called T. .1. With the ar rival of the coffee Blye told the time from a tiny gold watch, the only one he carried now. "The runaway bride!" laughed Cun ningham. "I'm in a hurry." Blye explained. "I Wedding Ceremonies in Central Pennsylvania Special to The Telegraph l.niK'aster. Miss Grace E. Smith was married yesterday to Howard B. Writing by the Rev. J. H. Jleininger, at the parsonage of the Fifth Reform ed <"hurch here. Marietta. Miss Ellunoru Kupp, FEBRUARY 13, 1915. told you wben we came here that I had to leave at 8." "Of course we know where you are| going," Tommy challenged him. June was sitting in her lonely little! bedroom waiting for Marie, whom she! had sent out to a drug store for toilet 1 articles. Mrs. Boales suddenly knocked. | "A gentleman to see Miss Justin,"! she announced, "a gentleman with a, black beard and a diamond ring and : a gold Ailing In oue tooth. He says it's. Mr. Blye. 1 lit the parlor lamp for him." June wondered what she should do. ! Ned Warner, riding aimlessly and' disconsolately on a street car and look ing out earnestly at. every passerby, suddenly caught sight of one pedes trian who made bis heart jump. Ma rie! Sho was Jogging Industriously along with a bundle under her arm und a very clear idea of direction apparent in her very speed. Ned ran after her. At the Boales door Marie heard the sound of running footsteps, turned with normal curiosity, saw Ned. let herself In at the door and closed it with a slam, snapped on tbe night lock and flew upstairs. "He's coming. Miss June!" she cried. "Mr. Ned!" Ned! June's heart leaped within her, and for a moment she was flooded with a mad impulse to run down and be folded in his arms and forgiven. No! She must be strong for her own sake and for his, for the sake of their ulti mate mutual self respect and the full ness of the love which can be founded on that alone. "Meet me at that little hotel to which we were first going," she directed Ma rie hastily, and, snatching her bat and coat she hurried dowu the stairs and out of the back door. June had forgotten Gilbert Blye ab solutely. but he had not forgotten her. He had been requested to wait, and Mrs. Boales, baving correctly guessed that June wanted the invaluable Ma rie present at the interview, had been kind enough to Inform Blye to that ef fect. Blye saw June in flight and fol lowed her. Mrs. Boales answered a violent knocking* at the door to find herself confronted by the wild eyed Ned War ner. "Where is my wife?" he demanded. "What's her name?" "Warner. Mrs. Ned Warner!" "No. There's a Mrs. Wompel here, but she says her husband's dead, and a Mrs. Smith. Her husband gets home every Saturday night. And—say, what's her first name?" "June. She's here! 1 saw her maid just come in! Marie! Where are they?" "That's her!" Mrs. Boales was pleased. "Some calls her Moore and some Warner and some Justin, but her name's always June. There's a black whiskered man here to see her now. Name's Blye. He's in the parlor." And she craned in at the parlor door with scarcely a shift of her position. I ■ June Hurried Down the Stairs. "No. he ain't! Has he dared to go up to her room in my house?" Ned burst past her and sprang up the stairs. "First door to the right!" yelled Mrs. Bcales. Nothing happened. Ned burst in at the first door to the right. The room was empty! Then up climbed Maytne Bates, the maid. "If it's Miss Justin you're hunting," in id Mayme, "I saw her and a black whiskered gentleman go out of the back door not more than three minutes •go!" Ned Warner plunged down the stairs faster than he had gone up and slam med out of the back door, to find him self confronted by the endless uni verse! To the right or to the left? And when be reached the alley mouth, which way then? Right or left? in the meantime tbe driven June, hurrying aimlessly, looked back at ev ery turning to see if the man she loved were following her. At each turning a dark figure, quick er than she. sprang into hiding behind tree trunk or gatepost or doorway or corner, selecting each hiding place be fore he left the last. And the figure was Gilbert Blye. black Vandyked, swaggering of gait and smiling. was married yesterday to Haydn M. Brubaker of Ephrata. at tha parson age of the Ephrata Lutheran Church, by the pastor, the Rev. J. W. Smith. Mountvllle. Miss Clara Z. Dan/, was married yesterday to William E. Burnlgfht, of at the par sonage of the Grace Lutheran Church by the pastor, the Rev. Dr. flaupt. 1 Try Telegraph Want Ads. NEWVILLE DEFEATS MIR FIRE LOAN Votes Down Proposition to Bor row Money For Apparatus by Majority of 58 Special io The Telegraph Carlisle, Pa., Fob. 13. At a special election yesterday the voters of New ville defeated the SIO,OOO bond issue proposition by a majority of 58 votes. The loan was asked for the purpose of buying ajito lire apparatus for the town and erectiiiK quarters for the lire com panv. The light against the loan was led by a number of prominent people, who circulated the idea that it would result in increased taxes and higher rents. Newville has had three bad tires recently and has been compelled li> call for assistance from Carlisle at times. The result of the vote yester day was as follows: For Against : North Ward "ifi !tr> South Ward 11l 6S I Total 105 16H Home and War Relief Funds Are Running Low Hut $1,200 remains in the general fund of the Home anil War Kelief Committee with which to pay the needy women of the city for sewing work. If more funds are not received the work will end March 1. The committee needs at least $2,000 more to keep the work going until the mid dle of March, when outdoor work for the men will probably be ready. Three hundred and fifteen are now receiving an average of $2 per week eacli. There are 116 women awaiting the opportunity to work. mm JUNE The second episode in motion pictures at the Royal Theater 3rd St. Above Cumberland i Monday Evening' The great serial of Love, Hate, Revenge, Money and Mystery —by— George Randolph Chester FrnlurliiK NORMA PHILIPS Former Mutual Girl. r SEE RUNAWAY JUNE In Motion Pictures at THE VICTORIA : See the pictures and solve | the mystery of the bride's disappearance All Star Cast Every Monday for fifteen weeks—the story by George Randolph Chester j Love, Mystery, Adventure, Dollars I Monday, Feb. 15 EPISODE NO. 3 Norma Phillips Former Mutual Girl in the role of "Runaway June" Admission . . . 10c Children 5c _____________
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