FIFTH EPISODE A Woman la Trouble. E CHAPTER I. AT old black Aunt Debby Was tl rested in lie! 1 beet marketing eiotheS, tiie green percale with the btg yellow fiowfrs, and the Uttle biue bat With the noddihg Ifeii Iwppies W-«« oet far- forward on he* 1 Kiaklefl« \vig. Tile luarketing trip to Ihe city bed been «Uti w? Aunt t>ebby'a Joys v but today the buoynney and hlfih pitched laugh of excitement Were abeeuti "'YeuMl stop at Ned'H fotf Mr. Moore, l>efe'h.y, M tea id Mm, Moore, u YasßUin* Aunt Debby stole a glance Hit June's Jwrlralt on the well, "You-- y»u ain't beard netbln* yet of Miss JUnie?'* i At Bound of that name Bouncer Vvwe instantly* head up, ears perked* biil wanting, eyes eager, mouth open H« 'was at the windotf with his paws the will and ready t» bark, He whined Instead and dropped hts paws t» the v |£T yt.'W *>t. .' * Today the Buoyancy and High Pitahed Laugh War* Absent. Ispna Into tbe city In the Moor® limon- Kin<\ And that puzzling problem filled '>)*» en tine mind of John Mourn as he •tut in his office. Where -was June? A doxen private detectives •were scouring the city of New York for her, and they reported to a stem faced young man -who Bnt in the lonely apartments which June and lie had fitted up to be their nest, his only companion a miniature of his lovely bride. Where was Jnne? Who was this anystprions Gilbert Blye? What waa his power over Ned Warner's bride? Ned seized his hat and strode forth Into the streets In his never ending search for June. At that moment tie door of a strange house had slammed abruptly behind beautiful Juue Warner. And Gilbert Blye had furnished this address to Juno's employment agency. A blase looking page girl inspected June Impudently In the dim light of the hall, then with a significant grin left June standing there and swagger ed through a door at the end of the hall. June was startled a*, that door opened and a blaze of light came out with the chatter of many shrill voices. In there, amid wreaths of curling blue ■moke, moved handsomely gowned wo men, and many of them nonchalantly puffed at cigarettes. At that Instant the smiling Gilbert Blye'a key grated in the lock. A largo yellow haired woman came hurrying from the salon with June's employment agency card in her hand. "Right this way, honey," she rasped in a voice to which the honey was for eign. and she led the way to a small Bide room at the left of the salon. As J tine reluctantly entered the strangely furnished little room at the left Gilbert Blye came in at the front door. With a smile upon his lips and glint ing In his dark eyes he hurried straight back toward the little room in which stood June, now aloue and frightened. At that instant a huge, clumsy maid came tumbling up from the basement, followed by a puff of yellow smoke. With her eyes distended and her mouth open, ready for the yell of "Fire!" she rushed to the door of the salon, but before she could reach it Gilbert Blye had her roughly by the arm mid push ed her through the door which led to the basemo'it. He stood staring at the smoke which came curling ominously through that opening, glanced again toward June's room and dashed down the stain*. That was a strangely furnished little room in which June found herself. There wefe two desks and a filing cabinet aad some office chairs, but there were a luxurious couch and dainty hangings, a soft rug and pink paneled walls and ceiling. It was all BO incongruous. And the work—lt was queer too. The yellow haired woman came in from the parlor presently ana FIGHTING AGAINST MCKNSK Special tu The Telegraph Columbia, Pa., Kel>. 27. The No- Ucenae I>eague, of Columbia, has waged « vigorous light against the granting; r>f some of tlio hotel licenses and for the past few ilavs remonstrants have "übmitted depositions before some of the justices of the peace and notaries, which will be submitted to the license . SATURDAY EVBNING, feqflmned the posting into small blank books of* many memorandum slips, IJoqli slip contained the name of s wo fcr&n and a sum of money, There were bo slips for mem but there Were index fnrds about meil, Jhne puseied as to What sort of business this might be> The page Rlrl swished in with one of the memorandum slips, The yellow head, whose faee was puffy and more highly polored than was wholesome, took tbe slipt looked nt the itame on it, frowned, shook he? betid and went out •with the girl, Che entered the salon hnrl stood surveying the scene with eold abstraction, Around n long table hat the women whom June had seen. They all had cards in front, of them mid stacks of playing chips, and a raw, boned woman sitting on a higher chair than the rest was dealing, The yellow haired woman fixed hot' attention on the gambler next to tbe dealer, Bho was n fluffy blend with a feverish glit» ter in her eyes, aud she was bent BO In. tently upon the fall of the cards that ■he did not notice the door open and close, Poor June! She glanced about her with growing repugnance, She was abjectly miserable, and auddunly she was sobbing, Ned! Why had she run away from him? • In the gambling room the fluffy blond who had played so feverishly Btaked and lost the last chip in front of her. She turned impatiently to look for the page girl. She met instead the cold, hard eye of the yellow haired woman, who quietly motioned her. The player rose reluctantly, and fright came into her face as sho followed into the hall and to the little office where June had been installed, "You've reached the limit, Mrs. Per ry," announced tbe yellow haired wo man, turning on tbe unlucky one sharp ly as she closed the door. Here is the I. O. U. Belle brought to me. I have not O. K»'d it." "It's only for $60," faltered Mrs. Perry, "I wouldn't O. K. it for 60 cents," Slapped the other. "Now, I want ac tion. You'll telephone your husband from this room." "No, no!" The woman wrung her hands. "I'll talk to him tonight!" "I know that game," she scorned, and from June's desk she took an In dex card. "Eight-o-elght-o Garden," she told the new secretary. "Ask for Mr. Per ry, and say that his wife wishes to speak with him." "No!" cried Mrs. Perry hysterically, ■nd reached over June's shoulder to take the phone. The new secretary had made no move toward the phone. She was staring at the yellow haired woman in astonishment. That deter mined person was not one to wrangle In emergencies. She snatched up the p?ionc herself and called the number. "Yon women think I'm a mark," she scornfully stated to Mrs. Perry while she waited. "You'd sting me for a thousand dollars rather than sting your husband for it. See this card?" She held It out. It contained the name of Jackson W. Perry,his business address, his home address, his financial rating, probable income, clubs and telephone numbers. And the unfortunate Mrs. Perry seem ed to shrink into hopeless despair as she realized the Implacable organiza tion against which she had pitted her self. "Mr. Perry, please." The yellow haired woman's voice had undergone a complete change. It was very pleas ant of Inflection, though it rasped. "His wife wishes to speak with him." She handed over the telephone, and June, seeing Mrs. Perry's unsteadiness, rose and compassionately gave the wo man her chair. The yellow haired one walked calmly over to her own desk and took up the extension phone. June looked at her hat and coat. She seemed quite bewildered. She could not quite understand what this was all about, but she did know that It was all unpleasant aud heartless and de grading. She was starting to go when something on Mrs. Perry's face touch ed her sympathies and held her. "Yes, it's Gwen," trembled Mrs. Per ry, her nervous fingers clutching des perately to keep the quaver from her voice. "I—l hope I haven't interrupt ed anything important." "Not very." The man's voice could be heard distinctly outside the phone. ".Tack"—-the voice was full of plead ing—"l—l have to have some money." The frown of the yellow hnlred wo man deepened as she listened to the man's reply. "I know it's a week before my allow ance is due," urged Mrs. Perry, and now she turned her eyes imploringly toward tbe stony, yellow haired one. "But I just must have it! Eight hun dred dollars!" The man's voice boomed an incredu lous exclamation over the wire; then a sharp question. "Why—why, it's to pay bills! Yes, yes, Jack, I know I was supposed to keep them paid out of my allowance! I didn't want to tell you this until we could sit down quietly together, only they're pressing me for payment! And the allowance isn't enough, Jackson! Yes, I know you've raised it—oh!'* The man's heavy voice had Interrupt ed her calmly, coldly. She sank back limply in the chair. June hung up tbe receiver. She was suiprised to see tbe yellow haired wo man put up her own phone and come across the room with a benign expres sion. "Cheer up," she advised. "Hubby's all right." Mrs. Perry straightened up. "Yes," she said and moistened her I Ins. "he said that he'd go over those bills with me tonighl." "I heard him myself." Aud the yel low haired woman grinned across at June. "Here's your I. O. U., dearie. I've O. K.'d it. You better go in and play awhile for your nerves." "RUNAWAY JUNE" WILL HEREAITER APPEAR AH A SERIAL, MONDAY, WEDNESDAY AND FRIDAY IN THIS PAPER court. One of the principal objections interposed against the stands com plained of is that they are not neces sary for the accommodation of the pub lic. Violations are alleged in some casts, and it is declared that liquor was furnished to minors and persons of known intemperate habits. The move ment has caused considerable discus sion. and called forth denials of the charge* on the part of the owners. W • tIARRISBURG TELEGRAPII The terrified little blond looked up incredulously. It WAS as if sbe bad been given A drink of some Strong stimulant, and she clutched eagerly st ♦he memorandum slip, Perhaps With that she could win bach all that she had lost! '"Thank youi"' sbe gasped and hur* tied from tbe room, Tbe other woman grabbed her phone, ''ffilght-o-eight-o Gardens'* sbe called, ''Hello! Mf. Perry, please, This it his Irife'B friend," iJhne hioved for her hat and coat, "Hello, Mr, Perry! Say, your wife is at 48 Klngsley court gnmbllng, and she's going to be exposed in half an hour if you aren't here tq, pay her debts," The man at the other end of the wire apparently took a moment to gasp for breath) then the wire bootned, "All right, bring the police If yon want," snapped the yellow haired wom an. "t guess I can stand the notoriety if yon and your wife can. And, say, checks don't go. Bring cash. It's eight* fifty now," June stood aghast. A gambling house! "*» CHAPTER 11. the corner near Mrs. O'Keefe'i || || home Officer Grady walked I 111 over to lift his cap politely and * *to help Marie across the street With her empty market basket Two blocks up Officer Dowd carried her basket two blocks off his beat to where Officer Keman held up the traf fic both ways while she described the chicken potpie she intended to make for dlnuer, All this was, first, because the Widow O'lCeefe's husband had been the most popular man on the force and, second, because Marie, plain of feature though sho wns, had found in herself an unexpected knack for pleasing policemen. In the market June's maid, compan ion and protector wandered from stall to stall, selecting her tiny purchases of fruit and vegetables. She was just deciding on the tremendously Impor tant selection of the chicken itself when suddenly an avalanche of flam ing color fell upon her and a voice cried: "You, Marie? Wha's Miss Junle? I say, wba'a Miss Junie?" Aunt Debby! Her two fat black hands were gripped on Marie's arm. A crowd began to gather immediately. Marie straightened herself stiffly. "I do not know you!" sho declared. "You don't know me!" Aunt Debby wheezed, her broad bosom jumping up and down. "You say you don't know me! Ain't I Debby? Ain't you Ma rie?" Marie with a sudden jerk freed her self from that earnest gra.sp and would have been far down the street had it not been for the thickening crowd. Aunt Debby, plunging forward with unbelievable agility, threw both arms around ber. "What's the matter here?" The gruff voice of a big policeman. "I want that woman took in charge!" panted Aunt Debby, and she rolled her eyes. "Oh, you do!" And the officer of the law turned on Marie an eye which was perfectly ready to be suspicious In spite of ttu disinclination. "What's the charge?" The voice of Aunt Debby rose shrilly triumphant: "She done stole my pocketbook!" It was Marie's turn to look astounded. "Oh, she did! When? Here in the market?" "Yas, sir, she did. Right ui hyah at the chicken stand!" "Well, what's that on your arm?" And Aunt Debby's eyes dropped as she saw the stern gaze of the policeman fixed on the rusty old hand bag which !' ... j/ While She Described the Chicken Pot pie. gripped her thick forearm. She had forgotten that detail in her planning. "Open it up," ordered the officer, who opened it himself. It had bills and silver in it. Aunt Debby's reading spec tacles aud her farsighted ones, *some peppermint lozenges, brunette face powder and a tea biscuit. "Well—well—well!" gulped Aunt Deb by. her eyes batting. "Sbe done stole my other pocketbook!" "That's enough!" growled the officer. 'No negro ever bad two pocketbooks. What have you got to say, miss?" And lie was quite respectful to Marie. "I don't know hor, Mr. Officer," ■miled Marie. H:\TEIITAI\EU FOR CHARITY Wrightsvllle, J'n.. Feb. 27. An en tertainment was held in the Odd Fel lows' lin 11. in this place, by local talent for the purpose of raisins funds for the Benevolent Association, which con tributes toward the support of the res titute who may be found in the neigh borhood. The sum realized will enable th" organization to dispense charity where needed. "TOM, Marie," streamed Aunt Deb fay, "fen say you don't know toe?" "G»> on about you? business" or tiered the big policeman. "I don't leave this spot without that girl!" declared Aunt Debby, planting her fists on her hips and spreading her feet apart> Then the outraged binjesty of the law asserted itself. ''Hey* Billy! Call the wagon!" H jrelled: "Please don't arrest lierl" begged Marie- She was too lat«; tho wagon had been called, "Sorry,' miss," said the officer who had first Interfered, "but this party Went too far." And he turned to help loss the culprit In. "Oh, Mr. Dowd!" The voice of Ma- He was suddenly bright and care free. The three policemen who had been assisting Aunt Debby turned quickly as Officer Dowd pushed smilingly through the crowd to the side of Ma rie. "What's the trouble?" he inquired. Marie whispered her explanation. "Let tho smoke go, boys," requested Officer Dowd carelessly. "It's all a mistake." "Now you hike!" ordered the police man and gave Aunt Debby a poke in the ribs. Blowly she waddled to the chicken market, where she found her basket Intact in the stall of tho poultryman, and slowly she walked up a block to the adjacent avdnue, wher« stood the Mooro limousine. "Jerry," she called as she climbed breathlessly to her seat by the driver, "I done seed Marie! And whah she goes Miss Junie Is!" The car was already started. "Where?" asked Jerry, all quivering eagerness. Aunt Debby's eyes rolled. She could talk no more, but she made a circular motion with her hand, and Jerry un derstood. There seemed to be small profit In cir culating, and after a few minutes of this tedious process Aunt Debby. who seemed to be tremendously prolific of Ideas today, said: "Mistah Nodi" To Ned's they drove, and within five minutes after Aunt Debby's excited re port Ned Warner and John Moore and three long and lanky detectives were headed for the market, with Jerry and Aunt Debby up In front. At that point they scattered, and it was Ned whose inquiries after Marie led all the way to Officer Dowd. CHAPTER 111. S HEAVY Jawed, firm mouthed, square headed and level eyed man stopped at the door of 48 ICingsley court and rang the bell with a vigorous jerk. "Mr. Perry," he announced bluntly. "Yes, sir," replied the impudent page girl, by no means abashed, and she threw open the parlor door. "Right in here." She grinned as she switched on the lights for him and saw that be was oppressed by the fact of the drawn curtains. VThe yellow haired woman found him standing solidly in the center of the room, facing the door. "Where Is my wife?" he loudly de manded. "Don't bark at me!" snapped the yel low haired woman. The man abated none of its intensity as he repeated his demand. "In a minute." The yellow haired woman was quite calm and collected. "I don't mind turning over a parlor to settle a domestic scrap, but I want my bill settled first. Eight-fifty." "Flow do I know thut she is guilty of gambling? How do I know that she is here?" The woman's lip curled. "Want to see her with the goods? Well, Jackßon. If you'll promise to be have I'll show her to you through a peephole." The man's fists clinched convulsively. "You'd better pass over my eight-fif ty first," said the yellow haired wo man. "Just a minute, please." A sweet voice, low, gentle, cultured—no such voice as the man had expected to hoar In this place. He was equally impress ed when he turned and saw the beau tiful young girl who had glided through the rear door, her face full of serious purpose. "Who rang for you?" snapped the yellow haired woman, her eyes flam ing with instant resentment. "I stayed in this house for no other reason than to see Mr. Perry," an nounced June, with no trace of timidi ty about her. "What do you know about this?" "Mrs. Perry Is in deep trouble and needs your help." "She had no reason to be in trouble. I give my wife an ample allowance." The man turned from June. "Yon give It." Across June's mind there flashed again the whole of her own vital problem—that whatever the wife has must come from the husband in the nature of charity. She saw her self again as the piteous little beggar before Ned, whom she loved, and she saw Mrs. I'erry in that same attitude before this stern husband. "What right have you to call It a gift?" The man stopped nnd turned to June with a puzzled brow. She had set astir in lilm a new thought. "Thl§ angel of mercy stuff is bad for profits." rasped the voice of the yellow head. "But I can't overlook a chance like this. I know your kind, Jackson Perry. You give your wife an allow ance that covers everything but emer gencies. You figure the plumber to come in three times a year, and if he comes In four she loses. If she has a mad passion to treat a few of her friends to Ice cream sodas she has to wait, till next month's allowance day. If she ever saved $25 you'd reduce her f»ay. I'll bet this poor little wife of yours Irst got into trouble through SENIORS BANQUET JUNIORS Enjoyable Affair «r Meclianlcsbiirg High School Classes Special lo The Telegraph Mechanlcsburg-, J*a., Feb. 2 7.—T>ast evening the senior class of the high class Rave the annual banquet to the juniors, hljrh school faculty and guests at Bobb's Cafe. Decorations of the losing 93 in a friendly penny auction game, and she's been trying to over take it ever since," A gentle band was laid on the man's arm, "You Will help her?" The low, sweet Voice was full of more than appeal; it wits full of trust and confidence. There was a slight convulsive heav ing of Perry's shoulders, but that was all, He drew out a pocketbook and counted some money into the yellow haired woman's hand. "Now, bring Owen to me," he said, and his voice lmd no harshness, his eyes no sternness, his smile no bitter ness. With moist eyes June hurried from tho room. She was glud that she had stayed here, glad that she had come, very glad indeed, but now she wsg in . i 8h» Saw the Dark, Black Vandyked Fsos of Gilbert Blye. a hurry to go! The yellow haired wo man overtook her In the hall, and she patted June on the shoulder. "You're all right, Peaehle," she ap proved, "but remember this, the fixer gets the blisters." June was putting on her hat and coat when Mrs. Perry wouderingly fol lowed tho yellow haired woman through the hall. It was yellow head's regular plan of campaign to confront people without previous explanation. It saved wear and tear on the nerves. A moment later there was a shriek, and as June came to tho door Mrs. Perry, her eyes wild and her hair fly ing, came rushing back through the hall. She had gone only as far as the parlor door and at the first sight of her husband had run. overwhelmed with unreasoning terror. Back into the sa lon Mrs. Perry fled and to her place next the dealer. With snakelike swift ness she Jerked open the money draw er beneath the dealer's card box and snatched from it the shining revolver which she had so often seen there. There was an instant's commotion, shrieks of fright, an overturning of chairs, as with a wild cry the woman swiftiy raised the revolver to her tem ple. Tiefore she could press the trig ger, however, June's strong young arm had thrown up the woman's wrist, and the bullet which would have ended Mrs. Perry's life went into the ceiling. Jackson Perry came bursting through the door and found June in the midst of the pandemonium, with the limp Mrs. Perry in her arms. "Gwen!" cried the man, and the call came from his heart. Ho had feared that she was dead, but she opened her eyes as he took her in his arms, and there In the midst of that frantic com motion (heir lips met in the kiss of a new betrothal. The yellow haired woman had wait ed only to see Perry clasp his wife in his arms; then, leaving wide the salon door, she rushed toward the basement door. "Ready with that fire?" she yelled. "It's ready, all right," replied the page girl, bursting out of the base ment door, and with her came a tre mendous cloud of smoke. It poured into the hall and into the salon. The page girl was choking with it. "They foozled the first one, and the boss has been fighting ever since, trying to keep the shack from burning down." June rushed out through the hall. "Not that way!" called the page girl. "The cops are at the door! Wait for the firemen!" The explanation of that was slow in coming to June. When the yellow hair ed woman sent for a husband she had always to fear the police, and the only way to foil a raid was to confuse it with a fire. Thoroughly frightened, June turned back toward the salon, and as she pass ed the basement door she saw coming up through the rolling yellow smoke the dark, black vandyked face of Gil bert Blye! "This way!" called the yellow haired woman and with a jerk of a tasseled curtain cord drew aside the great yel low hangings of the salon windows, which ran to the floor. The terrified women threw open the windows in an instant and were out on the latticed balcony, down the steps and through the yard to the walled park fronting on the other side. As June sped away she heard the tlang of the fire engines and the hoarse shouts of the gathering crowd in front of 48 Kingslpy court. Blye had dashed after her, but he reached the street only in time to see her boarding a downtown car. He caught the next one. All uncousclous that she was pur sued and grown careless by her three days of safety in the Widow O'Keefe's thoroughly protected house. June alighted at her usual corner and *iur- senior colors, orange and black, inter mingled with the Juniors' colors, blue and white, brightened the rooms. Fol lowing the banquet an interesting pro gram -vas given which included a piano duet by Miss Z-iuth Adams and Miss Ethel Wlster: violin solo by Ix*e Strock, Accompanied 011 the piano by Miss Until Adams: reading. Miss Mar garet Stover; vocal double quartet. , FEBRUARY 27, 1915. ftod down the cross street At an lr regular corner, where half a doseo dingy streets and alleys plunged to gether and, apparently dizzied by thi impact, wandered angularly and aim lessly off, June met on a narrow cross ing a being fairly JlsgHog with alco hoi. Her heart popped Into her throat, and she was abont to turn back, for she would have died rather than to hare brushed clothes with the object when the creature, catching sight oi her, immediately stopped far oyer into the mud, jerked off his battered can and with it made a courtesy so sweep ing that he was unable to rise up fot Ave minutes afterward. That was enough for one day, and June ran down the street, past the lit tle fountain, Into the sanctuary of th« Widow O'Keefe's house, up the two flights of stairs and dropped into th< wicker chair. "Slippers," was all she said. Marie was on her knees in an in stant, showing every gum. "Aunt Debby!" she cried, and from then on uptll long after the wonder ful chicken potple had been consumed the conversation flowed with never an ebb. It was good to have found a refuge like this. It seemed far, far away from the New York which these two knew, and It was as If no one could ever find them here. They were safe. Safe! Is one ever safe? As Ned Warner stood trying vainly to extract informa tion from Officer Dowd June's car flashed by him and he caught a glimpse of her. Officer Dowd was astonished to have his particularly Insistent questioner stop abruptly in the middle of a sen tence and go dashing madly after a street car. In half a block the young man gave up that absurd chase. The traffic thickened Just beyond, so that for three or four blocks Ned was able to keep sight of the car as It stopped and started. Finally It was blocked, and Ned was able to catch up with It. June was no longer among the passengers! "There w as a girl on your car wear ing a fur cap with a green tassel!" breathlessly said Ned to the conductor. "Bet your life." "Where did she leave your car?" "On the track." Ned dropped off the car, left, to his own logic. June had alighted some where within these last two blocks. One goiug farther west would in all probability have taken a more conven ient car line. To the east lay a tene ment district of old, small houses. On the chance Ned struck east. "Have you seen a girl wearing a fur cap with ii green tassel?" The young man with the yellow der by over one ear shifted his cigarette. "I'll be the Tatsy. What's the an swer?" He asked that question of countless people. On a corner where half a doz en streets and alleys had staggered themselves by running into each other Ned found a human being swaying gently in the breeze. "Have you seen"— Ned stopped after one glance into that vacuous face and one whiff from that, far from vacuous breath. "Pipe up, pal." husked the jiggled one. Ned went over his formula. "Have you seen a girl wearing a fur cap with a green tassel?" "Well, what do you think of that?" And It stopped swayiog for a moment. HhaJl Bly# Had Da«h««l Aft«r H«r. "A guy with black whiskers," and the human being illustrated the Vandyke by a motion of his hand, "asked me the same thing!" Blye again! Ned clinched his fist. /"Did you see the girl?" The object winked. " 'S none of your business!" he an swered with great dignity and reeled away. Ned gazed after him in perplexity. There was no use to question that fel low any further, but it was certain that the man had seen June. She had passed this way then. She was some where near. And Blye! Blye, too, had passed this way! Ned chose the most direct street, the one which led to a Ut ile fountain, where another street an gled sharply into it. And this foun tain was visible from the third floor windows of the Widow O'Keefe's house. Ned Warner's heart was full ®f murder. Blye had passed that way, but he had gone up another street. Now he, too, In his wandering search for the runaway bride came down toward the little fountain from the other angle. June looked out of the window. In the gathering dusk she saw without recognizing them the two men ap proaching each other, with the sharp cornered building between. At the point and under the light thoy would meet. Gilbert Blye and Ned Warner. And the husband of -Tone fcatl murder in his heart' Games, music and a dime contest were features of entertainment. The fol lowing members of the faculty, with the school board, were present. Ralph Jacoby, supervisory principal. Miss Clara Kasi, Miss Mary Bush, Miss Bdith -"egley, George Messinger and A. A. Arnold. Wilbur Wertz, presi dent of the senoir class, was toast master. SCMIU wm HOLD MEETING HERE Ninth Session of Central Penna. Body Will Be Addressed by Prominent Educators The ninth annual session of the Schoolmasters' Association of Central Pennsylvania, will be held in tho li brary of Technical high school, Satur day, March 0. The morning session will begin at 9.30, while the afternoon meeting will begin at 2 o'clock. The session will be opened with de votional services by the Rev. H. .\". Bassler. pastor of the Seconil Reform ed Church. "English in the Jligh School" will be the subject discussed by Ober Morning, of Lancaster, follow ed by a general discussion on the sub ject of English. Principal H. E. Sla gen, Lancaster, will speak on "Voca tional Education," which will be fol lowed by general remarks. Professor C. D. Koch, State inspector or high schools, will give a report on "Results of the Special Tests in Arithmetic in the State" as the concluding number |of the morning. Superintendent 11. B. Work, Lan caster. will open the afternoon ses sion with an address on "What Con stitutes Effective Supervision." A pen