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"The Insider" 1
' 1 By Virginia Terhune Van de Water
CHAPTER XXXVI
Grace was not to be put off by
Tom's failure to answer her question.
"Didn't Auntie say that Daddy
had gone to Connecticut?" she re
peated.
"Yes," Tom replied curtly, "sho
did."
"1 had to run up on business," Mr.
Norton said byway of explanation.
"Ton isked, darling, if it was pretty
up there. 1 suppose it was pretty-out
at Hillcrest, but I was not there."
"Where were you?" she queried.
"In a big business building." he
told her. Then, as if to change the
subject, he turned to Tom.
"Well, son, and what have you
been doing?"
"Nothing especial," the boy re
plied.
"You were not out late last even
ing. were you?' his father observed.
"1 saw your hat on the rack when I
came in about 11:30."
"No. sir; I went to bed early," Tom
rejoined.
"Then why are you so pale this
morning?" the parent asked. "Don't
you feci well?"
"Yes, sir. I feel well enough," the
boy answered.
Catching his eye. I raised my blow
significantly. He must make more
e'fort to l>e pleasant to his father.
Torn, seeing my signal, shook him
self out of his self-absorption..
"You know, father." he ventured,
"that I am going back to school to
morrow."
"Yes," Mr. Norton said, "I knew it
—and I want to have a little talk I
with you some time to-day or this
evening."
At this moment Julia brought in
the mail and laid it hy her master's
plate. As he finished his breakfast
he pushed his chair back from the
table and began to open his letters
and glance through them. Suddenly
he looked up at me and started to
speak, then thought better of it.
A Recommendation
But as we left the dining room he
said:
"Miss Dart, 1 would like a moment
with you. Kindly step over into the
library."
He followed me as I did his bid
ding. He held an open letter in his
hand.
"You were kind enough," he be
gan. without further preliminary, "to
be interested in Tom, so I thought
you might like to know that I have
here a letter from the principal of
Tom's school. He has known Hugh
Parker for years and speaks very
highly of him."
"I was sure of that"—l started to
Bay. Then —"I am glad."
"So am I," he went on. I had a
little talk with Parker himself the
®ther night, and am pretty sure you
©*n get him to tutor Tom next sum
mer."
"I am clad." I said again. "Then
the matter is virtually settled?"
"Yes. I may as well tell Tom so,"
replied.
My heart gave a glad throb. Mrs.
Oere had forgotten, in the stress of I
•ther emotions, to complain of Tom. I
Thirty at Birthday Party
For Little Julia Hurst
Mechanicsburg. Pa., April 23. —
Thirty happy children gathered at
the home of Mr. and Mrs. R. Wil
son Hurst. West Main street, on Sat
urday afternoon, to celebrate the
■lxth birthday anniversary of their
daughter. Julia. Games and contests
were part of the entertainment and
pretty favors were given each child.
Luncheon was served, and assisting
Mrs. Hurst were Miss Rebecca Good
year, Miss Lou Stephens, of Carlisle;
Miss Grace Gardner, of York; Mrs.
Julia Hurst, Mrs. N. L. Euwer, Mrs.
MeCallister, Mrs. Bishop, Miss Gsace
Gardner, and Miss Elizabeth Hurst,
of Mechanicsburg. Among the little
merrymakers -were; Isabel Ibach,
John and Charlotte Rakestraw, Paul
Kberly, Margaret and Rachel Mc-
Coy, Sara Anna Ross, Robert Weid
l*r, Winifred Smith, Marian Shelly,
, iff*
CHATTER r^W
Omelets
According to the old saying "an
omelet covers a multitude of sins"
but this does not mean to reflect
at all upon the good standing of
this dish of mystery. Its popu
larity cannot be denied. Did yon
ever have the experience of eating
an omelet in a restaurant? Yon
read over a large and lengthy menn
vainly trying to formulate in your
mind whai will constitute your re
past, when the waiter standing
close by and noting your puzzled
expression hisses in your ear
"omelet." For no other reason
than not to offend the waiter ycm
reply in the affirmative. While
waiting mental pictures surge
through your brain. You endeavor
to forget the omelet but it refuses
to be cast aside In such an un
gentlemanly manner. You pictutfc
the chef with an evil smile spread
o'er his countenance as be hears
the order for an omelet. You see
him take a large can full of oap
iuds, then a little salt and pepper,
a fau- helping of arnica Is then
added. The family cat happens
along and the culinary monarch
with a gleeful chortel snatches the
Innocent feline and thrusts it In the
can with the rest of the tempting
morseL By that time the York
MONDAY EVENING,
j If the arrangements for the summer ;
• could be completed at once, her ob- i
. jections would be useless.
"Tom!" Mr. Norton called, step
• I ping to the door. "Come here,
please!"
s As the lad entered, I slipped out |
of the room and left father and son ;
. \ alone.
But before my employer went!
■ down-town. I heard him call my :
name from the foot of the hall-stairs.,
| I happened to be in Mrs. Gore's 1
room, talking over some new frocks
: she and I were planning for Grace's i
Spring outfit.
I started to the door as I heard i
; the summons. 1 noticed that Mrs. '■
Gore stood still, listening.
Tom Is Delighted
"Miss Dart," Brewster Norton said,
I "remember you are to dine with us I
, at seven-thirty—the usual dinner I
hour to-night. That is to be an es
tablished custom hereafter. Don't
forget it. please."
"If"—I hesitated, "If Grace —"
i But he interrupted me. "There's :
ino 'if' about it! We went over all
i that the other day, you know. Grace |
; | will have her supper at the hour at;
: which she always has it, thus leaving I
' you an abundance of time to get her '
' into bed before our dinner time, j
Good morning!"
He was gone before I could voice
any further protect, even had 1 dared ;
ito do so. Mrs. Gore said nothing and
! I made no comment on the new or-
I der. I could but obey.
Thus it came about that T was |
! present that night when Mr. Norton j
i | gave the results of his investigations
! about and conversations with Hugh '
; Parker.
"Tom." 'he remarked, "I carried I
out to-day the program I told vou 1
of this morping. I sent for Mr. Par
ker and had a long and satisfactory ;
; talk with him at my office."
The boy looked eagerly at his!
father, but did not ask a question.
"We have agreed upon terms," Mr.
Norton continued, " and he is to .
come out to Hillcrest as the close of j
school, 'in June. He will spend the ;
entire summer' with us as your tu
tor. That's oft' my mind —and it's on ;
J yours. I shall expect you to prove to I
me that the arrangement is a good
: one."
Mrs. Gore looked blanklv from i
Brewster Norton to his son. ' "Am 1
to understand." she asked, "that Mr.
Parker is to *pend the whole summer
'at Hillcrest?"
"Yes," her brother-in-law replied,
in a matter-of-fact manner; "he is
to coach Tom during vacation and
prepare him for his fall examina
| tion."
"I thought." she ventured timidly,
and yet with a flash of temper in
her eyes and a quiver in her voice.
; "that Tom was going away to a suni
| mer School."
"You were mistaken," the man In
formed her.
She subsided into silence. I won
dered if she did not feel nowadays
| as if the reins of power were slip
i ping from her nerveless fingers.
(To be continued.)
j Josephine Mumper. Albert Craw
ford. Jr., Catherine Wertz. Olivia
Baum, Martin Sharp. Benjamin
j Hunt, Elizabeth Euwer, James
I Robb. Mary MeCallister, Helen Por
ter. MAdeline and Katharine Krall,
t j Julia and Jean Hailman, George Ful
_ , ton. Julia and Mary Caroline Hurst,
| Eleanor Goodyear, of Carlisle, and
John Musser Goodyear, of Harris
burg.
CARLISLE CHI'HCH DEDICATED
! Carlisle, Pa.. April 23.—Many visl
; | tors were here yesterday for special
- services to celebrate the anniversary
; of the rededication of United Evan
j gelical Church. The Rev. T. J. Petit
of Red Lion, a former pastor, was
I the main speaker of the day, pre
siding at a gathering held in the af
j ternoon, while the Rev. W. P.
j Nicholson, the evangelist, assisted
by J. Raymond Hemminger had
| charge in the evening.
of the "conspirators" dawns upon
ycm and with a stiffled cry you
blindly scramble for your hat. But
too late! The waiter places the
dish before you and you've got to
eat. One taste, and then another
taste. Your face lights up and you
discover that the omelet Is not so
bad. Thus we see that after alt,
the omelet is a very satisfying dish.
For a plain omelet break three
eggs in a bowl, add one teaspoon
ful of cold water and beat with a
fork until well mixed. Add one !
half a teaspoonful'of salt Turn it |
into a very hot buttered pan and
shake and stir until eggs begin to i
* e *- -ket them form, then fold over,
and turn out on a hot platter.
Finely chopped parsley, cooked
meats, vegetables cut very fine and
various other ingredients can, be
added to a plain omelet according
to one's taste.
A very light and fluffy omelet
can be made by adding a little milk
to the omelet while it ia cooking;
Omelets have disguised many a
fault but It really ranks now as ons
of the greatest and most popular
breakfast dishes used bjr the -■
Americas, public
The Scribb Family—They Live Here in Harrisburg—By Sullivan
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Nan
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x FRANK H. SPEARMAN
£ Author of "WHISPERING SMITH ' J
iCuprritit by Chaj'tt Scilbsal'i Sou)
Continued
CHAPTER XIV.
A Vesture in the Dark.
Pushing his way hastily forward
I when lie could make haste; crawling
| slowly on his hands and knees when
held by opposing rock; flattening
j himself like a leech against the faca
, of the precipice when the narrowing
ledpre left him only inches under
I foot; clinging with torn hands to
every favoring crevice, and pausing
I when the peril was extreme for fresh
strength, De Spain dragged his in
jured foot across the sheer face of
El Capitan in the last shadows of
the day's failing light.
Spetat by his effort, De Spain reach
ed the rendezvous Nan had indi
cated, as nearly as the stars would
tell him, by ten o'clock. It was only
after a long and doubtful hour that
he heard the muffled footfalls of a
horse. He stood concealed among
the smaller trees until he could dis
tinguish the outlines of the animal,
and his eye caught the figure of the
rider.
De Spain stepped out of the trees,
and, moving toward Nan. caught her
hand and helped her to the ground.
She enjoined silence, and led the
horse into the little grove. Stopping
well within it, she stooped and be
gan rearranging the mutflers on the
hoofs.
"I'm afraid I'm too late." she said.
"How long have you been here?" She
faced De Spain with one hand on the
pony's shoulder.
"Did you have any falls?"
" You see I'm here. You! How
could you get here at all with a
horse?"
"They are hiding on both trails
outside watching for you—and the
moon will be up— "She seemed very
anxious. De Spain made light of her
fears. "I'll get past them —I've got
to, Nan. Don't give it a thought."
"I don't know wht you'll tlflnk
of nie ; —" He heard the troubled note
in her voice.
"What do you mean?"
She began to unbutton her jacket.
Throwing back the revers, she felt
inside around her waist, unfastened
after a moment and drew forth a
leathern strap. She laid It In De
Spain's hands. "This is yours," she
said in a whisper.
He felt It questioningly, hurriedly,
then with amazement. "Not a car
tridge belt!" he exclaimed.
"It's your own."
"Where —?" She made no answer.
"Where did you get it, Nan?" he
whispered hurriedly.
"Where you left it."
"How?" She was silent. "When?"
"Tonight"
"Have you beew to Calabasas and
back tonight?"
"Everybody but Sassocn is in the
chase," she replied uneasily—as if
not knowing what to say. or how
to say It. "They said you should I
never leave the gap alive—they are i
ready with traps everywhere. I didn't'
know what to do. I couldn't bear- - J
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% •
HARRISBURG SfiSSi TELEGRAPH
[ after what—you did for me tonight
I —to think of your being shot down
' like a dog, when you were only trying
;to get away."
"I wouldn't have had you take
a ride like that for forty belts."
"McAlpin showed It to me the last
j time I was at the stage barn, hanging
where you left it." He strapped the
cartridges around him.
"You should never have taken
that ride for It. But since you
have —" He it*d drawn his revolver
from his waistband. He broke it
I now and held it out. "Load it for
J me, Nan."
"I Hate Him."'
"What do you mean?"
"Put four more cartridges in It
yourself. Except for your cartridge,
j the gun is empty. When you do that
you will know none of them ever
: will be used against your own except
to protect my life. And If you have
t any among them whose life ought to
} come ahead of mine name him, or
i them, now. Do as I tell you—load
! the gun."
j He took hold of Tier hands and,
in spite of her refusal, made her do
1 his will. He guided her hand to draw
the cartridges, one after another,
| from his belt, and waited for her to
| slip them in the darkness into the
j empty cylinder, to close the breech,
|and hand the gun back.
"Now, Nan," he said, "you know
j me. You may have doubts —they will
jail die. You will hear many stories
about me—but you will say: 'I put
the cartridges in his revolver with
; my own hands, and I know he won't
i abuse the means of defense I gave
I him myself.' There can never be any
real doubts or misunderstandings he
! tween us again, Nan." He waited for
| her to speak, but she remained silent.
"You have given me my life, my
defense." he continued, passing from
j a subject that he perceived was
better left untouched. "Who is near
est and dearest to you at home?"
"My Uncle Duke."
"Then I never will raise a hand
; against your Uncle Duke. And this
man. tonight—this cousin Gale? Nan,
i what is that man?"
"I hate him."
"Thank God! So do I!"
"But he is a cousin."
"Then I suppose he must be one of
' mine."
i "Unless he tries to kill you."
"He won't be very long in trying
i that. And now, what about yourself."
! What have you got to defend your
| self against him, and against every
other drunken man?"
She laid her own pistol without a
word in De Spain's hand. He felt it,
opened, closed, and gave it back.
"That's a good defender —when it's
|in reach. When it's at home It's a
' poor one."
"it will never be at home again ex
i cept when I am."
"Shall I tell you a secret?"
"What is it?" asked Nan unsus-
I pectlngly.
"We are engaged to be married."
! She sprang from him like a deer,
j "It's a dead secret," he said gravely:
I "nobody knows it yet—not even
| you."
•' You need never talk again like
that if you want to be friends with
me," she said indignantly. "I hate
it."
"Hate it if .you will; It's so. And
it began when you handed me that
little bit of lead and brass on the
mountain tonight, to defend your life
and mine."
"I'll hate you if you persecute me
the way Gale does. The moon is
almost up. You must go."
"You haven't told me." he persist
ed, "how you got away at all." They
had walked out of the trees. He look
ed reluctantly to the east. "Tell me
and I'll go," he promised.
"After I went up to my room I
waited till the house was all quiet.
Then I started for Calabasas. When
I came back I got up to my room
without being seen, and sat at the
window a long time. I waited till
all the men stopped riding past.
Then I climbed through the window
and down to the ground. Some more
men came past, and I hid on the
porch and slipped over to the horse
barns and found a hackamore, and
went down to the corral and hunt
ed around till I found this little
pinto—she's the best to ride bare
back."
"I could ride a razorback —why
take all that trouble for me?"
"If you don't start while you have
a chance, you undo everything I have
tried to do to avoid a fight."
The wind, stirring softly, set the
aspen leaves quivering. The stars,
chilled in the thin, clear night air,
hung diamondlike in the -heavens
and the eastern sky across the dis
tant desert paled for the rising moon.
The two, standing at the horse's
head, listened a moment together in
the darkness. De Spurn, leaning for
ward, said something in a low, laugh
ing voice. Nan made no answer.
Then bending, he took her hand and,
before she could release it, caught it
up to his lips.
I For a long time after he had gone
she stood, listening for a shot—won
| dering, breathlessly at moments,
whether he could get past the wait
! ing traps. De Spain, true to all she
(had ever heard of his Indianlike
; stealth, had left her side unabashed
I and unafraid—living, laughing, pay
ing bold court to her even when she
\ stubbornly refused to be courted —
| and had made himself in the twink
i ling of an eye a part of the silence
j beyond—the silence of the night, the
; wind, the stars, the waste of sand,
and of all the mystery that brooded
| upon it. She would have welcomed
in her keen suspense, a sound of
! some kind, some reminder that he
yet lived and could yet laugh; none
came.
• • •
1 Day was breaking when the night
| boss, standing in the doorway at
I the Calabasas barns, saw a horseman
! riding at a leisurely pace up the
Thief River road. The barnman
scrutinied the approaching stranger
J closely. There was something strange
and something familiar In the out
lines the figure. But when the
night rider had dismounted in front
! of the barn-door, turned his horse
loose and limping stiffly walked for
j ward on foot, the man rubbed his
' eyes hard before he believe
; them. Then he uttered an incredulous
greeting and led Henry de Spain
into the barn office.
"There's friends of yours In your
room upstairs right now," he de
clared, bulging with shock. De Spain,
sitting down, forbade the barnman to
disturb them, only asking who they
were.
When he had asked half a dozen
more leisurely questions and avoided
answering twice as many, the barn
man at De Spain's request helped
him upstairs. Besides himself with
excitement, the night boss turned,
grinning as he laid one hand on the
doorknob and the other on De
Spain's shoulder.
"You couldn't have come," he
whispered loudly, "at a better time."
The entryway was dai/k, and from
the silencfe within tne /oom one
might have thought its occupants, if
there were such, wrapped In slumber.
But at iniervals a faint clicking
sound could be heard. The night man
threw open the door. By the llgfct
of two stage-lamps, one set on the
dresser and the other on a window
ledge, four men sat about a rickety
iable in a life-and-death struggle at
cards. No voice broke the tense
silence, not even when the door was I
thrown broadly open.
No one—neither Lefever, Scott. |
Frank Elpaso nor McAlpln—loowed !
up when De Spain walked into the
room and. with the night man tip
toeing behind, advanced composedly
toward the group. Bven then his
presence would have passed un
noticed, but that Bob Bcott's ear
mechanically recorded the limping
step and transmitted to his trained
intelligence merely notice of some
thing unusual.
Scott, picking up his cards one at
a time as I-efever dealt, raised hlsj
eyes, startling us thv sight of the|
; man given up for dead must liavel
been, no muscle of Bob Scott's body I
j moved. His expression of surprise!
slowly dissolved into a grin that
j mutely inv'ited the others, as he ha.i j
found out for himself, to find outj
j for themselves.
Lefever finished his deal, threw |
.down the pack, and picked up his j
! hand. His suspicious eyes never rose j
j above the level of the faces at the)
| table; but when he had thumbed his |
j cards and looked frvn one to the I
| other of the remaining players to
, read the weather signals, he per
ceived on Scott's fact! an unwonted
j expression, and looked to where the j
I scout's gaze was turned for an ex- j
j planation of it. Lefever's own eyes,'
I at the sight of the thinned, familiar
I face behind Elpaso's chair, startine;, I
I opened like full moons. The big t'el-1
I low spread one hand out, his cards |
| hidden within it, and with the other j
| hand prudently drew down his pile j
of chips. "Gentlemen," he said light- j
ly, "this game is interned." He rose \
I and put a silent hand across the table
Qver Elpaso's shoulder. "Henry," he
exclaimed impassively, "one ques
tion, if you please-—and only one:
How in thunder did you do it?"
CHAPTER XV.
Strategy.
One week went to repairs. To a [
man of action suqh a week is longer j
than ten years of service. But chained |
to a bed in the Sleepy Cat hospital, :
De Spain had no escape from one, j
week of thinking, and for that week I
he thought about Kan Morgan. And
the impulse that moved htm the first
moment he could get out of bed and
into a saddle was to spur his way
hard and fast to her; to make her,
against a score of burley cousins, his
own; and never to release her from;
his sudden arms agatn.
With De Spain to think was to do;
at least tp do something, but not l
without further careful thinking, and
not without anticipating a chance of
failure. Ahrt his manner was to cast
up all difficulties and obstacles in a
situation, brush them aside, and have
his will if the heavens fell; and he
now set himself, while doing his rou
tine work every day, to do one par
ticular thing—to see, talk .to, plead
with, struggle wiili the woman, or
girl, rather—child, even, to his
thoughts, so fragile she was- — this
girl who had given him back his life
against her o%vn marauding rela
tives.
, His friends saw that something
was' absorbing him In an unusual,
even an extraordinary way, yet none
could arrive at a certain conclusion I
as to what it was. The one man
in the country who could have sur
mised the situation between the two
—the barn boss, McAlpln—if he en
tertained suspicions, was far too
pawky to share thent with anyone.
When two weeks had passed with
out De Spain's having seen Nan or
having heard of her being seen, the
conclusion urged itself on him that
she was either ill or in trouble—
perhaps in trouble for helping him;
a moment later he was laying plans
to get into the gap to find out.
Nothing in the way of a venture
could be more foolhardy—this he
admitted to himself —nothing, he
consoled himself by reflecting, but
something stronger than danger
could justify it. Of all the motley
Morgan following within the moun
tain fastness he could count on but
one man to help him in the slightest
degree—this was the dereliea. Bull
Page. There was no choice but to
use him, and he was easily enlisted,
for the Calabasas affair had made a
heroic figure of De Spain in the bar- I
rooms. De Spain, accordingly, i
lay In wait for the old man and |
intercepted him one day on the road i
to Sleepy Cat, walking the twenty
miles patiently for Ms whisky. I <
"You must be the only man in thi. j
gay, Bull, that can't borrow or steal I
• APRIL 23. 1917.
| a horse to ride," remarked De Spain,
! stopping him near tho river bridge.
Page pushed back tho broken
brim of his hat and looked up. "You
| wouldn't believe it," he said, impart
! ing a cheerful confidence, ."but ten
years ago 1 had horses to lend to
! every man 'tween here and Thief
j river." lie nooded towrd Sleepy Cat
| with a wrecked smile, and by a dra-
I malic chance the broken hat-brim
i fell with the words: "They've got
| 'em all."
"Your fait, Bull."
j "Say!" Up went the brokeii brim,
i and the whiskied face lighted ■with
a shakin smile "you turned some
l trick on that Oalabasas crew—some
fight," Bull chuckled.
"Bull, is old Duke Morgan a Re
• publican ?"
Bull looked surprised at the turn
jof De Spain's question, but answered
jin good faith: "Duke votes' most
any ticket that's again the railroad."
"11 ow about picking a couple of
good barnmen over in the gap.
Bull?"
[ "What kind of a job y' got?'*
"Se McAlpin the next time you're
\ over at Calabasas. How about that
I girl that lives with Duke?"
Bull's face lighted. "Nan! Say!
! she's a little hummer!"
j "1 hear she's gone down to Thief
t river, teaching school."
"Came by Duke's less'n three
; hoursago. Seen her In the kitchen
' makin' bread."
"They're looking for a schoolteach
er down there, anyway. Much sick
ness in the gap lately, Bull?"
"On'v sickness I knowed lately is
what you're responsible for y'self,"
retorted Bull with a grip.. "Pity y'
Ton Years Ago I Had Horses to Lend
Kvcry .Man 'Tu eon Hero and Thief
River.
; left any chips at all from that Cala-
I basas job, et?"
i "Se McAlpin, Bull, next time you're
I over Calabasas way. Here"—De
Spain draw some currency from his
pocket and handed a bill to Page.
"Go get your hair cut. Don't talk
too much —wear your whifkers long
and your tongue short."
"Right-o!"
"You understand."
"Take it from old Bu 11 Page, he's
a world's wonder of a sucker, but
Ihe knows his friends."
"But remember this—you don't
| know me. If anybody knows you for
! a friend of mine, you are no good
jto me. Sec?"
Bull was beyond expressing his
comprehension in words alone. He
winked, nodded, and screwed his
face into a thousand wrinkles. De
Spain, wheeling, rode away, tho old
man blinking first after him, and
then at the money In hia hand. He
didn't profess to understand every
thing in the high country, but he
could still distinguish the principal
figures at the end of a banknote.
When ho tramped to Calabasas
the next day to intedvlew "McAlpin
he received more advice, with a
strong burr, about keeping his own
counsel, and a little expense money
to run him until an opening present
ed itself on the pay roll.
Hut long before Bull Page reached
I Calabasas that day De Spain had act
! ed. When he left Bull at the bridge
he started for Calabasas, took supper
there, ordered a saddle horse for one
o'clock in the morning, went to his
room, slept' soundly, and, shortly
after he was called, started for Music
mountain. He walked his horse into
the gap and rode straight for Duke
Morgan's fortress. Leaving the horse
under a heavy mountain pine close
to the road De Spain walked care
fully but directly around the house
to the east side. The sky was clotldy
and the darkness almost complete.
He made his w ay as close as he
could to Nan's window, and raised
the soft, crooning not of the desert
owl.
To Be Continued —i-:.
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Flagraising Ceremony }
at Duncannon Iron Work#
Duncannon, Pa., April 23. Em
ployes of tho Duncannon Iron Worka
raised a 20x35 ling with appropriate
exercises on Saturday afternoon.
Preceding tho ilagralslng, the town
had Its own patriotic parade that
ended at tho foot of the pole where
tho tlas was to be raised. School
children sang several patriotic selec
tions. Tho Rev. George H. Johnston
and tho Rev. W. W. Sholl made ad
dresses llttlng to the occasion.
Tho llag was bought by a speclat
committee of the employes of the
Iron Company, after the money hacl
been raised by popular subscript
tion.
EDWIN BAUM DIES
Mechanlcsburg. Pa., April 23.—
The death of Edwin Baum, a Civil
war veteran, occurred on Saturday
at tho home of Mrs. Susan
South Washington street. He was
89 years old and had been In 11)
1 health for inoro than a year. Ha
was a member of tho First United
i Brethren Church. The following
1 children survive: Mrs. William Guy
er. Harry Baum, Mrs. Anna Yost and
Mrs. Mary Fishel, all of
burg; John Baum, of Illinois; Mrs.
Miohael Hctghes and Mrs. Monda
Long, of Harrisburg. The funeral
service will be held to-morrow morn
ign at 10.30 o'clock, conducted by
the Rev. E. C. B. Castle. Burial -will
be made in Mechanlcsburg Ceme
tery.
WOMAN'S CLUB OFFICERS
Mechanlcsburg, Pa., April 23.—A{
a. meeting of the Woman's Club on
Friday evening, the following offi
cers were elected for the ensuing
year: President, Miss Caroline S.
Saxton: first vice-president, Mrs.
Sara Flrestine; second vice-presi
dent, Miss Grace E. Witmer; cor
responding: secretary, Mrs. W*. F,
Fisliburn; recording secretary, Mrs.
Murray L. Dick; treasurer, Mrs. Eu
gene A. Burtnett; directors, Mrs. R,
A. DeFrehn, Miss Cara G. Titzel,
Mrs. Robert H. Thomas, Jr., and
Miss Liio George. Delegates to the
Central district meeting at Milton,
on May 16, Mrs. Sarji Firestlne, and
alternate, Mrs. N. L. Euwer. It was
arranged to hold the annual club
luncheon at the home of Mrs., James
Li. Young on Friday, May 25,
DISTRICT CONVENTION IN MAY
Carlisle, Pa„ April 23.— Preparaw
ions are being made for the eigh
tieth semiannual convention of the
Newville district Sunday school
workers to be held at the Church of
God in North Middleton township
on May 24 and 25. Dr. W. A. Hut
chison, of Conway* Hall, head of tha
prohibition movement In this county,
will conduct a temperance service,
COLORED MEN TO ENLIST
Carlisle, Pa., April 23.—Stimulat
ing patriotic Interest among tha
members of that race, a patrlotia
service was held here yesterday af
ternoon in the. West Street African
Methodist Episcopal Zion Church,
under the auspices of all of the col
ored churches of the Many
men pledged themselves to enlist, •
find a committee -was appointed ta
co-operate in defense movement,
whilo colored boys will form a-Bo?-*
Scout troop and aid in various iways,
FLAG RAISIN cf AT FACTORY 1
Mechanlcsburg, Pft., April 23. —i
Flag raising ceremonies took plac<
on Saturday morning, when a large
American Hag was run up on th
Snelbaker Shirt Factory, in Easi
Simpson street. The employes con.
gregated outside and sang patriotic
airs and a stirring address was given
by the proprietor.
FREE POLAND CERTAIN '
Philadelphia, April 23. The eri<
trance of the United States Into th<
war will assure the freedom of Pq<
land declared Justice Von Mosch<
zicker, of the State Supreme
who addressed the delegates of th
Polish American Citizens' League oi
Pennsylvania which opened a con.
vention hero yesterday. He • advo.
cated selective conscription and urg.
Ed his hearers to enlist as
and not as Poles.
GRVYBILL-HOLLMAN WEDDING
Marietta, Pa., April 23. Miss
Myrtle Mae Hollman, of Manheim,
was. married yesterday to Lloyd B.
Graybill, of East Petersburg, by tha
Rev. M. L. Landis, of Neffsvllie,
They left on a tour to Harrisburg
and other places. They -will live at
East Petersburg.
DIES FROM TYPHOID FEVDR
Marietta, Pa., April 23.—Samuel
Minnlch, of Washtngtonboro, died
Saturday night from typhoid fever,
aged 34. His aged mother, his wifei
four children and.f out brothers sui>
vivo.
' WILL BUILD CHAPEL !
Duncannon, Pa., April 2 3.—OfH<
clals of the Union Sunday school ar
making preparations to build q
chapel in the east side of North
High street and the Pennsylvania
Railroad Company.
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