PAG&SIX
THE CITIZEN, FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 14, 1913.
BIS RISE
TO
POWER
By Henry Russell Miller,
Author of
"The Alan Higher Up"
Copyright, 1911, by the Bobbs-Mtrrill
Company
SYNOP5IS
Senator Murchell, leader of the stnte
machine, and Sheehan, local boss of New
Chelsea, offer the nomination for district
attorney to John Dunmcade. Dunmeade
U Independent in his political ideas.
Dunmeade will accept the nomination.
His father, a partisan Judge, congratu
lates him. His Aunt Roberta urges John
to call on Katherine Hampden, daughter
of a capitalist.
Katherine Hampden Is a worshiper of
success. Sho and John are friends. Jere
my Applegate, a political dependent, cam
paferns for John and the state ticket.
In Netf ClTelsea lives Warren Blake, a
model young bank cashier, connected with
Hampden in "high finance." They try
without success for John's aid.
The rottenness of politics in his state
end party as revealed in his campaign dis---
Jcii. nulla upon Katherine.
Katherino's peril in a runaway re
veals to her and John their unspoken
olve. John publicly "turns down"
the machine of his party.
John will not compromise with his
conscience even for the sake of win
ning Katherine, and the two part.
The course of his son is disapproved by
Judge Dunmeade. John is elected and
puts Sheehan on trial for political corrup
tion. Sheehan is convicted and flees. John
meets Halg, a novelist, who is Introduced
to him by Warren Blake.
Halg and John visit the Hampdcns.
Blake proposes to Katherine and is re
jected. He praises John to her. Murchell
has a visitor.
The visitor is Sackett, head of the
Atlantic railroad, trying to keep the
Michigan out of the Steel City. He
wants Murchell to retire. The lat
ter cannot Induce John to stop his
attacks on the machine. John and
Katherine meet.
She still thinks John a follower of Im
possible ideals. Ho loses in his fight for
cleanliness In state politics and falls ill
Murchell offers financial aid to tho Dun
xneades. John recovers and continues his fight,
aided by Halg. In the Steel City he meets
Katherine, who is courted by Gregg, a
financially successful man.
Murchell loses control of tho machine to
Sherrod and retires nominally from poli
tics. Sherrod gets drunk, and a messen
ger Is sent to Murchell for aid.
Sherrod has embezzled $900,000 of state
money. Murchell resumes control after
aiding his foe to conceal tho crime and
make restitution.
John' tflfitiglit rapidly. In the begin
ning of his crusade he would have en
forced the law rigorously and merci
lessly, believing that in punishment
lay healing virtue for tho state. Now
he had learned its futility, and tho
broken man In front of him had al
ready been punished enough. Surely
he could show so much leniency and
harm no one.
"I'll do that much for you gladly,"
he said. "And if you need any legal
help In straightening out your nffairs
I'll bo glad to help you."
Sheehan suddenly sat bolt upright,
the red rushing to his sallow face.
"It's that sanctimonious Blake," ho
said angrily. "lie's gcttln' after mo
because they think I'm afraid to como
back. Dirty crook! Tho bank's tryln
to collect some old notes of mine that
wasn't supposed to bo paid."
"Not to bo paid? Why?"
"Political notes. Look hero!" Shee
han's faco lighted up In a slow, cun
ning smile that boded no good for
Warren Blake. "Do you want to make
a big play?"
John, too, sat up, suddenly alert
"Just what do you mean?"
"Have you been percolatln' around
In politics for sis years an' not known
about the Farmers'? There's always
a few easy banks for tho politicians.
They get state deposits. See? An' then
dish them out to tho politicians on
notes. Sometimes tho notes nro paid,
an' sometimes they're just carried
along. My notes wasn't to bo paid
because I helped get tho Farmers' its
deposits. It used to be one of tho easy
banks. An' 1 guess It is still. Else
why is a bank that's friendly to Mur
chell carry in' deposits under Sherrod?
I guess they must bo gcttin' pretty
shaky, because I uiu't the only one
they're after. I'vo been skirmishln'
around here, seeln' some men I used
to know, an' they tell me Blake's push
in' a good many old notes hard."
"But Hampden nnd Blake, with their
stock, wouldn't let"
"Stock! I bet they haven't ten shares
apiece. If you want to find that stock
you've got to look in tho tin boxes of
tho fanners or in tho estates of tho
widows an' orphans."
"But their last report was fine."
"That's easy. You just carry the
notes as assets. Assets!"
"See here, Sheehan!" John was stern.
"Have you anything but suspicion for
this?"
"Ain't suspicion, tho kind I'vo got,
enough? You go after 'em an' show
'cm up. I bet you'll ilud 'cm rotten.
Those easy banks always do bust up
sooner or later. I s'poso I'vo got to
pay. I'vo got property nn', if they sue,
I can't mako any defense. But," he
concluded vengefully, "somebody else
uus got. to pay too."
"Sheehan," John said coldly, rising,
"you're letting your desire to get even
get away with your common sense. I'll
not destroy confldenco in n bank, rulu
it. by going after It on mcro suspicion.
As for yourself," ho ndded, more kind
ly, "if you report at my offlco next Sat
urday morning with now ball I'll go
before tho court and ask that execution
of your sentence 15 postponed until your
affairs are easier." With that he left.
Only a few days remnluod before tho
primaries. During tho two terms of
offlce John had acquitted himself with
skill and fidelity. Fear of him had
doubtless restrained tho machine from
many characteristic depredations, but
victory was well nigh hopeless. Ho had
become a candidate again only that tho
fight might go on, in the fnlnt hope that
something might occur to turn tho tide
in his favor. In tho absence of the un
foreseen he would carry tho townships
by a slight majority, but Now Chelsea
and Plumvillo would go strongly
against him. Tho little city had grown
remarkably in population nnd impor
tance. John was an old story in which
it had lost interest. It got tho impress
ion that in turning deaf ears to his plea
it was righteously squelching a shal
low, impudent, self seeking upstart.
Even amoug the farmers John met
with the unresponsiveness of discour
agement. They would vote for him,
most of them, but it would be perfunc
torily, hopelessly. They were disap
pointed. The reform that had begun
so auspiciously six years before was
ending In dismal failure, with no other
fruit than to evolve a new and stronger
machine.
Well it was for John's melting trust
in himself and his fellows that he
could meet an occasional Cranshawe
or Sykcs or Criswoll. Their faith sur
vived, ne met tho trio, tho night be
fore tho primaries, at Cranshawe's
home on tho pike. They did not pre
tend a vain optimism; they know that
they faced defeat.
"At any rate," remarked Crlswcll, at
the close of the discussion, "ye've had
.six years of good fightln'."
"I guess," said Cranshawo kindly,
"ye think It hasn't paid. In one way
mebby It hasn't. An' then again in
another It has. It's like what I once
told ye. Ye've showed us the way.
If we hain't follered, It's our own
lookout. Yo've dono your part."
"Yo have," ngreed Sykcs solemnly.
And when ho loft all three made a
point of Blinking hands with him.
CHAPTER XVII.
Shadows.
N the bank, behind closed
blinds, Warren Blake was
working at his desk. Ho had
been seen coming out of the
bank every night for weeks. It did
not cause comment. It was like War
ren Blake, people thought, to bo work
lug early and late. No one who had
not the key would have detected in
tho widened eyes and Imperceptibly
twitching nostrils a hint of tho racking
anxiety within. His pallor would
have been attributed to the garish gas
light overhead. Quito deliberately he
added up the column of figures before
him. They spelled his crime.
Very cleverly, very characteristical
ly, he had gone about It. Hampden,
ho know, caught in the big deal into
which Warren had followed him, had
drifted into it had hardly realized, as
in tho heat of necessity ho asked tho
cashier to certify cheeks for which
there were no funds, that It was a
crime. Not so with Wnrren. In cold
blood, with a nice calculation of the
chances, he had stepped over tho lino
that he had never before crossed.
Once over, ho had gone far. It had
been a gambler's chance, the kind
that many men take safely, nnd, when
taken, had seemed nil In his favor.
But now the luck was running tho
other way. If the market sagged fur
ther, ho would bo dono for.
No one, if told, would have believ
ed why he had dono It because tho
bank was breaking anyhow under tho
load of worthless paper, most of It a
legacy from his predecessor, and only
a great deal of money could save it.
It hart been his pride to carry along
an Institution for tho shaklness of
which ho was not responsible. It had
become his life. Hp had risked all,
even his own little carefully accumu
lated fortune, to save nil, though he
had made it a point of honor not to
risk tho trust properties in his keep
ing ho somehow made a distinction.
If the market should sag, how should
ho pay? Hampden, though bankrupt,
would be nlilo to work out of the nolo,
ne could always get money some
where. But Hampden could not,
hence would not. try to save both,
now then should he. Warren Blake,
nav? With shame, ccrtninly. With
money out of the question.
If tho market should sag! Suddenly
camo to him tho sure foreknowledge
that it would sag. For an Instant
panic filled him. no put tho books
In their places, then began fumbling
around a dusty shelf In a dark corner
of tho vault until his lingers found nnd
drew forth an oblong pasteboard box.
Ho opened It nnd looked at what lay
within. Ho took it out and played
with It. Tho gleaming, blue black
thing seemed to hold n horrible fnscl
nation for him. It cost him nn ef
fort to put it nway. no set the tlmo
lock, closed tho vault nnd left,
John Dunmeade, having reached
homo, put his horse nway In tho stable.
It was past 11 o'clock and he wns
tired. But ho was not sleepy nnd
ho hated to go in out of tho clear,
still night. So ho strolled uptown, in
tending to hnvo a plpo with nalg be
fore going to bed. Ills way took him
past tho bank Just as Wnrren stepped
out. Tho latter stopped
"Working late, aren't you?" said
John.
"I often do."
no besltntqd. "
Aro
you out for n walk?"
"Down to naIgB. Will you
go
along?" John asked politely.
"A part of tho way. If you don't
mind. Sometimes, when I'vo been
working hard, I like to talk to some
one to forget myself, now nro the pri
maries going?"
"Tho primaries? Bad. In fact, they
couldn't bo worse."
"I thought as much. I'm sorry. I'd
like to see you win."
John was thoroughly surprised. "I
supposed you were against me."
"I've always voted for you. You are
fitted for public service. You have
something npart from mere Intellect
and ability, and, far rarer, tho capacity
to feel what wo all accept In theory
but not in fact your relation to other
men. I wish I could feel could have
felt It. Whatever gave you that line
sixth sense won't let you quit. It will
carry you to tho end through weak
ness and strength."
Something in tho man's voice rnther
than in what he said arrested John's in
terest. "Do you really think thnt. War
ren?" "There nre things that one knows."
They halted, having reached tho home
of Slias Hicks, where nalg had his
rooms. The cigar Warren had been
smoking had gone out. no struck a
match to relight it. no hold the flam
ing tnper before him for nn Instant
longer than wns necessary and John
could see his face. It was composed
but pale, the eyes extraordinarily
bright.
Primary day!
From one end of tho state to the oth
er tho battle raged between red rose
and white. When darkness put an end
to tho sanguinary conflict both sides
were claiming and neither side had the
victory. Tho Issue must be removed
for decision to tho convention.
Benton county, a Murchell strong
hold, choso its complement of delegates
Instructed for tho Hon. G. Washington
Jenkins. Also It gave, as it thought,
John Dunmeade his quietus.
Senator Murchell and his guest, Jen-
Kins, received the returns at the for
mer's home. Jeremy Applegate, too,
was there, not overwhelmed as he
should have been by tho honor, to help
tnbulnte reports. Other politicians of
the county dropped In. Once, about
midnight. Jeremy answered a ring of
the desk telephone, listened to the mes
sage and hung up the receiver without
aylng a word.
"What is It?" asked aome ono.
"John Dunmeade's beaten," Jeremy
inswercd shortly.
Murchell looked at the clerk.
"Don't seem overjoyed, Jeremy?"
Jeremy pushed back his chair and
got to his feet. lie faced Murchell.,
'I was thlnkln'," he said quavering-
ly, "I was thlnkln', It's n shame." The
old body and tho cracked, shrill voice
shook with passion. "If you want to
know, I voted fur him. It's the only
man's job I ever done since I come to
bo your heeler. You've beaten an'
broken him, tho best man this county
tver had, an' an' you can have mo
kicked out of my job If you like."
Tho politicians were too amazed at
this unbelievable instance of lose ma
Jcsto even to laugh. Open mouthed
they watched him as, quivering with
defiance and the hate of tho oppressed,
he glared at Murchell much as in a for
mer time ho must have confronted tho
gray charge. They expected nothing
less than that the lightnings would
blast Jeremy where he stood; hence
"If you want to know, I voted fur him.'
intensified stupefaction when Murchell
said gravely; "Jeremy, you'd better go
homo. We'll talk about your job an
other time."
Tho old clerk turned nnd slowly
stumped out of tho room.
"Jeremy," commented tho senator,
"seems to have unearthed nn unsus
pected backbone."
Tho politicians, uncertain whether
this was senatorial humor or not,
choso silence as tho courso of discre
tion. Later still, after tho small fry had
left, came tho news that tho opposition
had freed itself and that Jerry Brent
would control its convention, which
meant that he would be nominated for
governor. And this was matter for
gravo concern. Until nearly morning
tho leaders discussed candidates. Tho
tenor of their conversation seemed to
Indicate that Wnsh Jenkins wns not
assured of tho Murchell Bupport. Nor
did ho seem unduly resentful becnuso
of this fact. Wash was a model re
tainer, humbly willing to tnko what ho
could get.
it was in tho courso of this discus
sion thnt Senator Murchell said, "If
John Dunmeade weren't such a stub
born fool he would be just the man to
meet Brent with." He spoko nngrlly.
The others gave respectful If surprised
assent.
In the flnanclnl district of the Steel
City was no June day relaxation. In
the exchange wns a howljug, freuzled
mob struggling desperately to speed
ndvanclng fortune or to retain that
which was vanishing In the Alabama
Iron and Coal squeeze.
A glutton by methods that would
have dono credit to the robber bnrons
had raped the treasure developed by
weaker brethren. And now greater
barons, more gluttonous, springing upon
him in nn unguarded moment, by like
methods were tearing tho spoils from
his grasp. But no one saw a joke.
Before It could end two great banking
houses would be bankrupt, at least one
daring, arrogant speculator sensation
ally ruined and a thousand little greedy
ones made penniless.
The mad scramble rose to a climax.
In his ollico the man who was tho
storm center stood over tho ticker.
Ho had struggled, with the unthinking
valor born of desperation, against the
unwavering, relentless attacks made
upon him. They had forced him back,
farther and still farther back to his
Inner Hues of defense, Into the last
ditch. Driven out of that he had
made a last vain stand. Now ho
awaited tho slaughter. He glared fix
edly at the tape In his hand.
Suddenly tho fixity broke up In an
Insane helpless rago that demanded
physical expression. From his twist
ed mouth came an innrticulnto, wolfish
cry. With a convulsive jerk ho snap
ped off tho tape kicked the ticker un
til it fell with a crash. A clerk in
tho outer office heard the noise and
rushed In. Immediately, frightened
jy what he saw, he withdrew, closing
the door behind him.
Stephen Hampden wns not good to
look upon as he rushed up and down
the room, striking and kicking at tho
objects In his way. Ills faco was pur
pleconvulsed. Ho poured out unin
telligible imprecation on the "curs,"
the "crooks," the "traitors" who had
broken him. He had no thought for
those upon whom he In his turn had
fallen no was obsessed by the pas
sion of his defeat.
The paroxysm spent itself. He tlunp.
himself, panting and still glaring, Into
ti chair. The telephone rang. lie
paid no attention to it.
The clerk, trembling, opened the
door. "You're wanted on the long dis
tance, Mr. Ilnmpdeu. It's"'
"I won't talk to them!'' Hampden
snarled back.
The clerk withdrew, then reappenr
od. "Beg pardon, Mr. Hampden," he
Insisted timidly, "but It's Mr. Blake
of New Chelsea. Ho says he must
talk to you."
"All right." Hampden caught up
the telephone. He waited until the
click told him that the clerk's receiver
had boon hung up, then snapped: "This
Is Ilampdon. What do you want?"
The precaution was unnecessary.
Tho message was strangely worded.
It would have meant nothing to an
outsider. But Hampden had tho key.
He hung up tho receiver. And for a
moment ho allowed himself to be
beaten down. Fear before a danger In
curred In the heat of battle and now
become Imminent, terrible, through the
folly of another, ousted rago. Mere
defeat, bankruptcy, paled beforo this
now penalty which ho must pay. And
fenr steadied him, cleared his brain,
no wasted no time In futile regrets,
nis mind darted hither and thither,
swift nnd calculating, pondering and
rejecting a hundred avenues of escape
from tho peril which must bo averted
beforo he could set out to recoup his
losses. There was no thought of sav
ing Warren Blake only himself.
Late In tho day he went out to beg
tho mercy he hnd never shown.
Katherine Hampden was alone that
evening, Sho wns often alone nowa
days, but not entirely bocnuse, as she
had told John Dunmeade, she had
been assigned a berth on tho shelf re
served for unmnrrlagcablo females.
There wore ninny men who would have
gladly undertaken to relieve her soli
tude. But these found her extremely
unapproachable. Those whom sho
would hnvo welcomed most gladly had
least tlmo for dalliance In drawing
rooms.
The truth wns, sho was disappointed.
Mature perception, quickened by a
glimpse of n different Idenl of life, had
seen beyond the false setting of ro
mance behind which men seek to hldo
the ugliness of the greedy, unscrupu
lous scramble for gold. Sho would hnvo
married Gregg had It not been for tho
fact thnt tho ncld of his calling wns
etching inoro nnd moro clearly upon
his frank, clean exterior n picture of
what lay within. As It was. she had
sent him nway.
Sho was waiting for her father's
homecoming. While sho waited sho
glanced through the evening paper. In
it tho day's doings on the stock ex
chango wcro featured. Tho account
had It that'nampden had been hard
hit even vaguely hinted that ho might
have to fall. Sho was amazed at tho
lack of emotion with which she read
that their fortune, hitherto so potent
and all sufficing, hnd in a dny been
sadly sunken if nQt totally destroyed.
She tried to picture to herself what it
must mean to them tho economies, tho
privations oven, the loss of casto among
a set that measured worth by stocks
and bonds. Somehow the picture could
not profoundly nlnrm, partly perhaps
becnuso sho know too little of want to
draw convincingly. Sho could not oven
feel deeply for her father, although
sho had for him a genuine daughter's
affection and know what a blow failure
would bo to him.
"Poor fatherl" she smiled hair pity
ingly. "I suppose nothing can persuade
him thnt It Isn't a horrible calamity. I
ought to feel so, too, but Helgho!
Is this Kntherlne Hampden?"
Sho went on turning the pages of the
pnper until her cnstinl glnnce was
caught by a familiar name in u satiri
cal editorial under tho caption "A Fool
Errnnt." Tho fool errant wns John
Diiumeude, recently and happily, in
the editor's opinion disposed of at the
primaries.
Her color deepened suddenly nnd for
another reason. Memory had recalled
to her something sho had once said to
this man. "When you were a broken
down, middle nged failure. I
should be looking up at the men who
were conquering. And I should
regret."
Well, her prophecy had been fulfilled
sooner than sho had expected. He had
been cast aside oven by his own neigh
bors. But there was something large
and fine nbout him which forbade pity
and commanded respect, made even
such men as Gregg, with their vitiated
Ideals, want to do him favors "on gen
eral principles."
"To think that I could have said thnt
to him!" sho cried to herself. "What a
cad I wns! If only I hndn't snid 'Up
nt the men who were conquering!
John Dunmeade, you tower above them
all."
She was still dreaming of John when
her father came in.
His faco was haggard, set in an ugly,
bitter scowl. The sympathy that had
lagged as she read of the wiping out of
a fortune leaped when she snw the
man who had lost It.
"Cleaned out." ho snld curtly.
She wont to him quickly, laying nn
Impulsive hand on his shoulder. "Oh,
well, dear, never mind. It might bo so
much worse. You might have been
taken sick or had an accident, or or
anything. I'vo Just boon thinking how
nice It would be to go back home to
New Chelsea and start nil over ngnlu
in In something that wouldn't take all
your time. I I'd bo so glad to get ac
quainted with you ngnin." Sho gave a
little laugh.
"You talk like a fool!" he replied
roughly. "What could I do In that rube
town run a grocery store? Here's
where I can make money. And I enn
make all we need, once I get things
straightened out. I've been broke bo
fore. The immediate question is to
keep out of jail."
She started back from him with a
gasp. "Out of Jail! Father!"
"Out of Jail, I said. I'm 'into' tho
New Chelsea bank and I'vo nothing left
to pay with."
"Is-is it much?"
"It wasn't, but it is now."
"But we must pay It back. There are
tho bonds you gave me. And the New
i Chelsea houses that mother owns she'll
five those up. And"
"Not a third enough."
I She dropped weakly Into n chair, star
ing at him foolishly. She was very
pale, dazed by the sudden new calara-
! ity that had fallen.
"But surely," sho Insisted anxiously,
i "the bank won't press you. They know
you'll pay it all back when you can."
"What do you know about it? It
Isn't the bank; It's the government that
will make the trouble. That fool Iilnke
Is in worse than I am. The .bank's gut
ted, cleaned out. And tho bank exam
iner Is overdue. If he comes around
now" With n gesture he sketched
the Impending catastrophe.
"Stephen, what is tho matter now?"
camo n languid voice from the door
way. "And please, for my sake, lower
your voice. It's so vulgar to talk loud
ly before, servants." Mrs. Ilnmpden
entered and. with nn nir of utti'r ex
haustion, deposited her substantial
self In nn easy chair.
"Father." Katherine cxplalur-d, with
cruel brevity, "has lost his money."
It wns nn unexpected tonic. Tho In
valid suddenly sat bolt upright nnd al
most shrieked. "Lost our money? Do
you mean to sny, Stephen Hampden,
that you've been selfish enough to gam
ble our money nway after all I'vo suf
fered and denied myself"
Sho threw her hnnds nloft and fell
back moaning. "Oh, In my wak con
dition, when my heart" -
"Maria, you're a fraud, fiven with
your laziness nnd Indulgences you'ro
tho picture of vulgar health."
i Mrs. Hampden rose. She mnnaged
a stagger that would have dontf credit
i to Bernhardt, clutching at tables and
Chairs for tho doubtfully necessary
support out of tho room.
Hampden growled ngalu, unlutel
Uglbly. "Father, isn't there something to bo
dono?"
I "Murchell. I've an appointment with
him In New Chelsea tomorrow. Somo
of his rascally politicians aro in as
deep as Blake and I."
, "Can ho help?"
"He can. And he's got to."
"Do you mind If I go up with you
tomorrow?"
"All right. And I wish," ho exclaim
ed querulously, "you'd go away and
let mo alone."
In her darkened room Katheiino sat
by tho window for a long time, think
ing with a feeling of sickening disgust
on tho sordid scene between her par
ents Just enacted. This was tho other
side, the unlovely other side, of thnt
splendid llfo of conquest for which sho
had put tho best of all aside. Thus it
made victims of its votaries. Sho
thought of John.
(Continued In Next Friday's Issue.)
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ATTORNEYS A COUNSELORS-AT-LAW.
Offices lately occupied by Judge Searle
CHESTER A. GARRATT,
ATTORNEY A COUNSELOR-AT-LAW,
Office adjacent to Post Offlce.'Qonesdale, Pa.
Physicians.
PB. PETERSON, M. D.
. 1126 MAIN STREET, HONESDALE, PA.
Eye and Ear a specialty. The fitting of class
es given careful attention.
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F. G. RICKARD Prop
MRST-CLASS WAGONS, '
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Especial Attention Given to
Transit Business.
HHHBBH STONE EARN CHURCH;STREET.
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Citizen office: Land Contracts,
Leases, Judgment Notes, Warrantee
Deeds, Bonds, Transcripts, Sum
mons, Attachments, Subpoenas, La
bor Claim Deeds, Commitments, Ex
ecutions, Collector's and Constables'
blanks.
W. C. SPRY
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AUCTIONEER S
HOLDS SALES ANYWHERE
rN STATE.
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architect and Dailder
Plans & Estimates
Furnished
Residence, 1302 EastSt.
Tho Citizen wants a good, live
ly correspondent in every village in
Wayno county. Will you he one?
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ctentmc JitisertcatK
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J. E. HALEY
AUCTIONEER5
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attend sales nnywhero in State.
Address WAYMART, PA.(R. D. 3"
JOSEPH ft WELCH
Fire
insurance
The -OLDEST Fire Insurance
Agency in Wayne County.
Offlce: Second floor Masonic Build
ing, over C. C, Jadwln's drug store,
Honesdale.
C We wlsti to secure a good
correspondent in every town
in Wayne county. Don't be
afraid to write this office for
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