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A Prisoner on the Yacht. CHAPTER I. ■m y ED WARNER, in front of the \ I blazing windows of the New 1 York cafe, stood ns one in a - daze, deaf to all the words of Bobbie and Iris Blethering, who fear ed, from the ashen pallor of his face, that his murderous frenzy might react upon himself. He saw again his love ly runaway bride being forced out of the cafe against her will by the man with the white mustache and that in fernal scoundrel with the black Van dyke, Gilbert Blye! He saw himself prevented by the frightened Bobbie and Iris and the solicitous waiters from dashing among the glittering ta bles and grappling Blye by the throat and strangling him to death. He saw himself rushing to the ornate entrance tnrough which they had taken - his beautiful June and arriving in time only to see her whirl away into the night in Blye’s luxurious limousine, the heavy man with the thick eyelids up in front with the driver, the mid dle aged woman and the vivacious bru nette with concern and fright on their pale faces as the dome light of the car shone down upon them, and on the rear seat with June the two men who had carried her away by violence, the white mustached man laughing, and the dark, handsome face of Gil bert Blye bending over June wilffl that suave smile on his lips. Too late! Too late for anything but his stupor. The limousine had turned the corner. On that side of the cafe there was not a taxi to be seen. Bob bie’s car stood in front, on the other street While Ills endeavored to arouse the stupefied Ned, Bobbie ran around and brought his roadster. They drove up to the comer and turned down the street through Which the limousine had disappeared, but where in all that wilderness of moving ve hicles could the track of Jane be found? Nowhere! It was as if the earth had opened and swallowed her up. It might as well, for June, in a swift motorboat with the gay party which had kidnaped her from the cafe, was then swiftly approaching a long, low yacht which loomed gracefully above them in the misty river. June's struggles were useless in that heaving water, and her cries of pro test were unheard in that lonely waste. Strong arms lifted her to her feet. A strong hand from above grasp- That Infernal Scoundrel With the Black Vandyke, Gilbert Blye! ed hers, and she was pulled up to the deck. Below her she heard the laugh ter of the three men who had abduct ed her, and with their laughter blend ed the shrill, high voire of that viva cious brunette, Tommy Thomas. .1 one's heart sent out a wild call to Ned. This had been the first time she had seen his face since the day of their wed ding. At the door of the sumptuously fit ted crimson and gold salon on the yacht the tottering June was confront ed by a stolid steward, with gray mut ton chop whiskers, and a puckered looking stewardess, who wore, as if habitually, a half whimper. “The dearie looks faint/' said the stewardess. “Well, bring the young lady a glass of wine, you,” gruffly ordered the steward. Mrs. Villard came in and dropped in a chair, while the vivacious Tommy danced over to the gold lacquered piano. Its beautiful marine view paint ed by the famous Velaz. Blye and the white mustached Cunningham and the heavy Edwards followed, laughing, as Wilkins wheeled In from the pantry a portable buffet its frosty topped bottles packed in glistening ice. “Have a taste of this, dearie. It will soothe your nerves.’’ The whin ing stewardess held to June’s lips a glass of sherry, but June drew away from it with repugnance and. rising, hurried away from the sumptuously fitted salon. She did nat know where that passageway led ex "ept that it led away from that hateful company. The stewardess followed her. the of sherry still in her hand. “Right In here, dearie.” and she opened the d*'r of a magnificent stateroom, its ma hogany walls paneled with ivory tint ed tapestry. Its brass bed hung with rich lace. June hesitated, hut down the pas sageway came Orin Cunningham, his eyes twinkling and the laughter of win© upon his lips. June darted into the magnificent stateroom, hastily shut the door and locked it In the crimson and gold salon were the popping of corks, gay laughter, in which even Mrs. Villard joined, and then the loed strains of swift dance Pleases Every Taste uror CHOCOLATES <4* \ ‘ 1 Which are made in our shop, of purest materials and are most appreciable. IF !CE mmn mm SHERBET V/ / " 'V- I We Huke vp in any quantity desired ff fit \| aud the proof of its purity will be in * /AS '' the eating. THE PRj'NCESS, 518 Third Street 3£}r. S. ®M Office ( 411 Sturgeon Eddg Hoad Residence i Wausau, Wis. Telephone No. 3397 music, pounded out by the nimble fingers of Tommy Thomas. Blye sat quietly, with that suave smile upon his lips and stroking his black Vandyke with his long, loan, white fingers, upon one of which spar klcd a diamond. lie rose presently and. tiptoeing down the gangway, stopped at June's door and listened lie could hear an occasional stifled son as June sat amid the soft cushions of the couch. Before her. through a half open door, could be seen a glimpse of a snowy white bathroom, and in the adjoining little pale blue boudoir stood June's own luggage! Ned! That brief sight of him liad filled June's whole soul with longing. Boor little runaway bride! There were the rattle of a donkey engine and the scraping of chains on the yacht Hilarity. The anchor was coming up, and there was an instant change in the easy rocking of the craft. She shuddered, and then there was the sound of seething water ar •* '' 1 -^ June Drew Away From It With Re pugnance. the Hilarity gathered headway. June was on her feet in an instant. She ran to the porthole and gazed out at the barely moving lights along shore. The portholes wei.i too small to let her shoulders through. She ran to the door and opened it stealthily, then closed it and held the knob as Tommy Thomas and Orin Cunningham danced past in the salon. The alert ear of Gilbert Blye caught the click of that latch, slight as it was, and his eyes glowed; he motioned sig nificantly toward the corridor, and Ed wards, reaching up, said something in the ear of Mrs. Villard. A slight frown crossed her brow, but she rose instantly and went down the gangway to the door of Junes stateroom. She knocked, but there was no answer. “June!” she called. “June, dear!” No answer. Airs. Villard listened. So sound. She went back slowly to the salon. “You'll never make that child one of 11s,” and she shook her head. June sat on the couch in her state room with, her hands locked upon her knees, staring into the white slice of brightness formed by the tiling of the bathroom, and while she pondered on what she should do Marie and Henri reached the city and stopped at a tele graph office. When they came out of place a short, wide, thick man who had been waddling down the street, with a blunt stub of a cigar in one corner of his mouth and a look of habitual furtiveness in his little eyes, started abruptly at sight of Marie, and when tlie touring car started the short, wide man hung on behind, his cigar stuli firmly damped between his teeth. The doorbell rang at the Moore home in Brynport. Stern John Moore, read ing his paper beneath the portrait of June, looked up quickly, and there was a slight tremor at the corner of bis paper. Aunt Debby’s voice was heard: “Why, it's Mr. Ned and Miss Iris. Why, good evenin’. The folks is to home.” Stern John Moore listened with si lent attention while Mrs. Moore, her hand upon her breast, stifled the emo tions to which Iris Blethering gave full play as the “kidnaping” was de scribed. There was but one conclusion among the men, and Ned. composing his voice r - "It is a matter far the police,” he de clared. as he passed from the mention of Blye. stated that conclusion. “It is a matter for the police.” h# declared and picked up the telephone. “Gbr daughter is in danger,” said the grave voice of John Moore. OFFICIAL DENIAL, The report that a war tax is to be placed on Homesc.-ad land- ;u Western Canada having been given considerable circulation in the states, this is to adv->e all enquirers that no such tax has been pi aoed. and there Is no in i tention to place a war tax of any nature on such lands tSlned W. O. SCOTT, Sapt. of Immigration I Ottawa, Can., Mar. 11,1916 Snrtu CHAPTER 11. mN the dock adjacent to the on# from which the Hilarity’s mo tor tender had departed ther# paced, almost perceptibly, a night watchman, who consisted of an overcoat, a cap and two giints of eye. To him there came, as the docks inten sified their loneliness, a brisk little chauffeur with a thlrt mustache and a woman with high cheek bones. “The Hilarity!” stated the little chauffeur, with an accusing tone, and with a sweeping gesture he pointed tc that adjacent dock where stood a big hamper with the word “Hilarity” glar ing white on its side. "She is gone!” Then Henri stepped back. "Yep,” rumbled a frosty voice. “But her tender,” objected Henri, “also is gone. Listen, my friend.” in sisted Henri, stopping in front of the overcoat and cap, but moving aside as it came irresistibly on. “The facts are like these: Mademoiselle has gone on board the Hilarity. Behold, here is the maid of the charming mademoi selle. She was also to have gone on board the Hilarity. How, then, shall she go?” “Dunno.” The maid of the charming mademoi selle now stepped forward. "fan you drive a motorboat?” she asked. “Voila!” And Henrijuapped the fin gers of both hands, snapped them three times. “Voila. mademoiselle, Marie! if it goes I can drive it.” “fan’t we hire this boat?" and the resourceful Marie pointed to a trim little craft. “Nope.” “But, comrade.” And Henri jerked his cap on the back of his head as lie wheeled at right angles. “It is important. Ixiok. Here is money. I take the swift little boat. I swish out of the slip. I swish down the river. I swish across the bay. Like lightning I swish, and I overtake the yacht Hilarity. 1 deliver the charming maid"—a little bow here— “and a kiss from the finger tips to the charming mademoiselle, and immedi ately I swish back. Nothing is lost! All is safe!” “Get off the dock,” came the answer. “But, monsieur.” “Hike.” “I, Henri, detest you,” was the angry response. Anil he followed Marie off the dock. Henri liad another idea. He drove to a nearby saloon and procured a —--iibmmIIMMIMMUMMIIIIIIIIIIIM* #* T ’ j £$ Mrs. Moore Stifled the Emotions to Which Iris Blether ng Gave Full Play. bottle of whisky, which lie offered to the man ou the dock. “Thanks.” The voice was one degree less frosty. The neck of the bottle disappeared into the slit of the over coat collar, and the gleaming bottle turned heavenward. "Voila.” Henri himself took a sip and stuffed the bottle in bis pocket. "I shall go away, my friend, but 1 shall return." He hurried back to the tour ing ear up on the street and droxe away, and the thick figure slinking out of the shadows hopped on behind. In the ivory tapestried stateroom, as the Hilarity steamed slowly across the bay. June Warner suddenly rose and rang for the stewardess. That puck ered person came with alacrity, but be fore she went to June she stopped in the door of the crimson and gold salon and. catching the eye of Orin Cunning ham. bobbed her head and smiled her ingratiating smile and jerked her thumb over her shoulder toward June's room: then she turned her pallid eyes toward Gilliert Blye for a fleeting mo ment and hurried away. “Did you ring, dearie?" she xvhined as June opened the dcor. “Yes." June studied the woman a moment speculatively. She could not confide in this creature. “You may bring me some water, please." “Y*es. dearie.” The stewardess whirl ed mi l hurried to the door of the erinv sou and gold salon, where Tommy Thomas sat between Cunningham and Edwards, with a hand <>n a shoulder of each. The stewardess, with a side long glance at the quiet Blye in the corner, hurried over to the group on the liench. “She wants some water.” she whis ;ered. bending over and grinning hei ngly grin. “Oh, yes." Again the grin, “Young ladies always trust me. Say, I think she wants to escape.” Blye, with a frown on his dark, handsome face, walked across and spoke to Cunningham. Orin nodded and, his eyes twinkling, went to the portable buffet, where he selected a long stemmed, gracefully shaped, gold incrusted goblet of Venetian glass. He filled it w ith ice and set it to one side. Then, while the others watched him. Tommy Thomas, with a half sueer. and Mrs. Villard, with shocked concern, he took from a locked case a tiny stone bottle. Now he emptied the ice from the beautiful goblet and poured into It a few blood red drops. Mrs. Villard half rose and looked toward Gilbert Blye; then, with a catch In her breath, she sat down and was silent Blye went to Lie door as the stew ardess came up the gangway and call ed her In with a Jerk of his head. On the lips of Edwards there had come firm set. and his heavy lidded eyes had narrowed. ’iVithout a word Cunning ham handed the glass to the steward < -.it lieiv.-een the two there passed .i look whii-i? was full of meaning. Pi. e, v — hia jiowlag eye* oa~th# WAUSAU PILOT. ! gir..'.*, sinneu auarcij. j “I brought you the water, dearie.'' : said the stewardess, entering June's I stateroom. "Oh!” Au exclamation of delight from June as her eyes widened, with the beauty of the delicate Venetian goblet. “That's something else I mf.de for you in the pantry, dearie,” explained the stewardess, in her coaxing whine, and bobbed her neck. “It’s a tine stim ulant and soothing to the nerves.” June took the fragile glass in her hand. Its sheer beauty had won her. She inhaled daintily. The fragrance was most appealing. She looked at it again and smiled. She did feel faint and weak. She lifted the glass to her lips, and the tip of her tongue caught the delicious flavor. Suddenly, as she tilted the glass to drink, she caught the pallid eyes of the stewardess fixed eagerly upon her. The woman's mouth was half open, and she was breathing hard. With a flash of intuition June jerked her lips from the glass and threw it, crashing and splintering, into the fire place. “Why, dearie!” exclaimed the stew ardess, and in great agitation she pushed a button at the side of the mantel. June's eyelashes lowered for an in stant. and her lips set; then quietly she went into the little blue boudoir and sat thoughtfully upon the daintily upholstered settee. The steward came pompously in. “Well, you've done it again, you!” he growled as he surveyed the splintered fragments of the delicate Venetian glass. “No, Percy,” whined the woman and glared toward the boudoir door with her pallid eyes. She jerked her thumb in that direction, and then she winked. “That's you,” snarled Wilkins. “You always say it's a guest." “How much?” whispered the woman in a sibilant hiss, which carried as it was intended to do. “Them glasses is sl2 apiece, and it'll be taken from your wages. That comes out of my pocket!” June bit. her lips. Twelve dollars! It was a lot of money to a girl who had found dollars coming slowly and independence hard to win, but she picked up her purse. After all. she had no proof that the woman meant any thing but kindliness. “Is this breakage charged against you?” asked June. “Why, yes, dearie.” A sniffle went with the whine. “How much will it cost you?” “Twelve dollars!” Sniffle. "Rut it's all a part of our job. so never mind, dearie.” “I do not wish you to lose the money.” anil quite thoughtfully June counted sl2 from her slender store. She added another for die customary tin and gave one to the man. and they thanked her most obsequiously. As June returned to the boudoir their sup pressed voices broke out again. “No.” protested the woman in that whining hiss; "that's my money—the dollar’s mine, anyhow.” "Nothing yours except what I give you,” stated Percy Wilkins gruffly. “That's the law, and you know it. Clean up that mess, you,” and he left the room. The woman's whining mumble could be heard all the while she was cleaning up the fireplace. She was going when June returned to the stateroom, but ou the floor uear the door was a yellow leather bound blank book, its side worn like glass from the constant fric tion of a iHicket. June picked it up and opened it with idle curiosity. On the first inside page, at the top. was the big scrawled word “From.” At the top of the opposite page was the word "To.” first item on the “From" page was dated four years back. "From Sallie Fish, wedding portion— -2,000 pounds.” Beneath this was the item— " Savings, Percy Wilkins—l 62 pounds.” On the opiiosite page the first entry was: “Booking to the States, “Percy and Sally Wilkins. 22 pounds.” After that the entries were all in dol lars. On the “From" side they were chiefly the wages of Percy Wilkins and Sally Fish Wilkins, for they had ap parently gone into private service im mediately. * On the “To" side, which represented the expenditures, there were very few entries, but they were interesting. In the four years the wo man had had four cheap dresses be sides her uniforms and very scant ac cessories. The last entry among the receipts was June’s sl4 under the head of “Tips." On that page the book showed an item, “Banked to the credit of T. Wilkins, $12,000.” And it all belonged to the man, ev ery penny. If the woman had any thing It was a gift, no matter what she brought to the man an her marriage nor what she had earned since! It seemed universal, this condition. A startling thought came to June Suppose she achieved her Independ ence, suppose she earned her own mon ey, so that she could go to Neel, asking from him nothing but love In return for her love, would he own what she had earned? If so, what would be come of the principle for which she had run away? She paled at that thought, and then she laughed. Sue did not know the law in this matter, i but she knew Ned. Dear Ned! She hunted her handkerchief in a hurry. CHAPTER 111. mil K arrival of an envelope bt messenger rendered unneces sary the Immediate need of po lice aid for the Moore family. With fingers which trembled in spite of tis habitual control, the father of June opened the telegram and read this •crange message: I am sorrv I had a certain party tied and lost in Hunter's woods. Please find him ana tell him I am sorry. I am going to Join our darling f will protect her un til we meet , ga i n. w hen all will be happy. Your faithiul MARIE. New plans were made accordingly. On the dock against which rocked and crated the swift little motorboat tm-*io;7vty overcoat ana cap pur sued their almost imperceptible way I A touring < ar stopped on the street up the hilL “It is cold, my friend, is it not?" call ed Henri as he rushed forward, bottle in hand. "Shall we warm ourselves— yes?” “Yep," rolled up the somber voi<-e, with frosty cordiality, and the neck of the bottle disappeared la the siit of the overcoat collar. "The motor tender from the Hilarity —it; is not yet returned, eh?" “Nope." “VoilaT’ Henri is even cheerful as be races back up the dock. “I shall return, my friend Monsieur Frappe.” As Henri jumps Into his car a dim. fat figure slinks out of the nbadows and hops on behind. • •••••• Left alone momentarily, June threw open the door which the had )n#t lock 1 and daShedTjack Sl6ffgT&'e*tPtngwaY toward the pantry. At the end of the passage she fonr.d a eompanionway whioh led her up to the deck. She rushed forward to the prow, taking in at a glance that they were far from shore and in the open water. The dis tant lights glowed dully through the mist, but just ahead of her, on the port side, bore down the red and green lights of a tug. “Ahoy!” she cried, lifting her hands to her mouth like a megaphone. “Ahoy!” she screamed. Strong arms seized her—the heavy jawed officer she had seen as she had coiao on board. Two others came run ning up. Edwards and Cunningham. Close behind were Tommy Thomas and •frst. Villard, the former laughing, the latter panic stricken. A handker chief was pressed against her mouth, and the tug flashed by. It was Edwards and Cunningham who draggl'd June down into the crim son and gold salon, and as June was jostled In the first thing she saw was the dark, handsome face of Gilbert Itlye! He was standing at the porta ble buffet, quietly drinking a glass of wine! P. Wilk ns and wife came running in, and Edwards, panting, his heavy lips parted in a half snarl and half grin, released tis hold on June. “Lock her up.” he ordered and joined Blye at the buffet. Blye lifted liis glass, suavely smiling, as June, now unresisting, was i“d away. Inside her stateroom June locked her door and at the same time heard It bolted from the outride. *•.*** On the dock the overcoat and cap watched the figure of Henri with drowsy interest; also a short, thick figure. “Say, what do they want?” the short thick figure asked, with stiff lips. it S x S' m j i "'/fa Swiftly, Silently, June Gained the Deck. "Didn’t I tell you before to hike?” husked the warm steam of breath. “Get ofT the dock.” “The beautiful little motorboat!” in terrupted Henri, with ingratiating en thusiasm. “My friend M. Flambeau, would it not be possible”— “Nope.” “Voia!” Henri was quite cheerful. “I shell return again, my friend Frappe.” Henri was just starting his car and the short, thick figure had just smnk out of the shadows to hop on behind when the overcoat and cap sat on the edge of the dock, with their feet dan gling toward the water. “Ah!” breathed Henri to the stiff fig ure beside him. “At last it arrives! We shall wait!” “Is there any left?” husked a voice. "Pardon,” abjectly apologized Henri, “a thousand pardons. Mile. Marie!” And he produced a fresh bottle. The thick, short figure slinking back into the shadows wiped its lips with its tongue and shivered. Dawn—siowly the. chill, gray mist whioh lay upon the river began to clear. “Voila,” cracked the voice of Henri, but the tone was cheerful still. “He sleeps!” It was true. The overcoat and cap, after bobbing and swaying dangerous ly over the water’s edge for hour after hour, had at last stretched out on the dock for the slumber due to a night watchman who was thoroughly at ease and thoroughly warm. Henri and Marie, with all the mental effect of stealthiness, sprang into the swift looking little motorboat. A short, thick figure came painfully waddling out on the dock and shook the overcoat. The cap w-abbled. “Hey!” This was from the short, thick figure, but the aperture through which the sound came was so stiff that the result was only a wheeze. A snore came from the overcoat. “Hey!” A punch, a kick, but a stiff kick which had no force. “Ugh!” The grunt was from the night watchman. “Well, you with the distillery breath. I tried to tell you all n'.ght, didn't I? Oh. get alive! This is Bill Wolf, the private detective, talking to you.” “Ugh!” The cap moved, but the overcoat was still asleep. “They stole the Flash. I say, they”— "The Flash!" The overcoat straight ened. It rose. The cap stiffened its angle. The combination scrambled to its feet. “They stole the Flash!” “Stole it! Who?” “Oh, who?” The tone was one of infinite contempt. “Why. the little pink whiskered guy and the bony dame! Stole it! And now where did they go?” “The yacht—what's her name?” The overcort and cap were still hazy. The cap turned gropingly toward the hamper, on the adjoining dock, where the name stood out in blunt white let ters. “Hilarity; • “The"— ‘The Hilarity!” Bill Wolf stooped with his hands on his knees to stare at that Information which had been Id plain sight all night- "Me for a tele phone. Gee. look at that boat go!” Upon the swelling wares rode the Hilarity, -nd ail on board of her, save the officers of the night and one other were sound asleep. That one was June Warner. She had noiselessly dressed heiself in a yacht ing costume, and now she slowly re moved a bar which held the sliding of a secret panel she had discovered in the wail of her cabin. Then she shov ed it to one side until the opening was large enough to admit her lithe, slen daf figum jiba bAiMit DEATH? As the result of a *tr\>Ke of paralysis, the sequence of sixteen days’ illness. Henry Mehl, a well known resident of Wausau, passed away at 5:30 o’clock last Wednesday evening at the home of his daughter. Mrs George Kuhl mann, (538 South Third avenue. Henry Mehl was born in Germany, August 23, 183t5, being seventy-eight years, seven months and one day old. In 18*50, Mr. Mehl was united in mar riage to Maria Schuetz, and in the year 1867 they came to America and direct ly to Wausau. Mrs. Mehl passed away twenty-three years ago. Mr. Meld was a retired carpenter. The funeral took place Saturday after noon at two o’clock from the Kuhl mann home, Rev. E. C. Grauer. pastor of St. Paul’s Evangelical Lutheran church, having charge of the services. Burial was made in Pine Grove ceme tery. Mr. and Mrs Mehl were the parents of nine children, two of whom survive, Mrs. George Kuhl mann and Miss Louise Melil of this city. * * * Mrs. Heinrich Wilde living at'3ll North Fourth avenue, passed away at the General hospital Wednesday morning follow ing an illness of a long duration. Deceased was born in this state May 10, 1877, and was thirty seven years, ten months and fourteen days of age. Her funeral was held Friday afternoon at one-thirty o’clock from the family home and at two o’clock from Trinity Evangelical Lutheran church of which she was a member and also a member of the Frauen verein of that church. Inter ment was made in Pine Grove ceme tery. Surviving are her husband, one son, Hugo Wilde, her parents. Mr. and Mrs. Herman Beilke of the town of Maine, one brother, Albert Beilke of the town of Maine, and three sis ters, Mrs. William Proclinow of the town of Maine, Mrs. Albert Fechtner of Merrill ond Mrs. Henry Lodholz of Wausau. *■ * * Mrs. Harry Klos, 320 Town Line Road, succumbed at St. Mary’s hos pital last Tuesday evening following the birtli of a child. The child fol lowed his mother in death Wednesday evening. Mrs. Klos was born in Wau sau, November 10, 1893. The mother and ch’id is mourned by tlie husband and father, her parents, Mr. and Mrs. James Burger, four sisters and one brother. The funeral was held Satur day morning at nine o’clock from St. Mary’s Catholic church by Rev. Fr. Hauck. The mother and child were interred in a single grave in St. Joseph’s cemetery. * * Raymond Singkofer, son of Mr. and Mrs. Edward Singkofer, 318 North First avenue, died Thursday. The cause of death was given as pneu monia. Raymond was born in Knowl ton and was one year, ten months and eighteen days old. The funeral was held yesterday afternoon at two o’clock from the home, Rev. Richard Evans officiating. Burial was made in Pine Grove cemetery. * * * James Thresher, the two year old son of Sir. and Mrs. Henry Thresher of Scholtield passed away Saturday afternoon at 2:30 o’clock, after an illness of two vveekk The child was born in Arbor Vitae. Jlis funeral was held this morning at St. Mary’s church, the Rev. Fr. Hauck conduct ing the services. Interment was in St. Joseph’s cemetery. * * * Melvin, son of Mr. and Mrs. Albert Kamke, of Schofield, died last Tues day. The little boy was born at Schofield, December 12, 1913 Funer al services were held on Thursday afternoon from the home by Rev. E. Boerger and burial followed in Pine Grove cemetery. * * * Hilberd Schultz, the four months and twenty-six days old son of Mr. and Mrs. Henry Schultz. 817 Park avenue, died Saturday. The funeral was held this afternoon from the family home by Rev. E. C. Grauer. Burial was made in Pine Grove ceme tery. * * * Frieda, infant daughter of Mr. and Mrs. William Krenz of the town of Berlin, died Friday morning. The child was one month and twenty-nine days old. The funeral was held Sun day by Rev. Geiger, interment was made in the town of Berlin cemetery. MARRIAGE* LICENSES. William Singstock to Florence Gridel, both of T. Holton. Henry Linderman. T. Weston, to ErnaJosiger, Vil. Brokaw. Ervin P. Marquardt to Elizabeth Anna Froehlich, both of Wausau. John F. Burkhardt, T. Cleveland, to Katie Gessert, T. Day. John Laßarge, T. Bergen, to Zella Jones, T. Mosinee. Charles Lueck, Stratford, to Freda Kroening. T. Cleveland. Otto C. Rollmann, Shawano, to Marie Zepp, Edgar. stateroom faintly Illumined by the glowing of the dawn, and in that room, on a chair and still wearing the even ing raiment of the night before, sat, his head bent upon his shoulder, OHd Cunningham. With a shudder of aversion June sped to the door of Cunningham's cab in and opened it. She parsed through the salon. There on the bench stretch ed Tommy Thomas, one tapering arm bent over her head and her dainty slijpers cross'",! in slumbrous ease. Swiftly, shently. June gained the deck. Creeping close to the cabins, she rounded the stern. The IT larity had dropped anchor, and the landing Gilbert Blye's Dark, Handsome Face Appeared Above the Rail. •stairs with their siik“ii hand rail had been let down. At 'he platform bob bed the motor tendei Swiftly, silently, the runaway bride crept out and down the side of the yacht and dropped as noiseless!r as a cat into the motor win t while the Song pink fingers of the dawn swept athwart the yellowing sky. With a thumping heart June started the motor, and at the sound Gilbert Blye's dark, handsome face appetred above the rail. (Continued :aext week.) Tlds story is being illustrated by movo-g pictures at the Grand Opera House every week. RESIGNED. The following letter from O. E. Wells, principal of the Marathon County School for Teachers, is self explanatory; W.UTsxt'. Wis . March 10, 1915. Mr. B. E. Waltkhs, President of t lie County Board of! Education Dear Sir:— 1 hereby tender m resignation of j the priucipalship of the MaiaUion County School for Teachers, the same to take effect at the close of lie school year in June, in accordance with the contract. I do '.his to*-n-j able you to make timely preparatii n for t lie ensuing yeat it fell to my lot to prepare the! Course of Stucv withou; t>iv< e lent m | scarcely suggestion and t administer it sixteen years while the experiment grew to a system of wide adiplioiC and usefulness. For tiie courtesy and encourage- 1 mem of the several hoards and teach-: ers with whom 1 have labored, 1 am very grateful, Respectfully, O. E. W ELLS. It is to be regretted Dial Mr. Weils found It necessary to resign. He has brought the school to a very high state of efficiency and this fact is appreciated by the citizens of t lie county in general. His loss will be a serious one to the school. The Board of Education has offered a contract to Randall Johnson, who has been principal of the Price county normal school for the past eight years. Mr. Johnson has accepted the posi tion otfered and will come to Wausau to live at the close of the school year in June. He is considered one of the best men in tins particular line of ed ucational work in the state, and the board is fortunate in being able to secure so comnetent a person to suc ceed Mr. We) ~ wlio is really the father of the County Training School Work in Wisconsin. STEPPED THE WRONG WAY. A man by the name of Frank Garis and another named Wenzel Goulkows ki were walking between the tracks of the C. & N. W. Ry. tracks on the Hat south of the city, near the N. W. icehouse Wednesday night about 9:45 o’clock A passenger train coming into the city and w hen near the men, Garis stepped right in front of the moving train, evidently mistaking tlie track on which the train was coming or not seeing it. lie was struck on the back by the engine and thrown quite a distance off the track. He was picked up and rushed to St. Mary’s hospital whereon examination showed that his left leg was broken atid that lie sustained serious internal injuries. Garvis is about thirty years of age, is married but Ids wife is in Austria. He has a brother in Brokaw. lie has no stated place of residence, although lie has been living off and on in Wausau for the past seven or eight years. lit. has lately been em ployed at the paper mills at Roths child. TO HAVE BEAUTIFUL HAIR-NO DANDRUFF If your hair is losing color, too dry, brittle, thin, or the scalp itches, im mediately begin the use of Parisian Sage. The first application stops itching head, removes all dandruff, invigorates the scalp, and beautifies your hair until it is soft, fluffy and gloriously radiant. Parisian Sage supplies all hair needs and contains the exact elements need ed to make it grov long, thick and beautiful. It is perfumed a nd not expensive at W. W. Albers. You will be delighted with tins in vigorating toilet necessity ror nothing else is so beneficial as Parisian Sage or so quickly gives the hair that envi able charm and fascination. Squad No. 1 of the tire department was called out for a chimney tire at the home of Chas. Fust, on Torney avenue, at about 12:30 Saturday after noon. For H omeseekers and Investors An Inviting Field for Either INVESTORS —men who are looking for a place where they can invest their money and he sure of large profits should consider Marathon County harming Lands-lands ranking among the best for productiveness and yield to be found anywhere. Those who have purchased these lands years ago and later have made good sized fortunes. Farm lands will never be lower than they are today. America is on the verge of its greatest pros perity, and the American farmer has the greatest opportunity in the world’s history. Our advice is to buy lands now, don’t wait and allow the profits to go to someone else. The war in Europe is this country’s opportunity-make it yours. The G. D. Jones Land Co’s lands are for sale at Attractive Prices and on Easy Terms. See them and get prices before you buy. For any other desirable informa tion call or write to the G. 0. JONES LAND CO, Office over the First National Bank WAUSAU - - WISCONSIN Where the Famous RUDER BEER is Made ... ; *\ / The largest and most modern brewery in Northern Wisconsin New storage cellars have just been completed, and fitted out with the most sanitary storage tanks known to the Brewing Industry, which makes it powiole for us to furnish at ali seasons a properly aged beer. Phone 1003 PAID ADVERTISEMENT. Written, authorized and to he paid for by I H. Fischer at the rate of 15c per inch. |Riff MgmElm m R. H. FISCHER MARATHON, WIS CANDIDATE FOR SpiteiM of Schools My record is my best recommenda tion for tiiis position. My aim and desire is to make t lie Marathon County schools rank as best in the state by 1. Visiting all schools at least twice a year. 2. Securing competent teachers. 3. Having practical methods and helpful things taught. 1 was born of German parentage and reared on a farm in the town of Two Rivers, Manitowoc County. I received my early education in a rural school: am a graduate of the Two Rivers High School and the State Norptal School at Oshkosh, holding an Unlimited Mate Certificate. 1 have had considerable experience with rural schools and can therefore best Delp them. At the present time lam principal of tlie Marathon City School. Soliciting your support at the ejection April t>th and thanking you for any ; favor you may do in my behalf, I remain, Respectfuiiy yours, R. H. Fischer. C. F. Bismarck THE OLD RELIABLE Ste Repairer Cement sidewalks are ruinous to the soles and heels of shoes. When worn down fetch them to my shop and I will repair them as good as new at prices that are right. I handle the WALES-GOOD YEAR Lumbermen’s Rubbers. 518 Scott St.