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The
Lure of the Mask
Machiavelli, the Borgias
Medicis: Florence, the city of flow
ors*
The villa was white and cool in'ihe
Bhade of dark cypresses and benches
and pink-blossomed horse chestunts.
There were beds and gardens of flow
ers, and behind the villa a forest
spread out and upward to the very
top of the overhanging mountain. The
gates and the porter's lodge webe at
the end of the confines nearest Fie
Bole. The old gardener and his wife
lived in the lodge, earning an extra
lire now and then by escorting-tour
ists through the park and exhibiting
the Delia Robias, the Hadrian mosaic,
the fountain by Donatello, and some
aneique marbles, supposed to have
been restored by Michelangelo. He
never permitted anyone to touch these
glories. Periodically the agents of the
government paid a visit to ascertain
that none of these treasures had been
sold or removed. The old gardener
Bpoke some English.
Life ran smoothly enough at the
Villa Ariadne. La Signorina, at the
very last moment, surrendered to the
entreaties of Kitty. She agreed not to
pass herself off as the princess. So
they occupied the villa pleasurably
and in safety. The police, as pre
scribed by law, made two visits and
had gone away satisfied that, how
ever odd they might be, the tempor
ary tenants were proper persons.
Among themselves each played the
role originally assigned. It was inno
cent fun now, and La Signorina seem
ed to enjoy the farce as much as any
one. It was a great temptation not to
prowl around the forbidden rooms,
not to steal a look into the marvelous
chests and sideboards, bulging as they
knew with priceless glass and silver
and lin^n and laces. But La Signorina
each day inspected the seals and ut
tered solemn warnings.
There was only one in this strange
medley of persons who was not con
tented with his lot, who cared not if
the letter from home never came at
all. and this person was Worth. To set
down the trouble briefly, he was des
perately in love with La Signorina
and the knowledge of how hopeless
this passion was, together with the
frequent efforts he had put forth to
repress the ardent declaration, were
making him taciturn and solitary. La
Signorina never went down to Flor
ence, not even to Fiesole so Worth
never joined his companions when
they took pleasant excursions into the
city.
As one fences in the dark, instinc
tively, so she kept him a foil's length
away. Yet she would have been glad
had he spoken she could have si
lenced him effectually then. It was
Tather nerve-racking to wait for this
unwelcome declaration day by day.
They had lived now in the Villa
Ariadne for two weeks, a careless,
thoughtless, happy-go-lucky family.
The gossips might have looked askance
at them but La Signorina would not
have cared and the others would not
have thought.
Every afternoon at 2 o'clock O'Mal
ly and the ancient gardener would
get together and give each other les
sons, the one in English and the oth
er in Italian. When this was done, a
small flask of Chianti was forthcom
ing, and the old man enjoyed himself
as he hadn't done since his youth a
pipe of good tobacco and two glasses
of Chianti. It was enough for anv
reasonable man. He n^ver inouired
where the wine came from sufficient.
It was to him that it came at all. And
O'Mally saw no reason for discover
ing its source in fact, he admired
Pietro's reticence. For, like Planchet
In the immortal Three Musketeers,
O'Mallv had done some neat fishing
through one of the cellar windows.
Through the broken pane of glass he
could see bin upon bin of dust-cover
ed bottles. Burgundy, claret. Sau
terne, champagne, and no end of cor
dials, prime vintages every one of
them. And here they ^ere. useless to
any one, turning into jelly from old
age. It was sad. It was more than
that—it was a blessed shame. All these
bottles were, unfortunatelv, on the
far side of the cellar, out of reach, awl
he 4ar®d
n°t
Harold MacGrath
CHAPTER XIX. _'j Sometimes he shared a bottle with
It was May in the Tuscany hiils Smith, who was equally incurious,
blue distances a rolling horizon a. Today was warm and mellow. On
sky rimmed like a broken cup a shal-, the atone bench by the porter's lodge,
low, winding river, gleaming fitfully in, hard by the pate, sat the old Floren
the sun a compact city in a valley, tine and O'Mally. From some un
city of red-tiled roofs, of domes ana known source O'Mally had produced a
towers and palaces, of ruined, ivy- concierge's hat and coat, a little moth
grown walls and battlements shades
eaten,
of Michelangelo and Dante and were smoking red-clay
and the1abie
pipes with long bamboo stems.
"Pletro," said O'Mally, teetering,
"have you ever waited for money from
home?"
Upon a hill, perhaps three miles to
the northeast of the city, stood the an
cient Etruscan town of Fiesole. The
flat white road which passes through
the heart of the village leads into the
mountains beyond. Here one sees an
ocasional villa, surrounded by high ... ,, _, ..
walls of stone plastered in white or nothing to it. But I've got an idea.'
pink half hidden in roses, great Pietro expressed some surprise,
oomy, sweet-scented roses, which of I "Yes, and a good one, too. If any
their quality and a Wind an ce rule the tourists come today, I Propose^ to
kingdom of flowers, as Florence once show them round the place. O'Mally
th. BW.™ o, .»d »r «|ed
.'mtu Jil'l\.ifadmur'r,e™rrnr° lo rob I'll
ent-
See reached to the very frontai walls, to him the receipts, he could conduct
Which were twelve feet above the roBd. the tourists as often as he pleased
On the other side of the road swept
flown abruptly a precipitous ravine,
dangerous to careless riders. A small
stream dashed north, twisted, and
Joined the Mugnone,, which in turn
emptied into the drab waters of the
Arno.
break another window.
Under this which served him lay the
Wbin of Chianti. This was better than
nothing and the princess would never
miss the few bottles he purloined.
a little tarnished, but service-
Pietro puffed studiously, separating
each word with all the care of a nat
uralist opening the wings of some new
butterfly. He made a negative sign.
"Well, don't you ever wait. There's
be seen at all times, glistening in the aeiy.
Bun, glowing in the sun, glowing Pietro understood, that was differ
Jr«Vi in tho nieht A ter-
If his Excellency would pay over
Yes, To him it was triesome. Most peo
ple were fools.
"Let's begin the lesson then."
"Come sta?" said Pietro, shifting
his pipe.
"That's liowdv do," said O'Mally.
How is your wife?"
"That ees Come sta vostra."
Pause.
"Che tempo fa?" said Pietro sud
denly.
O'Mally frowned and jammed down
the coal in his piDe. "Who—no. how!
is the weather. Who can say. Che lo
sa?"
"Bene!"
Solemnly they went over the same
ground. To be sure. O'Mally always
failed to get the right twist to the fi
nal vowels, but he could make himself
understood and that was the main
thing. It was a. rare moment tc him
at night to strike Smith dumb by ask
in^ in Italian for a match, a cigar, or
a book. Smith wondered how he did
it: but when asked to join the pri
mary class at the porter's lodge he al
ways excused himself by saying that
he was deep In the writing of a com
edy, which was true. If there was a
play In one's system, the Villa Ari
adne was sure to bring it out.
Having finished the lesson for that
day. they shared the flask of wine.
"It is old, Pietro," said O'Mally.
"Vecchio. anticato." responded
Pietro with grave satisfaction.
"Hold on. now this is no lesson.
You talk English. Now about this
guide business. You will let me be the
guide if I turn over the profits that
is agreed?"
"Yes." Pietro wished the flask had
been twice as large.
"All rieht that's fixed. By the way.
Pietro. did you ever see the princess?"
Pie*rO looked into the bowl of his
pi^e. "No sne not come here never."
"Hum! I should, if I owned a place
like this."
"Trouble."
"Trouble. How?"
"I not know. But trouble she come
bime-bv."
"Rats!" There was not a cloud in
the skv. so far as O'Mally could see.
And what trouble could possibly befall
them?
"Sh!" said Pietro.
The porter's bell rang loudly.
"Tourists!" whispered O'Mally, slid
ing off the bench and biit.tonine up his
coat. "Remember I am the guide you
get the lire."
Surely Pietro understood, but he
was nervous, doubting the ability of
this novice to demand the right sum
for his labor.
O'Mallv settled his cap on straight
and went to the gates and opened
them. A party of five Americans stood
outside—two men, two women and a
p.irl
of twelve or fourteen. The whole
party wore that eager look, now fa
miliar to O'Mally, of nersons who in
tended to see everything if they even
tually died for it.
"This is the Villa Ariadne?" asked
one of the women. She wore eye
glasses and had a bitter expression.
"It is," said O'Mally, touching his
cap.
"He speaks English!" cried the
woman, turning joyfully to the others.
"We wish to see the villa and the
park."
"The villa is now occupied, sig
nora." replied O'Mally "but you are
permitted to see the park and gar
dens."
"How much?" asked one of the men.
"Cinouantv." said O'Mally then
correcting himself, "for each person.'"'
"Ten cents? Two lire fifty? Why.
this is downrieht extortion'," declared
the woman with the eyeglasses. She
was vehement, too.
O'Mallv gave vent to a perfect to a
nevfect Italian shrug, and put out a
hand suggestively toward the gates.
"Oh, come, dear." protested one of
the men wearilv "you've dragged us
up here from Fiesole and I'm not go
ing back without seeing what's to be
seen."
"That's like you men always wil
ling to be robbed rather than stand
upon your rights. But I vow that you
weak men will ruin travel by giving
in all the4time."
The man at whom this brief jere
miad was hurled painfuly counted out
two lire fifty, which was immediately
transferred to the palm of the guide,
who ushered the wayfarers in.
Solemnly Pietro watched them
pass, wondering what the terms were.
O'Mally led the party to the foun
tain.
"What's this?" asked the woman.
"This," O'Mally began, with^a care
less wave of the hand, "is the famed
fountain by Donatello. It was origin
ally owned by Catherine d'Medissy.
The Borgias stole it from her, and
Italy and France nearly came to war
over it."
"The Borgias?" doubtfully. "Were
these two families contemporaneous?"
"They were," scornfully. "These
Borgias were not the head of the fam
ily, however. Finally it fell into the
hands of the first Prince d'Monty
Bianchy, and it has stood where you
see it for three hundred years. It is
considered the finest specimen of its
kind. The Italian government has of
fered fabulous sums for It."
"I thought the government could
force the saie of these things?"
"There has been some litigation
over this property, consequently the
government can do nothing till the
courts have settled the njatter," re
cited O'Mally glibly.
"Oh."
The quintet consulted their guide
books, but before they had located
the paragraph referring to this work,
O'Mally was cunningly leading them
on to the D^la Robblas which hubg
in the ruined pavilion. With a grand
yet familiar air he declaimed over
the marvelous beauties of this pecul
iar clay •With an eloquence which was
but little short of masterful. He passed
on to the antique marbles touching
them lightly and explaining how this
one was Nero's, that one Caligula's,
that one Tiberius.' He lied so easily
and gracefully that, wherever it rest
ed, the tomb of Ananias must have
rocked. And whenever his victims
tried to compare his'statements with
those in the guide-books,'he was ex
tolling some other treasure. They fi
nally put the guide-books under their
arms and trusted in the kindness of
Providence.
"Do you know," said the woman
who had not yet spoken, "you speak
English remarkably well? There is an
accent I do not quite understand."
O'Mally shivered for a moment. Was
she going to spring Dago oi him? "I
am Italian," he said easily. "I was
born, however, in -County Clare. My
father and mother were immigrants to
Ireland." His face was as solemn as
an owl's.
"That explains it."
O'Mally took a new lease of life.
"Now let me show you the Hadrian
mosaic, from the Villa Hadrian, out of
Rome." He swept back the sand. "Is
it not magnificent?"
"Looks like a lineoleum pattern,"
was the' comment of one of the men.
"You are not far from right," said
O'Mally. "It. was from this very mo
saic that the American lirieoleums
were originally designed."
"Indeed!" said the woman with the
glasses.
"Yes, signora."
"Ma," whispered the girl, "ask him
for one of those buttons."
The stage whisper was overheard
by O'Mally.' "These buttons," he ex
plained, "cost a lira each but if the
signorina really wishes one—" And
thus another lira swelled the profits of
the day. O'Mally wondered if he ought
to keep this one lira since it was off
his own coat and not Pietro's.
On the balcony of the villa appear
ed two women. The woman with the
glasses at once discovered them.
"Who is that handsome woman?"
she demanded.
O'Mally paled slightly. "That,"
touching his cap respectfully, "is her
Highness, La Principessy d' Monty
Bianchy, the owner of the Villa Ari
adne." Ha! He had them there.
The tourists stared at 'the balcony.
A real live princess! They no longer
regretted the two lire fifty. This was
something worth while.
"We did not know that the princess
lived here."
"It is but a temporary visit. She is
here incognito. You must not repeat
what I have told you," was O'Mally's
added warning.
On the balcony the
were talking quietly.
"What in the world
O'Mally up to now?" said La Signorina
curiously.
"Can't you see," said Kitty. "He is
acting as guide in Pietro's place."
"Merciful heavens!" La Signorina
retired, stifling her laughter.
two women
is that man
At the gates O'Mally received his
pourboire of twenty centesimi, saw his
charge outside, closed and locked the
gates and returned to Pietro, who was
in a greatly agitated state of mind.
"Ouando!" he cried.
O'Mally handed him the exact
amount, minus the lira for the button.
"Santa Maria! All thees? How? No
more I take dem you!"
O'Mally sat down on the bench and
laughed. It was as good a part as he
had ever had."
Early evening. La Signorina leaned
over the terrace wall, her hand idly
trailing over the soft cool roses. Afar
down the valley shimmered the lights
of Florence. There- were no outlines
no towers, no domes, no roofs were
visible nothing but the dim haze upon
which the lights serenely floated. It
might have been a harbor in the peace
of night. To the south, crowning the
hills with a faint halo, the moon, yet
hidden, was rising across the heavens.
Stretched out on either hand, white
and shadowy, lay the great road. She
was dreaming. Presently upon the si
lence came the echo of galloping
horses. She listened. The sound came
from the north. It died away, only to
return again sharply, and this time
without echo. Two horsemen came
cantering toward the Villa Ariadne.
They drew down to a walk, and she
watched them carelessly. It was not
lnnc before they nassed under her.
She heard their voices.
"Jack, this has been the trip of my
life. Verona. Padua. Bologna, and now
Florence. This is life: nothing like it."
"I am glad. Dan. It has been enjoy
able. I only hope our luggage will be
at the hotel for us. Twelve days In
riding breeches are quite enough for
a single stretch."
La SIgnorina's hand closed convul
sively over a rose, and crushed it. The
vine, as she did so, gave forth a rust
ling sound. The men turned and
glanced up. They saw a woman dim
ly. That was all.
"A last canter to Fiesole'"
"Off she goes!"
The two went clattering down the
road.
La Signorina released the imprlson-
Bloomfield Women
to Send Flowers to
the Iowa Convicts
Bloomfleld, May 22. —(Spec
ial.)—The W. C. T. U. mem
bers at a meeting held at the
home of Mrs. W. H. McAchran
yesterday afternoon, made ar
rangements to send a bouquet
of flowers, with a card attach
ed bearing a verse of scripture,
to every convict in the Fort 4*
Madison penitentiary. This has 4*
been an annual practice of the
Bloomfleld W. C. T. U. for
many years.
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ed rose, and unmindful of the prick of
the thorn, walked slowly back to the
villa. It was fatality that this man
should again cross her path.
CHAPTER XX.
"What's the matter, Jack? When
ever you smoke, your cigar goes out
you read a newspaper by staring over
the top of it you bump into people on
the-streets, when there is plenty of
room for you to pass you leave your
watch under your pillow and have to
hike back for it you forget, you are
absent-minded. Now, what's the mat
ter?"
"I don't know, Dan," said Hillard,
relighting his cigar.
"Or you won't tell."
"Perhaps that's more like It."
"It's that woman, though you will
not acknowledge if. By George, I'd
like to meet her face to face I'd give
her a piece of my mind."
"Or a piece of your heal-t!"
"Bah!, .said Merrihew, flipping his
cigar-ash to the walk below, careless
whether it struck any of the leisurely
going pedestrians or not.
"You have not seen her face, Dan
I have."
"Oh. she may be a queen and all
that: but she has an evil influence
over all the people she meets. Here's
Kitty, following her round, and the
Lord knows in what kind of trouble.
She has hooked you, and presently
you'll be leaving me to get back home
the best way. I can."
"It Is quite possible, my boy." And
Hillard did not smile.
"Come, Jack, have you really got it?
If you have, why, we'll pack up and
leave by the next steamer. I don't
care to wander about Italy with a sick
man on my hands."
"Don't be hard on me. Dan," plead
ed'Hillard, smiling now. "Think of all
the Kitty Kllligrews you've poured
into my uncomplaining ears!"
"I got over It each time." But Mer
rihew felt a warmth in his cheeks.
"Happy man! And. once you see the
face of this adventuress, as you call
her, Kitty Killigrew will pass with all
the other lasses."
"I?" indignantly. "Rot! She won't
hold a candle to Kitty."
No. not a candle, but the most pow
erful light' known to the rpan eye—
perfect beauty." Hillard sighed uncon
sciously.
'There you go again!" laughed Mer
rihew. "You tack that sigh to every
thing you say and that's what I've
been complaining about."
Hillard was human: he might be
deeply in love, but this had not des
troyed his healthy sense of humor.
So he laughed at himself.
Then they mused silently for a
while. On either side, from their Win
dow-balcony, the lights of Lungarno
spread out in a brilliant half-circle, re
peating themselves, after the fashion
of women, in the mirror of the Arno.
On the hill across the river the
statue of David was visible above the
Piazza Michelangelo.
"You never told me what she was
like." said Merrihew Anally.
"Haven't I? Perhaps you never
asked. We went through the Pitti Pal
ace today. I couldn't drag you from
Raphael's Hadonna of the Chair. She
Is as benutiful as that."
"Imagination Is a wonderful thing,"
was Merrihew's solitary comment.
"Mine has not been unduly worked
in this instance," Hillard declared
with emphasis. "Beauty in women has
always been to me somethine in the
abstract, but it is no longer. There is
one thing which I wish to impress
upon you, Dan. She is not an adventur
ess. She has made no effort to trap
me. On the contrary, she has done
all she could to keep out of my way."
It's a curious business the dinner,
the mask, the veil, the mystery. I
tell you frankly, Jack, something's
wrong, and we shall both live to find
out."
(To be Continued.)
HONORS FOR ROGERS
Business Suspends in Falrhaven
While Citizens Pay Tribute of
Respect to Dead Benefactor.
Fairhaven, Mass., May 22.—Fair
haven, the birthplace of Henry H.
Rogers, today paid the final tribute to
the memory of the deceased financier.
From 10 o'clock in the forenoon until
3 o'clock In the afternoon business
was suspended. Draping of s'ombr
black hung from all the public build
ings, most of which had been present
ed to Fairhaven by Mr. Rogers during
his life time, and throughout the town
flags were set at half mast. Every
where there is evidence' of the sincere
grief of the townspeople.
STONE ENGINEERS
Strike on Georgia Railroad Jeopar
dizes Lives of Trainmen— Seek
State's Aid.
Augusta, Ga., May 22.—Following
the receipt of a telegram from As
sistant Grand Chief Burgess of the
Brotherhood of Locomotive Engineers,
early today, advising him that the
trains of the Georgia railroad were
being stoned by either the striking
firemen or their sympathizers and
that the lives of the engineers were
jeopardized, General Manager Scott
appealed to Governor Smith to take
vigorous measures to protect the en
gineers.
CENTERVIUE
JUDGE M. A. ROBERTS APPOINTS
EX-SHERIFF WILLIAM BRAY AS
CAPTAIN OF BODY OF SECRET
SERVICE SENTINELS.
PRISONER DID NOT
SLEEP LAST NIGHT
OTTUMWA WITNESSES WHO
WILL BE CALLED TO TESTIFY
AT THE TRIAL NEXT WEEK ARE
READY BITTER WAR PROMISED
Centerville, May 22.—(Special
Courier Telephone Service)
Much apprehension is being en
tertained here for the safety of
the negro, John Junkin, whom the
Otturrvwa sheriff turned over to
the local officials yesterday morn
ing. Judge M, A. Roberts, rec
ognizing the fact that the senti
ment here favors hanging the
prisoner, this morning appointed
William Bray, ex-sheriff of Appa
noose county, captain of a num
ber of citizens to. act as a secret
service force of sentinels to
watch the crowds congregating for
the trial and to hear and report
to the officials as to any damag
ing conversation which refers to
violance to the negro. Junkin is
very much worried. He received
an inkling of the sentiment form
ing against him, and last night
did not sleep. Every effort is
being made by the officials to dis
courage any talk of violence,
which seems to be increasing as
the trial approaches.
The tragic circumstances In the
brutal murder of Miss Clara Rosen on
the night of February by John Jun
kin will be graphically reviewed in
the trial which begins next Tuesday
afternoon at 1:30 before Judge M. A.
Roberts in the court room at Center
ville. All the witnesses who appeared
before the Wapello county grand jury
which Indicted the negro on the
charge of murder In the perpetration
of robbery, a first degree offense, have
been subpoenaed by the state, and
each will be placed under a rigid ex
amination in behalf of the state by
County Attorney Seneca Cornell, and
the testimony they furnish will be the
target of a bitter cross-examination
by the defendant's counsel, Judge J.
C. Mitchell.
The selection of a jury to hear the
case is expected to consume the open
ing day and a portion of the follow
ing. The Introduction of evidence will
follow the opening statements to the
jury, which Is expected to be deliv
ered upon the afternoon of Wednes
day. The witnesses for the state and
for the prisoner will go to Centerville
Tuesday evening in order to be ready
for their summons to the stand upon
Wednesday afternoon or Thursday
morning. County Attorney Cornell
believes the case will continue all
week, while Judge Mitchell is of the
opinion the trial will not consume
more than three days.
Will Tell of Crime.
F. A. Rosen, Jr.., a brother of the
dead girl, with Officer Charles Peter
son will review the discovery of the
multilated body in the exacavation at
Dare and Gara streets. W. N. Roscoe
and Dr. A. W- Slaught will describe
the condition the body was received
at the undertaking parlors and the
proceedings before the coroner's in
quest. Ray Klelnman, Mrs. C. O
Johnson, Mrs. Anna Mather, Charles
Mather and Mrs. A. E. Park have been
called to testify to seeing a negro in
the vicinity of the crime shortly after
its commission. The series of sweat
ings. administered to the negro in Ot
tumwa and Albia will be told by H
Williams, Chief Gallagher, Officer
Frank Harris, Sheriff W. B. Griffin
and John W. Gray. Mrs. Ray Clut
ter has been subpoenaed to describe
the negro's offer to sell the diamond
stone to her, and Officer Joe Beeman
will recite the circumstances surround
ing the arrest of the accused man,
Dan Hannon, Mrs. O. Nelson,
Redman, Miss Bertha Redman, Mr.
and Mrs. Rred Rosen, Sr.j Officer
William Black and two newspaper
reporters from Des Moinese, B. B.
Dewey and Charles Darrell, have al
so received summons to appear for
the state.
Subpoena Alienists.
In behalf of the defendant, Judge
Mitchell has requested subpoenas for
two doctors, J.' C. Box of Ottumwa and
H. J. Hove of Des Moines. These wit
nesses will tell of the effect
cocaine has upon an individaual. Mrs.
Amy Junkin, mother of the accused
man, together with M. Anderson of
Albia, will also appear for the negro.
The five witnesses to Junkin's con
fession secured in the Albia jail, who
have been summoned for the state,
will also be used by Judge Mitchell.
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PIONEER OF WAYNE
COUNTY DIES.
Seymour—After a week's illness,
William Goranflo, one of the pioneer
settlers of Wayne county, died at his
home in Seymour, a little after mid
night Wednesday night. His children
who- live in widely scattered districts
were all present at the time of his
death. Four sons. Milliard of Bellva.
Oklahoma Daniel, Denver. Colo.
Charles, Seattle. Wash. Fred, La Salle
111: four daughters Mrs. Volmer, Cory
don Mrs. W. B. Ingram, Mt. Ayr
Mrs. Thomas Aeten, Farragut, la., and
Mrs. Sarah Keeney of Kansas City.
Other News.
Mrs. Sarah Webb has been quite ill
for some time.
Rev. A. B. Whitmer has resigned
the pastorate of the Methodist Episco
pal church on account of failing health
and with his family will remove to
Dallas, S. D., where he will have
gharge of the mission work of his de
nomination 'in Tripp county. There is
at present no Methodist organization
in that county, but a church building
will be erected in Dallas in the near
future.
Rev. L. M. Beebe left Tuesday for
Denver, Colorado, as a delegate to the
General Assembly of the Presbyterian
church. There will be no preaching at
the Presbyterian church for the two
weeks of Mr. Beebe's absence.
Invitations are out for the wedding
of Dr. Edwin Burchett to Miss Mary
Kirby at the home of the bride's par
ents Mr. and Mrs. Dave Kirby on East
Main street Wednesday evening June
2.
Miss Maude Benson left the first of
the week for Salt Lake City, where
she will meet her fiance, Ed Dobbins,
formerly of this city, now of Gold
field, Nev. They will be married in
Salt Lake City and go on to Goldfleld,
where they will make their home.
Dr. I. M. Maxwell and wife are at
Excelsior Springs this week for the
benefit of the doctor's health.
Mrs. Lottie Gunn and son Harry
and wife of Eldon attended the funeral
of their husband and father Justin
Gunn, Monday.
LIBERTY VILLE.
Libertyville—Ray Allison of Ottum
wa is spending a few days with his
parents.
Rev. and Mrs. Heiner are the par
ents of a baby girl, born Mon,day.
Mr. and Mrs. Joe Huffman spent
Monday visiting with friends in Ba
tavia.
Mr. and Mrs. Dovenspick are visit
ing with the former's parents near
Stockport.
Mr. and Mrs. Will Allison and daugh
ter Marie were shopping in Fairfield
Thursday.
Mrs. Denton Tedrow, who was oper
ated on at the hospital in Ottumwa
is getting along as well as could be
expected.
Will Tedrow spent Wednesday with
his mother at the hospital in Ottum
wa.
Mr. and Mrs. Sam Walker and son
were visiting in Fairfield on Wednes
day.
Miss Hiram Davis is spending the
week with relatives in Fairfield.
Mr. and Mrs. Potts and children of
Eldon were over Sunday visitors with
relatives and friends at this place.
Mr.' and Mrs. S. C. Ross and son
George attended the band concert in
their auto Tuesday night.
Dr. and Mrs. Conner of Fairfield vis
ited with their daughter Mrs. Fred
McElding near Libertyville.
John Glotfelty has bought 3 acres
of land of Gus Rinker and expects to
erect a home in the near future.
BATAVIA.
Batavia—C. S. Cole, letter carrier on
rural route No. 1 from this city went
to Des Moines Friday and took the
civil service examination for railway
moil clerk on Saturday, "returning on
Sunday.
There was a large crowd present at
the rally p-i. en by the Epworth league
las. Sunday. eveniag at the ... M. E.
Gars
The silent, powerful, classy car made In both planitary and select­
ive transmissions in any style of body.
See an Overland before buying. It is worth your while.
Auto Co,
427-429 East Main St
It does seem early, I know, to mention binder and mower repairs,
but before you get busy in your corn planting it will pay you to look
the old machines over and let me know what repairs you will need
and let me get them and have them ready. I now have an order for
some plow repairs and canvasses and I will order when I get a few
more to come with them. Do you need a canvas for any machine? If
so, let me know, or any other repairs, and I will get them and have
them ready.
JAMES H. SHEPHERD
Jobbers of High Grade Flours, Wholesale and Retail Mill Feed, Oil
Meal and Cotton Seed Meal. We carry a full line of field and garden
"New Shepherd's Ranche."
Ottumwa, Iowa.
Deaf or Partially Deaf
People
are requested to call at my office and
make a free trial of the Stolz Electro
phone.
Dr. Win.
Hansel!
Up. stairs, over, ne^
6 and JO.
church. A fine program was rendered
by the members of the league.
Willis Reno who has been to Eureka
Springs, Ark., for a few weeks return
ed home Tuesday.
N. E. Welch was transacting busi
ness in Ottumwa Friday.
Miss Jessie Gilbert of near Eldon is
visiting he- sister Mrs. Clifford Cola
of this city.
The Booster club of this city assist
ed by the old soldiers have prepared
an excellent program for Memorial
day and have also made arrangements
for a distinguished orator for the day
and the Batavia Cornet band have
been contracted for. Everybody that
possibly can should attend these serv
ices.
The following births have been re
ported during the past week: C. S.
Cole and wife of this city, a daughter:
J. L. Wilson, east of the city, a daugh
ter: Mr. ar.d Mrs. Breckenridge, south
of town a daughter and Mr. and Mrs.
Sam Kitchen, east of the city, a son.
About seventy-five Greeks are camp
ing in the city and working on the
railroad laying steel and surfacing.
H. D. Kreigh and- family have mov
ed into the Shoemaker property on
Main street and Bert Gillls and fam
ily have moved into the property va
cated by Kreigh and family.
Rev. B. W. Pettitt of Albia preached
at the Christian church at this place
Sunday morning and evening.
Mr. and Mrs. Claude Brown have
returned to their home at Middletown
after* a short visit with relatives at
thi3 place.
CANTRIL.
Cantril—Born to Mr. and Mrs. Clif
ford Stonebraker Friday, May 14, a
girl.
Guy Hustead is buildlng_ a new res
idence just east of Des Moines Norris.
Mrs. Geo. Hatch entertained the
Ladies' Aid society to dinner Tuesday.
Married, Sunday evening May 16, at
7 o'clock Miss Orpha Davis to Lester
Roberts. The marriage ceremony took
I place at the M. E. parsonage conduct
ed by Rev. H. F. Gilbert.
Mrs. Lee Cruthers and daughter of
Mt. Sterling were in Cantril this week.
Cloe Parnell a student of the Bloom
field schools, spent Sunday with her
parents near town.
Wm. Carett of Mt. Sterling was in
town Monday.
A. Powell is in Kansas City this
week.
Mrs. Fred Sims and children visited
her parents in Mt. Sterling.
Miss Bessie Vale is working at cen
tral office and Miss Leala Searight is
working at the New Era office.
Roland Troth was home from Mil
ton, where he has a position, to spend
Sunday.
Mrs. Nannie Manning, Mrs. Kate
Parrott and son Bryan, Wm. S. Man
ning and Brown Manning were in
Cantril Wednesday.
Rebecca Deal of Milton spent Sun
day with Roy Stockdale.
Mark Whitney of Keosauqua trans
acted business in town Saturday.
A number of Milton young people
were in town Sunday afternoon.
Mrs. Frank Hosford returned to her
home in Illinois Saturday.
Miss AVright of Keokuk was a guest
of Mrs. Lawson Lock Friday.
Mr. and Mrs. Lute Adams visited
Mr. and Mrs. IS. E. McKea.
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