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THURSDAY, JAN. 18, 1940
THE STORY
CHAPTER I—Lovely, independent Autumn
Dean, returning home to British Columbia
from abroad without her father's knowledge,
•tops at the home of Hector Cardigan, an
old family friend. He tells her that she
•hould not have come home, that things
have changed. Arriving home at the "Castle
of the Norns,’’ she is greeted lovingly by
her father. Jarvis Dean, who gives ner to
understand that she is welcome—for a short
visit. Her mother, former belle named Milli
cent Odell, has been dead for years. Autumn
cannot understand her father's attitude,
though gives him to understand that she is
home for good. She has grown tired of life
to England, where she lived with an aunt.
CHAPTER II—Riding around the estate
with her father. Autumn realizes that he has
changed. Between them they decide, how
ever, to give a welcoming dance at the
castle. When the night of the dance arrives,
Autumn meets Florian Parr, dashing, well
educated young man of the countryside.
Late in the evening Autumn leaves the
dance, rides horseback to the neighboring
ranch where she meets Bruce Landor, friend
and champion of her childhood days. He
Rkes her to see his mother, an Invalid. His
ther is dead, thought to have killed him
self. As soon as his mother sees Autumn
■he commands Bruce to take her away, that
death follows tn the wake of the Odells.
Autumn is both saddened and perplexed
by the invalid's tirade. Bruce, apologetic,
can offer no reason for his mother's attitude.
CHAPTER III—Auftmn calls again on
Hector Cardigan—this time to find out the
reason for Mrs. Landor's outburst. From
his conversation she inferred that Geoffrey
Landor killed himself because he loved
Millicent Dean, her mother. Meanwhile.
Bruce Landor rides to the spot where his
tther’s body was found years before. There
i meets Autumn, who, leaving Hector, was
■earching for a lost child. Bruce had found
the child, and there Autumn and he talk of
their families. They agree that her mother
and his father loved each other deeply—and
that their love is the cause of present
antagonism.
CHAPTER IV—Florian Parr, at the Castle
tor dinner, proposes to Autumn. She re
fuses him. The next day Autumn rides to
ward the Landor ranch. She meets Bruce
in herder’s cabin. There they declare
their love for each other, and determine to
stand together against everyone who might
come between them.
CHAPTER V—Autumn tells her father
that she is going to marry Bruce. She is
aghast to see his reaction, and is agonized
to hear him whisper that Geoffrey Landor
did not take his own life. He tells her
the story. Millicent, his wife, and Geoffrey
Landor had fallen in love with each other.
But Millicent would not break her mar
riage vows. Meeting Landor one day in a
secluded spot. Jarvis Dean was forced to
fight with him. Landor is accidentally killed
by his own gun.
CHAPTER VI—Autumn knows then that
•verything is ended between Bruce and
herself She goes to call on the Parr family,
where she meets Elinor and Linda, Florian's
sisters. Florian again tells her how much
he loves her, but she nays little attention
to him. She likes the Parr family, includ
ing Florian, but cannot help comparing the
polo-playing,* light-hearted youth to Bruce
Landor. Florian is "good company,” but
she feels little real affection for him. He
realizes that, and tells her she will change.
Linda, Florian’s sister, is in love with
Bruce, but to no avail. He pays little at
tention to her.
CHAPTER VII—Bruce attends a party
that night given by the Parrs. Autumn
purposely ignores Bruce. Bewildered, he
cannot understand. Following an accident,
he carries her to the garden, where she
tells him the episode in the herder’s cabin
was merelv a game, that she was not her
self. In this way. she believes, she can
forget—and make Bruce forget—their love.
Bruce is stunned by Autumn's actions. He
knows she cannot nave changed overnight,
but is forced to believe that she is not the
same girl who called on him at his cabin.
CHAPTER VIII—Months pass, and neither
Bruce nor Autumn can forget each other.
Watching a card game one day, Bruce
overhears a scurrilous remark made about
Autumn. He administers a beating to the
■peaker, one Curly Belfort. He is warned
that Belfort will try to even the score.
CHAPTER IX—Jarvis Dean upbraids his
daughter for giving anyone an excuse to
talk about her. Later she meets Hector,
who tells her that he will have something
to say when the right time comes. The
next day Bruce's foreman drives to the
Dean ranch and tells Autumn that 30 of
the Landor prize sheep have been poisoned.
Bruce is away from home temporarily. Sus
picion points definitely at Belfort. Autumn
knows that Bruce whipped him when he
overheard the foul remark made at the
card game, and knows she is indirectly the
cause of Bruce’s sheep being poisoned.
Heartbroken, Autumn knows she cannot hope
to repay him.
CHAPTER X—Jarvis Dean asks Bruce to
call on him, and offers to pay him for the
loss of his sheep. Bruce, leaving, refuses
to take the money. Autumn hears of his
call, and goes to visit him. He tells her
that they cannot be friends, and his ac
tions prove to her that he has lost both his
love and respect for her.
CHAPTER XI—Autumn admits failure to
herself, and tells her father she plans on
leaving. He offers to tell Bruce tne truth,
knowing she loves him. but she will not
allow him to do it. Jarvis decides he will
sell the ranch and join her in the fall.
They will visit relatives in England. Neither
are cheerful about the venture. Jarvis Dean
knows it will be the end of everything for
him to leave the country he loves and helped
build. Autumn realizes she cannot forget
Bruce Landor by going back to the artificial,
purposeless life she had known in England
with her aunt.
Florian had closed the door. He
was leaning against it now, his
hands thrust nonchalantly into the
pockets of his corduroy jacket. His
blond head shone in unruly pictur
esqueness against the stained log
surface of the door. His dark eyes
smiled at her, half closed in con
templative pleasure.
“Lin came down with tonsilitis this
morning,” he told her.
“Why didn’t you telephone me,
then?”
“We did, but you had already left
home.”
“Why didn’t you have Elinor come
along with you?” Autumn demand
ed, vexed at Florian’s manner.
“Lord, Autumn, don’t get all
worked up over nothing.” he re
plied. “Elinor doesn’t go out with
me. Besides, isn’t it all right this
way?”
“You know it isn’t—as well as I
do,” she told him.
He took a step toward her with
easy indolence. “Don’t be a simp!”
he said. “Give me your things.”
Autumn looked at him coolly, sur
veying him hostilely as he regarded
her with his smile of assurance.
“Certainly not,” she said. “I’m
going back home right now. You
know I wouldn't have come if I had
known you were to be alone here.”
She moved toward the door, but
Florian grasped the shoulders of her
loose automobile coat and pulled it
off her.
“Don’t be such a fool!” he said.
“Now that you're here, sit down and
be pleasant about it. I’m not so old
fashioned as ’o make any assay's
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your mind. My God, I had to come
up here to tell you, didn’t I?”
“Now that you’ve told me—I can
go,” Autumn replied.
“You’re not going to get out of
here till we’ve had a drink and a
bite to eat. Aficr that you may do
as you please.”
Autumn seated herself and took a
cigarette from her case. She lit it
and sat without speaking while Flor
ian carried her coat to a closet and
hung it up. When he came back he
poured a couple of drinks at the buf
fet, one of which he handed to Au
tumn. Then, glass in hand, he stood
before her and laughed sardonically.
“So little Autumn was afraid her
Florian was ing to stage a regular
old-time, knock-'em-down-and-drag
’em-out scene, eh?” he observed.
“I wasn’t afraid,” Autumn told
him.
“As a matter of fact, I really
should do something about it,” he
went on. “Come to think of it,
you’ve succeeded in making a fool
of me all summer.”
“I see,” said Autumn. “You’d
like to get even. I didn’t credit you
with being vindictive.”
He flushed darkly. Then a pathet
ically boyish and disappointed look
came over his face, so that for a
moment, in spite of herself, Autumn
felt sorry for him. Perhaps it had
been unsporting of her to play with
him all summer when she had
known from the first how he had
felt about her. Florian threw him
self into a chair and sat with his
hand shading his eyes.
“No,” he replied slowly, “you’ve
got me wrong, Autumn. I’m not
saying anything about what I would
do if I could. But—not against your
will, my dear. I admit I was glad
when Lin found she couldn’t come
out. I was glad of this chance of
being alone with you. I was silly
enough to think that perhaps—alone
with me for the last time—you might
relent a little.”
“I’m sorry, Florian,” she said
wearily. “I have tried to make it
clear from the first that we could
never be more than friends.”
“You have your reasons for that.
Autumn ’«oked at him coolly.
no d-'Mht.” he raH “Am I sn- so
abs mo'ssible?”
Auiumn sighed and turned her
ey to tic window “1 serm to have
de a mess of things, all around."
she said.
He shot her a quick look from be
neath lowered brows. “It’s Bruce
La ’dor, of course," he said, with a
shrp inflection bitten with hope'ess
n s.
Autumn avoided his eyes, her gaze
upon the window where, the curtains
d’ awn back, the redolent, piny air
of the mountains drifted gently in
v. a rd
‘I knew it," he said disconso
lately. "I’ve known it for weeks.
That’s why you’re going away.
You’re running away from him.”
Autumn got up and stood by the
window, looking out across the hills
where evening was already settling
down. She had been standing there
a long time, neither of them speak
ing. when Florian got impatiently
out of his chair.
“Let’s eat!" he said suddenly.
“You’re probably starved.”
She looked at him and smiled dim
ly “I could do with a little some
thing," she agreed. “What is
there? I’ll get it ready.”
"You’ll do nothing of the sort.” he
letorted. "You’ll sit down and have
another drink while I fry the bacon
and eggs."
Fifteen minutes later, they were
seated amicably across from each
other at the little table before the
fireplace, feasting on bacon and
cnvs. bread and. butter and marma
lr.de. and the really excellent coffee
or an had made Florian, remark
ing with a derisive smile that they
nvght as well have it as romantic as
pc- sibk. Lad made a fire in the fire
pk'op and had moved the prosaic
lanio to a eluded alcove.
Their talk was desultory and was
concerned chiefly with the Parrs,
since Autumn was reluctant to speak
of her impending journey. Linda,
be »r her. had found herself a new
the Gl.ect of which, wag a
bemedaled war veteran who had
come to the Okanagan and bought
himself a fruit ranch.
“Just a matter of changing from
sheep to fruit for Lin,” he remarked.
“It’s great to have an easy con
science.”
And so they talked in quiet amia
bility, while the firelight flickered
pleasantly on the ruddy pine beams
of the ceiling and coquetted with
the shadows that lurked about the
furnishings.
Ever since Autumn had left that
morning, an inexplicable sadness
had lain upon Jarvis Dean, a heavi
ness of heart that was more than
mere regret at her going. She would
be back again tomorrow, he told
himself, and they would still have a
few brief days together before she
left the Castle for good. It would
be for good this time, and when he
joined her in England in the fall,
that would be his own farewell to
this land in which he had known
the heights and depths of all pas
sions. Searching his heart for the
cause of his melancholy, he came
with acute anguish upon the truth.
Jarvis Dean had reached an end—
an end of everything that had really
mattered in life. An abyss of noth
ingness yawned before him.
Without these stark hills and un
guessable valleys that had witnessed
with silent compassion the drama
of his life, he would be as a player
upon a stage without an audience.
Frequently during the day, his
eyes had roved hungrily over the
noble prospect that had been his
for more than a quarter of a cen
tury. By toil of mind and body and
soul he had made it his own, and
his being, in turn, had been deliv
ered over in its entirety to the mag
nitude of this earth.
All that he had known of joy and
sorrow, hatred and love, the saga
of his failure and triumph, was writ
ten across the bright tablet of this
land, inscrutable to all but himself
when he left it his epitaph would be
graven there.
The sun marked noon, and the
less explicit hours of the west. To
ward the latter end of the day Jar
vis went on foot to the temporary
camp where his young Irish herder,
Clancy Shane, was tending the few
hundred sheep he had brought down
from the range to be sold. It had
been a matter of great pride to the
boy that he had brought the band
down single-handed and Jarvis had
expressed his dry pleasure by rais
ing the lad’s salary.
In a wooded hollow before he
reached the rise from which the
flock could be seen, Jarvis halted
abruptly to listen. An unwonted
clamor of excited barking was com
ing from the direction of the flock,
mingled with the mad bleat of sheep.
In alarm, Jarvis scrambled up
through the woods to the crest,
where a furious spectacle met his
eyes.
The low, red sun shone obliquely
across a turbulent livid sea of gray
bodies, a sea which, while Jarvis
stared at it aghast, seemed to be
come a vortex spinning closer and
closer to the brink of a deep arroyo,
a sandy cleft in the ground that had
been washed deeper by freshets of
the last spring. The dog, in a fren
zy, was striving to head the crazed
flock away from the danger. Sud
denly the Irish lad leaped into the
maelstrom and began beating his
way toward the churning center.
Jarvis shouted a hoarse warning and
began to run.
Before he reached the arroyo,
however, the outer fringe of the
band had run off tangent-wise and
were plunging headlong into the gap
ing earth. Instantly the whirlpool
broke, the main body of it follow
ing the mad course of the first few
imo tne arroyo. Wnen Jarvis came
at last and looked over the edge of
the cleft, he found the pit filling with
writhing, kicking, screaming bod
ies. A few had escaped and were
straggling up the steep bank, bleat
ing dementedly, their oblique, crazy
eyes aglare.
In the thick of the struggle, flail
ing out with both arms and sobbing
frantically, Clancy Shane bobbed
about, with hideous ludicrousness,
like a cork. Jarvis yelled to him
and plunged down the embankment,
hurling out of his way the few half
stunned animals that rushed up at
him. With all the strength of his
powerful frame he fought his way
to the boy, lifted him bodily above
the descending stream of gray
forms, and flung him free.
As he did so, a dozen grizzled
shapes came down upon him and
Jarvis fell back among them.
Bruce Landor was driving home
from town. On a sharp decline in
the road where it approached the
Dean place, his gaze was arrested
by a wild figure that rushed fren
ziedly toward him, apparently from
nowhere. Bruce drew to the side of
the road and stopped his car. The
madman was young Clancy Shane.
The boy collapsed against the run
ning board, his breath a raucous
wheeze. Bruce leaped from his car
and lifted him to a sitting position.
“What’s wrong, Clancy?” he de
manded.
The boy flung out an arm toward
the pasture. “Over yonder!” he
gasped. “The master—in the gully?
Go quick!”
With only a swift glance of hor
ror into the blood-stained face of
the youth, Bruce sped away.
The sight that met his eyes in the
arroyo froze his veins. There was a
scattering of sheep, running and
bleating idiotically still, with the dog
valiantly struggling to bring them
together. But across the gap in the
earth there had risen a solid isth
mus of dead or dying bodies. Of
Jarvis Dean himself there was no
sign. Bruce stood in stony horror.
The sheep lay in the arroyo, ten
deep.
Two men came running from the
direction of the Dean place.
A strange quiet seemed to have
fallen upon that land, when—it
seemed to Bruce an eternity later—
the western sky drew down an em
erald curtain upon the glory that
had been there. Three men stood
back from their work, their bodies
wet, and lowered their heads,
battened,, still form of Jarv’
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lay where they had placed it on the
ground at their feet.
Clancy Shane had told them the
brief and tragic story of what had
occurred. An eagle had flown down
on the flock and terrorized a few
stragglers that had wandered a
short distance from the others. They
had raced back and spread the con
tagion of fear in the flock. The rest
of the story they could read for
themselves in the havoc that had
been wrought during the brief mo
ments of the hopeless struggle.
Hannah, in the kitchen of the Cas
tle, lifted her tear-drenched face
from her hands. “You will have to
go and fetch her, Bruce,” she
sobbed. “She is stopping the night
with the Parrs at their lodge. You
know the place?”
Bruce looked down at her. “Yes—
I know where it is,” he replied.
"Will you go, then?”
His lips tightened. “I’ll go,” he
said.
In a few moments he was on his
way, the dusk thickening about him
as he sped along the winding trail
that led southward into the moun
tains. Two hours later he climbed
up out of the troublous dark heat of
the valley into the sheer, cool star
light of the hills. Now the road be
came narrow and capricious, and the
black spires of the dense pines made
a cathedral ominousness against the
sky. How like Autumn, Bruce
thought with frowning admiration,
to have driven over this road alone!
One false swerve of the wheel and
she would have been at the mercy of
this solitary wilderness until some
one found her and brought her out.
He strove to keep his mind on the
deviousness of the way so that he
might be possessed of a measure of
composure for the difficult task that
lay before him. He was glad, with
a self-effacing bleakness, that her
friends were with her—Linda Parr
and Florian. They would be able to
offer her comfort, as he himself was
not qualified to do.
He had telephoned to Hector Car
digan from the Dean place. It had
seemed proper that Hector should
be the first to be informed of the
tragedy—and, if possible, to break
the news to Autumn. Bruce would
have given much to have had the
old friend of the family with him on
this sorry mission, but Hector had
not been at home and Hannah h’td
urged that the tragic news should
be carried to Autumn without delay.
The road began to steepen treach
erously as Bruce approached the
comparatively open shelf on the
mountain where the Parr Lodge
stood. From somewhere in the
shrouded darkness far above him
came the sinister, feral wail of a
cougar, a trailing sound of wounded
malevolence. Closer at hand an owl
hooted as though in mockery of that
other more menacing cry of the
wild.
A gleam of light through the dark
weft of the pines, and Bruce was
driving in at the open gateway to
the lodge. He turned his car about,
deferring for a painful moment the
duty that was before him, and for
mulating in his mind, with all the
gentleness he could muster, the dol
orous words that he must s-eak. As
he got w’ f-on-i his r?r he could
hear a door opening in the lodge
behind him. A moment later he
was face to face with Florian Parr.
Even in that instant, when his dis
tress of mind was uppermost, Bruce
detected embarrassment in Flor
ian’s manner.
“Hello. Florian.” he said as he
extended his hand.
Florian took the proffered hand in
a brief clasp, then seemed to draw
back hesitantly. “Bruce!” he ex
claimed softly. “You’re the last per
son I expected to see here tonight.”
Bruce glanced toward the house.
“I’ve come with some pretty bad
news, Florian,” he said in a low
tone. “Autumn’s father was killed
this evening.”
Florian fell back a step. “Killed?
Good God! How?”
“He was over visiting the flock
young Shane brought out to be sold.
The boy says an eagle frightened
the sheep and they got to milling.
Shane ti led to break up the jam and
they got into a ditch on top of him.
Jarvis jumped in and saved the boy
—but he never got out of it him
self.”
Florian ran his hand across his
brow, speechless from shock. Bruce
saw him glance abstractedly toward
the house.
“My God!” he groaned at last.
“This will just about kill Autumn!”
“You’d better go in and fetch
Lin,” Bruce said tersely. “She’ll be
the best one to break the news to
her.”
But Florian was regarding him in
blank consternation. Bruce, puzzled,
began to feel an impatience at his
singular attitude.
“There’s no sense in delaying it,
Florian,” he said harshly. “She has
to be told. And Lin is the one to
talk to her.”
As he spoke he glanced toward the
house. It came to him that there
was something strange about the
place. It seemed deserted, some
how, and although the windows were
open no voices came out to them
from within.
“Lin isn't here,” Florian said
heavily. “Autumn and I are alone.”
Bruce stared at Florian through
the gloom with eyes that seemed to
go dim and lifeless with the dull
flush that had suffused his whole
being after that first sharp stab of
incredulity.
“Oh!” he said then, in a voice
that had died before the sound is
sued. “Oh—I see!”
Florian’s face was turned toward
him in the darkness. For a moment
he did not reply. “You don’t see at
all, you damn fool!” he broke forth
at last. “Lin couldn’t get here. We
were just getting ready to leave
when we heard your car coming up
the hill. If you think—”
“Shut up!" Bruce rasped. “You
don’t have to apologize to me. Go
in and tell her. She’s needed at
home—tonight. I’ll drive ahead. I
don’t think I can be of any more
use.”
With his fists doubled up so that
his nails were like blades in his
palms, Bruce tore himself away. He
had experienced for the first time in
his life the. exhilarating and horrible
impulse to kill. Blindly he staggered
to his car, swung it through the gate
so that it lurched crazily toward the
brink of the trail before he righted
it, then paused to await the sounds
that told him that Florian and Au
tumn had started from the lodge.
All the way back down into the
valley, with the shameless and
heartbreaking sound of that other
car following behind him, it seemed
to Bruce that the stars rocketed
through a delirious sky, and that
the night with its burden of mad
ness would descend and annihilate
him.
(To be continued)
Rockport
Word was received here Monday
of the death of Miss Frances Con
ner of Sharon, Pa. Miss Conner is
quite well known in this community
where she visited on numerous oc
casions. Funeral services were held
at Sharon Wednesday afternoon. Mr.
and Mrs. John Mayberry, Mr. and
Mrs. Ben Kidd and Mrs. W. R. May
berry of Columbus Grove, cousins of
Miss Conner, left Tuesday to attend
the funeral.
Herbert Marshall was a business
caller in Cincinnati one day last
week.
Mesdames Walter Cupp and Harold
Marshall attended a meeting of the
Au Revoir club in the country home
of Mrs. Melville Beckwith near Co
lumbus Grove last Thursday. Fol
lowing a bountiful dinner, the after
noon was spent in needle work.
Mrs. Orlo Marshall received word
recently of the death of her uncle,
Mr. A. E. Ransom at his home in
Fairfield, Mich. He passed away at
the age of 69 following a two year’s
illness. Funeral services were held
in Toledo, Sunday, Jan. 7th. He
leaves four children all living in the
vicinity of Toledo and one sister,
Mrs. H. C. Eisenbach of Phoenix,
Ariz. i
The Presbyterian Missionary so
ciety met Wednesday afternoon in
the home of Mrs. J. O. Cupp for the
January program and election of
officers. Those chosen to serve for
the coming year were: Pres., Mrs.
Edgar Begg V. Pres., Mrs. Glen
Huber Sec’y., Mrs. D. C. Campbell
Treas., Mrs. Orlo Marshall Sec’y. of
Literature, Mrs. Charles Armentrout
Over Seas Hospital Work, Mrs. Wm.
Reichenbach Light Bearers Leader,
Mrs. Lawrence Begg. The next
meeting will be held on Friday, Feb.
9th to coincide with the World Day
of Prayer, in the home of Mrs.
Clarence Begg.
Miss Beatrice Cupp, a student
nurse at the State hospital in Toledo
spent Sunday with her parents, Mr.
and Mrs. Walter Cupp.
Mr. and Mrs. Lester Buettner of
Sylvania, Mr. and Mrs. Edgar Begg
and sons John and William and Mr.
and Mrs. W. E. Marshall were Sun
day dinner guests in the home of Mr.
and Mrs. Glen Mayberry and family.
Mr. and Mrs. Walter Cupp, sons
William and Richard and daughter
Margery and Mr. and Mrs. D. C.
Campbell and daughter Elizabeth
took supper Friday evening with Mr.
and Mrs. Orlo Marshall.
Mr. and Mrs. Guy Mayberry and
family were six o’clock dinner guests
in the home of Dr. and Mrs. Milo
Rice in Pandora, Sunday evening.
Mrs. W. E. Marshall was hostess
to the 1938 Past Matron’s Club of
District No. 8 O. E. S. last Thursday.
Following a one o’clock luncheon at
the Walnut Grill in Bluffton they
adjourned to the home of Mrs. Mar
shall where the business meeting
and social hour was enjoyed. Those
present were: Mrs. Helen Desenberg
Mis. Margery Miller and Mrs. Netta
Sullivan of Lima Mrs. Iva Shively
of Leipsic Mrs. Beatrice Smith of
Columbus Grove Mrs. Doris Mad
dock of Continental Mrs. Elva Mc
Clure of Lafayette, and the hostess.
Dr. and Mrs. M. D. Soash of Bluff
ton were supper guests of Mr. and
Mrs. Orlo Marshall Sunday evening.
Mrs. Clifford Fruchey will be hos
tess to the Friendly Neighbors Club
Thursday afternoon of next week
with the following program: Music,
Club Roil call, a Scripture verse
Life of Leah, Miss Elnora Marshall
Life of Elizabeth, Mrs. Lillian Bow
ers Solo, Mrs. Marie Fruchey Con
test, Mrs. Irene Miller.
Eugene and Dorothy Augsburger
were Sunday dinner guests of Mr.
and Mrs.’ Francis Williams. After
noon callers were Mrs. Eugene
Tschiegg and Mr. and Mrs. Amos
Tschiegg and son Carol.
The Profit and Pleasure Club meet
ing has been postponed one week due
to injuries received in a fall by the
hostess, Mrs. Bert Herron.
World production of rayon fiber in
1938 was the equivalent of 4,583,000
bales of cotton. The 1920 production
equalled only 78,000 bales.
NOTICE OF APPOINTMENT
Estate of Parthenia Akerman. Decrascd.
Notice is hereby given that Myrtle Edward*
whose Post Office address is Groverhill. Ohio.
R. F. D. No. 2. has been «luly appointed and
qualified as adrrinistrntrix of the Estate of
Parthenin Akerman. late of Allen County,
Ohio, dec
D.ited this 27th day of December. 1989.
RAYMOND P. SMITH.
Judge of the Probate Court.
38 Allen County. Ohio
NOTICE OF APPOINTMENT
Estate of Samuel Steiner, Deceased.
Notice is hereby given that Jens'* W. S:eine
3924 Rushlnnd. loledo, Ohio .nd Strrrron W.
Steiner, 116s Hazel Ave., Lima, Ohio, have
been duly appointed and qualified ns exerv
tors of the E tate of Samuel W. Steiner, late
of Allen County. Ohio, deceased.
Dated ‘his 13th day of January, 1940
RAYMOND P. SMITH,
Judge of the Probate Court,
40 Allen County, Ohio.
News Notes From
Four Counties
(Continued from page 3)
cording to Sheriff A. H. French.
The man was said to have been
seen in New Washington several
days ago. At that time ,he is said
to have told about two sisters in
Hardin county and that he was en
route to the county home near Ken
ton.
The only mark of identification
was a hat with a Findlay stamp.
The man had brown hair, streaked
with gray and a mustache. He was
about five feet, eight inches tall and
weighed 160 pounds. Three toes of
his left foot were grown together.
He apparently died of exposure.
Ada Institute Feb. 9-10
The Ada Farmers’ institute has
been scheduled for Feb. 9 and 10 in
the high school auditorium with
Mrs. D. B. Phillips of Mt. Washing
ton and Ralph White of Richwood as
speakers. This will be one of six in
stitutes to be held in the county
this winter.
$696 Paid For Sheep
Claims
Sheep claims totaling $696.56 and
witness fees amounting to $33.66
were paid to Hardin county farmers
during the last quarter of 1939, ac
cording to county commissioners who
approved payment of the claims.
The largest single claim was for
$135.
PUTNAM COUNTY
Gymnasium Seating
Re-arranged
Work was expected to get under
way this week on alteration of the
bleacher section of the new Ottawa
auditorium-gymnasium, designed to
increase seating capacity and im
prove vision.
This action was taken by the Ot
tawa board of education after invest
igation of numerous complaints in
regards to the poor vision of the
bench section of the auditorium and
apparent lack of proper seating ca
pacity.
Wire Fencing Reported
Stolen
Theft of 20 rods of six-inch mesh
fencing from his farm just east of
Ottawa, was reported by Sheriff Ar
nold Potts by Robert Doty. Then
fencing was along Route 224 on the
Doty farm in a roll when it was
stolen, the owner told Sheriff Potts.
$21,150 More Paid To
Farmers
One hundred and eighty-one
checks for AAA payments to Put
nam county farmers were received
last week and have been distributed
by Arnold Schroeder, chaiiinan of
the county sail conservation com
mittee, and his assistants. The
checks amounted to $21,150.80.
Approximately one hundred checks
totaling about $10,000 are expected
in the near future to complete the
payments to local farmers for par
ticipation in the 1939 federal crop
control program, Schroeder stated.
Checks for Putnam farmers have
been received in three groups and
the total to date has amounted to
$189,003.42.
Drive Launched To
Aid Finns
The Putnam county chapter of the
American Red Cross this week is
conducting a campaign to raise
funds for the relief of the Finns, ac
cording to Harold Heitzman of Ft.
Jennings, county chairman.
He said that the superintendents
and teachers in the schools thruout
the county have been instructed to
have their pupils bring any contri
butions their families might wish to
make. The amount collected in this
county will be sent to the national
Finnish relief fund.
Ditch Controversy
Believed Settled
Settlement of the controversy be
tween the state highway department
and Putnam county officials over
the construction of a ditch along
Route 113 southwest of Continental
seemed certain this week.
Nine of the 11 property owenrs
who live along the Eugene Roehrle
ditch met with the board of county
commissioners in the courthouse in
Ottawa last Wednesday afternoon
and signe'1 an agreement to pay
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more assessments than originally set
up so that construction of the ditch
can be completed.
The extra cost of $3,124.33 was
necessitated when the highway de
partment informed county officials
that the only way it would approve
the project was to move the ditch
back 20 feet from the highway.
Thru the agreement with the farm
ers, the county will be able to do
this, County Engineer L. H. Schmenk
said.
Visual Education
Program Praised
Because of the excellence of the
visual education program in Putnam
county, C. D. Vermilya, superintend
ent of the county school system, has
been placed on the executive commit
tee on visual education of the Ohio
Education Association.
During the annual convention of
the association last week end in Co
lumbus, this committee told Vermil
ya that Putnam county has the fin
est visual education program of any
county school system in Ohio and
one of the finest in the United
States. Regular schedules of both
educational and entertainment films
are shown in the county schools
each year.
Former State Official
Dies
John A. Hummon, 75, former Put
nam county representative to the
general assembly, Columbus, and
prominent retired farmer, died at
2:45 o'clock Sunday afternoon at his
home in Leipsic following an illness
since October from heart trouble.
Mr. Hummon first was elected to
the assembly in 1918 and was re
elected in 1920.
Caught In Machinery,
Killed
Clayton Mull, 46, mechanic, was
killed instantly Friday when he be
came entangled in the machinery of
a tile mill one-half mile north of
Continental. Mull was repairing a
shaft in the mill when the accident
occurred. Catherine Mull, a daugh
ter, is office nurse and secretary of
Dr. B. W. Travis of Bluffton.
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