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CHAPTER I—Captain Carl Norwood hat
been sent from his native England to the
Kadur River district in India, along with hit
indispensable manservant, Moses O’Leary,
soldier of fortune. Norwood’s job is to sur
vey the district to determine whether a valu
able secret diamond mine belongs to the
temple priests or to the ruler, the Mahara
jah of Kadur.
CHAPTER n—Norwood calls on the Brit
ish Residency to pay his initial respects. On
his way he catches a glimpse of two women
in a palace carriage, one of whom is young
and beautiful. The other woman he knows
to be the Maharanee of Kadur. O’Leary
later tells him that the young woman is an
American girl named Lynn Harding, who
with her aunt. Mrs. Deborah Harding. Is a
guest at the palace.
CHAPTER IH—Mrs. Harding and Lynn,
her niece, are guests at the Maharajah’s
palace. On a sightseeing tour Mrs. Harding
sprains an ankle, and sends to the palace
for aid. Prince Rundhia, handsome, spoiled
nephew of the rulers, comes to her rescue
and takes her back to the palace where he
meets Lynn for the first time. A Bengalese
doctor attends Mrs. Harding, despite her
protests. Mrs. Harding and Lynn are any
thing but friendly, due to the former’s ex
acting demands. Mrs. Harding does not
like the royal family, especially Prince Run
dhia. but is forced by circumstances to
accept their hospitality.
He found himself between the Ma
haranee and Aunty. Rundhia and
Lynn sat opposite the Maharajah
at one end of the table, the Maha
ranee at the other.
The Maharajah only pretended to
eat. In theory, he had abandoned
caste restrictions, but in practice,
he lacked the Maharanee’s courage.
He wilted under Aunty Harding’s
barrage of remarks. Her vigor de
pressed him. Aunty had no patience
with weaklings:
“You’re a hypochondriac,” she
told him.
The Maharajah sighed. “I am a
victim of public duty. Affairs of
state impose a sedentary life that
has ruined my health. But I have
found that Rundhia’s physician un
derstands my ailment.”
The physician reappeared in the
doorway, nervous, unself-assertive.
He came behind Aunty’s chair and
whispered to her. Norwood couldn’t
hear what he said, but he saw him
Norwood found himself between
the Maharanee and Aunty.
lay two pellets on a plate at Aunty’s
right hand.
“Drugs! No thank you!”
“What are they?” asked the Ma
“Exactly the same that your High
ness has been taking for your
nerves,” said the physician.
“I have iron nerves,” said Aunty.
The physician smiled. He sepa
rated the two pellets with a fork
and held the plate toward the Ma
“Set her the example,” he sug
“My monotonous life consists of
nothing else than setting good ex
amples,” said the Maharajah. “If
it won’t hurt me, it won’t hurt you.”
He reached for a pellet.
Norwood noticed that the doctor
moved the plate so that the Maha
rajah’s fingers closed on the one
that had been nearer Aunty. If it
was a trick it was smooth. Rundhia
was paying rather witty attention to
Lynn he was making her laugh.
“As a compliment, but against my
better judgment,” said Aunty. She
swallowed the other pellet.
“Thank you,” said the Bengali.
“Thank you, madam. That relieves
my anxiety. You should not be
here. You should be in bed. There
is no knowing what people’s nerves
may do to them when they have suf
fered a bodily shock such as you re
ceived this afternoon.”
He bowed himself out.
Aunty used her napkin suddenly.
Norwood watched her. He was just
in time to prevent her falling from
the chair. Everyone, including the
Maharajah, jumped up. Lynn ran
to her. The servants formed a
scrimmage around Lynn and Aunty.
The Maharajah scolded the Maha
ranee sotto voce.
Rundhia sent a servant running
for the doctor. The other servants
picked up Aunty and carried her
into the next room, where she
groaned on a couch and nearly faint
ed from humiliation. Rundhia met
the doctor at the door. Norwood,
watching them, pretended not to,
wasn’t certain whether they spoke.
The doctor nodded, put on his most
iudicial professional air. felt Aunty’s
pulse and shrugged his shoulders'.
“She has a temperature. It is
impossible to say, but I think she
is only suffering from nervous ex
haustion and perhaps, too, from
mental disturbance.” He turned
again to the Maharanee: “I advise
that Miss Lynn Harding should be
moved into the palace, so that Mrs.
Harding may be quiet.”
Lynn laughed: “That’s a testimo
nial for me! But thank you, I’ll take
care of her
“No,” said the doctor. He caught
Rundhia’s eye. Rundhia came to
his rescue and made signals to the
Maharanee, who wanted nothing
better than to have Lynn under her
own roof.
“Lynn, dear, please do as the doc
tor tells you. Please, please.”
Aunty groaned and protested that
it was a shame to inflict Lynn on the
Maharanee, but she was overruled.
She was carried out on an impro
vised litter and rushed to the guest
house, where Lynn’s belongings
were collected by the servants and
conveyed to the palace.
Rundhia was puzzled and Lynn
knew it. She enjoyed it. It was
cool and beautiful beneath the moon
lit trees in the garden.
"You are the strangest mixture of
intelligence and innocence that I
have ever met,” said Rundhia. “You
are in love with all this. You are
thrilled by the exotic strangeness.
But it’s all old stuff to me, remem
ber. I’m a babe in the woods, too,
in a certain sense. I’m as lost as
you are. Things and places don’t
make life worth living. It’s the peo
ple in the places, and the things
they do together. If you loved me
and I loved you—”
“But neither of us does,” Lynn in
terrupted. “We are East and West.
Europe delights you because you
can’t ever really understand it. And
the East enraptures me for the same
“So we’ve that much in common,”
said Rundhia. “Let me tell you
something else we have in com
mon. We like each other.”
“Do we?”
“Yes. One would have to be blind,
deaf, demented, not to like you.
What’s wrong with me?”
Lynn’s defensive tactic was a
thousand times more shrewd than
Aunty would dream of giving her
credit for:
“Well, for instance, why do you
dislike Captain Norwood?”
“For the same reason that he
doesn’t like me,” said Rundhia.
“Cherchez la femme. Thank the
father and mother who bred him,
he’s only an Engineer. If he were
Cavalry, I might feel jealous. Lynn,
I love you.”
“How many women have you said
that to?”
“Hundreds. But I lied to all the
“I have sometimes had to lie to
Aunty. But I’m not nearly as prac
ticed a liar as you must be. Let’s
be truthful.”
“I am telling you the truth. I
have always thought myself a cynic.
I didn’t know I had a heart until I
met you. I have found and lost it
in the same moment. It is yours.
What will you do with it?”
His arm crept around her. He
hardly knew how she slipped away
from him. She waltzed away. She
ran along the path, her arms ex
tended to embrace the moonlit
luxury of hue and view and per
fumed flowers. By the time he over
took her, her retort was ready:
“Perhaps you don’t like men with
red hair?”
“I am looking,” he answered, “at
your hair. I want to bury my hands
in it, bathe my face in it, breathe
“Borax! 1 washed it and the wa
ter’s terrible!”
She escaped him again. Her black
pajamas vanished into shadow she
became a beautiful, disembodied
head in a golden aureole that asked:
“Is Captain Norwood married? I
didn’t ask him.”
"Well, why didn’t you ask him?”
"I didn’t care.”
“Good!” said Rundhia. "I’m go
ing to make you care about some
thing else. Come along. I’ll be
have. Come this way.”
He led her up steps to the top of
the ancient garden wail. There was
a summerhouse on the wall, a sort
of kiosk it had been swept and
provided with cushions by a servant
who crouched in shadow. Rundhia
ordered the servant away. He went
and lurked at the foot of the steps,
but Rundhia shouted at him and he
fled. Rundhia led Lynn into the
open-sided kiosk.
"You have promised,” she said,
"to behave.”
"Do you believe men’s promises
when they’re in love? Are you as
naive as that?”
“Yes. Don’t be silly. Let us look
at the view."
“Look at me.”
His eyes were hardly less fiery
than the glowing end of his ciga
rette. They made Lynn's flesh tin
gle. He threw away the cigarette.
“Lynn, you romantic girl, this
scene enchants you because love
has stolen on you unaware. Neither
of us until now has ever known
what lov is/’.
"Do you think you know now?”
she retorted.
“You know I know it. You are
"I wish you’d sit farther away,”
she interrupted. "Why don’t you
make love to your own countrywom
"There isn’t in all India such a
lovely girl as you are.”
“How de you know? It’s true, isn’t
it, that most of them are kept in
seclusion and you're not allowed to
see them? Is that why you make
love to me? Why nut burgle a ze
"Lynn,” he said, "I don’t make
love. I am love. And you also. We
are love itself, as a musician be
comes music. Why waste the glo
rious hours?”
“What do you know about mu
sic?” she retorted. "Can you sing
Indian songs?”
“Yes, love songs! I play the gui
"You can? What fun! Why not
get it? There couldn’t be a more
perfect place for singing than this
garden wall in moonlight.”
Rundhia sensed that he had cast
his fly too boldly. She wasn’t hooked.
She needed more subtle persuasion.
He shouted to the servant to fetch
the guitar. There was no answer
the servant had taken him too strict
ly at his word, he was out of ear
shot. Rundhia shouted again and
again. He swore under his breath.
Then he governed his anger and
smiled at Lynn:
"Will you wait here if I go and
get it?”
“Yes, but—”
“You look murderous. Don’t whip
the servant!”
His undercover man was waiting
for him in the usual place, by the
gate in the wall that separated the
Maharajah's palace from Rundhia’s
—an unimportant-looking but pecu
liarly unmeek Hindu, who spoke in
a low voice without preliminary ges
tures of respect:
"The priests have learned of Cap
tain Norwood’s arrival. They sent
me to speak with his Eurasian spy,
O’Leary, who is a reptile. O’Leary
has already detected the opening of
the mine."
Rundhia thought swiftly, and
spoke slowly: "Go and tell the
priests that Captain Norwood is here
to line his own pocket. Say he is
in debt and seeks an opportunity to
pay his debts. His secret report
will be in favor of the highest bid
der. But don’t say you heard it
from me. Say O’Leary was drunk
and you heard it from him. Make
it perfectly clear to the priests that
any other officer than Norwood
would be scrupulously fair, so let
them think about it.”
Then Rundhia found a servant in
the garden of his own palace and
sent him running to fetch the guitar.
The palace front gate clanged be
hind Norwood. The sullen sentry
stood at ease, then easy and re
sumed his snooze. Norwood turned
his horse along the road by the pal
ace wall, riding slowly because the
sais was following on foot. He had
ridden about fifty yards to a curve
in the road when O’Leary stepped
forth from a shadow. He didn’t look
like O’Leary. He was wearing a
turban, and dressed like a dripping
wet, dirty Hindu of no caste or os
tensible occupation. Norwood drew
rein and listened, watching the road
for pedestrians.
“I didn’t stable the mare in the
city. She’s back in camp. I’ll need
her later.”
"What for?”
“As soon as I’m dressed decent
again, I’ll go back to the bazaar. I
told a yam about coming back to
camp for more money. I’m going
to need it.”
“What happened?”
"Plenty. I was right about Noor
Mahlam. They’ve ditched him. So
I did too. He was only ground bait.
He talked too much, then tried to
have me knifed to stop me talking.
They’d a trap set for me and I
walked straight into it. A woman.
I’ll tell you about her later she’d
fill a dictionary.”
"Never mind about the woman.
What happened?”
"Nothing happened there. It
couldn’t. I left your mare tied up
to the veranda railing, military
saddle and all, and your initials on
the bridle. So they couldn’t take
chances. And I could. And I did.”
"That’s enough about you. What
“Kindergarten stuff. Confidence
game. The woman’s bully flattered
me I knew the woman’s sister in
Lahore, and he said the woman’s
sister’d given me a rep for being
smarter than most, and a man o*
my word. Then he introduced me to
the woman. She’s all honey and poi
son. Sister my eye. Two words,
and I knew she was lying about
“Never mind her lies, or whose
sister she is. How much truth did
she tell you?”
“Not much, barring that I’m the
most exciting man she’d ever seen.
She was true enough excited, so I
knew the bully was listening in and
he weren’t her proper bully nei
ther he was someone who’d been
rung in on her, and she scared o’
him and not used to his ways. She
said there’d be a thousand rupees
for me if I’d act discreet.”
“Whose thousand rupees?” asked
“Trust your Moses O’Leary. I
asked her that quick. She said it
was Prince Rundhia’s thousand ru
pees, So I knew it wasn’t.”
“What does she want you to do?”
“She told me a mess o’ lies about
Prince Rundhia having quarrelled
with the temple Brahmins, and him
wanting to get back at ’em, to spite
’em. She told me, and I acted sur
prised, that there’s a diamond mine
in the temple area. There’s a thou
sand rupees for me if I persuade
you to run your survey line slap
through the temple area, so that
the mine will belong to the Mahara
jah instead of the temple priests.”
“What did you tell her?”
"I said you’re easy, but you’re
honest. I said I’ll have to find some
way of artfully deceiving you if
xoulix to da what’s needed- I said
I’d have to look into it, and I made
her tell me where the mine is and
how to get a look at it. She came
"How did she know?”
"She’d been told. And she was
out of her depth already. She want
ed word with the bully, and she
tried to get me to stay where I
was. But I thought of the bay mare
standing outside in the alley, and
she fidgety, and you fond o’ the
mare and liable to find fault with me
if she should come to harm. And I
guessed it 'ud be wise to look into
the woman’s story first.”
“You’d better leave that woman
and her bully guessing, and show
me the mine. Where is it?”
O’Leary pointed: "Two hours
from now, when the moon’s about
there, I can guide you to a place
where you can see along under the
apron of water.”
“Very well, O’Leary. Which way
did you come?”
"Short cut. Don’t you try it. Horse
might break a leg.”
‘All right, I’ll follow the road.
Meet me in camp.”
O’Leary vanished. Norwood had
ridden another fifty yards when he
heard angry shouting, several times
repeated. He wasn’t sure, but he
thought he also heard a girl's voice.
He rode forward slowly and then, a
bit alarmed by the ensuing silence,
stirred his horse to a canter. He
drew rein, looking upward at Lynn,
not much more than two or three
minutes after Rundhia had left her.
She was sitting in full moonlight on
top of the wall, on a cushion, with
one foot hanging over the wall and
her back against the kiosk.
"Hello!” he remarked. "Did Run
dhia leave you all alone here?”
"He said he’d come back.”
"Well, he’ll keep that promise.
How well do you know him?”
"I met him for the first time this
"Like him?”
"Shouldn’t I?”
"At your age, there is danger in
exotic likes and dislikes.”
"I’m twenty-two."
“You don’t look it. I had guessed
you as eighteen. However, no doubt
you know how to take care of your
self among men of your own race.
I’m taking it for granted that you’re
“Hello!” he remarked.
a nice girl with a sense of humor
but a bit rebellious against certain
sorts of restraint. All this is new,
and you’re enjoying it. You like the
Indian setting, and the novelty and
the moonlight and all that stuff.”
"Don’t you?”
“Yes. And I like you. I would
not like to hear of you making a
mess of your life for the sake of a
spot of excitement. You don’t un
derstand India. You don’t under
stand Rundhia.”
A shadow moved. Someone chuck
“Doesn’t she?”
Rundhia loomed on the wall with
a guitar in his hand. He smiled
down at Norwood. The moonlight
shone on his teeth.
"We were reaching a beautiful un
derstanding,” said Rundhia. “Are
you on your way to camp? Well, it’s
a grand night for a ride. Sorry
you’re tired and sleepy.”
Norwood eased his horse a little
nearer to the wall. He gave the
reins to the sais. In another mo
ment he was standing upright on the
saddle, with his head within six
inches of the top of the wall:
"I am not so sleepy as perhaps I
look,” he answered. “Give me a
hand up, Rundhia.”
Lynn watched. This was some
thing altogether new in her experi
ence. Rundhia hesitated. Moonlight
betrayed him. Rundhia felt tempted
to refuse. But he hadn’t the iron.
He could have scared the horse and
made Norwood look ridiculous. But
he hadn’t the nerve. Lynn felt sor
ry for him. With a shrug he handed
the guitar to her, in order to use
both hands to help Norwood scram
ble up the wall.
“You weren’t invited,” said Run
Norwood stared. “No. I noticed it.
Can you strum on that thing?”
Lynn spoke with all the malice she
could put into her voice:
“You like music, Captain Nor
wood? I supposed your line was en
gineering and ordering people
Norwood laughed. "Not about,
but abed. It’s late. However, let’s
hear Rundhia.”
“Yes, please sing.” Lynn knew
she hadn’t even scratched the sur
face of Norwood’s humor. So she
felt exasperated.
Rundhia smiled and plucked a
chord or two: "Ever hear this one?”
He sang beautifully. His voice
was a good tenor, and he handled
the guitar with care. He avoided
Norwood’s eyes. He sang to Lynn.
The words meant nothing to her, but
she couldn’t fail to perceive the pas
sion suggested by the B-flat minor
melody. At the end of a stanza,
Norwood interrupted:
"Damn that stuff, Rundhia! Sing
something decent.”
Rundhia aiissed. him. the
He thought he had him at a dis
"You sing,” he answered. “Per
haps you know something for good
little boys and girls. Do you know
any hymns?”
Norwood surprised both of them.
He took the guitar and changed the
tuning, struck some chords at ran
dom and then played the thing bet
ter than Rundhia could. He felt his
way through one air to another, un
til he found one that suited his mood.
Then he trolled out Kipling’s "On
the Road to Mandalay.”
He had a fine voice, baritone, and
he could whistle the chorus instead
of repeating familiar words. It
wasn’t great art, but it was manly.
It was decent. Where there “weren’t
no Ten Commandments,” Norwood
plainly had inviolable standards of
his own.
“As usual, the Army roars its slo
gans to the sky,” said Rundhia. "I
can imagine you In love with a Bur
mese woman, Norwood. Why not
apply for a Rangoon billet?”
"And miss this?” Norwood an
swered. He was looking at Lynn.
“Here’s your guitar. Are we go
He offered Lynn his arm and she
was too astonished to refuse. He
wasn’t her rightful escort. She hard
ly knew him, and what she did
know had annoyed her. However,
she found herself walking beside
him with her arm in his, and there
was nothing for Rundhia to do but
to follow them down the ancient
steps until the garden path was wide
enough for three abreast. Norwood
pressed Lynn’s arm to make her lis
ten. He spoke so low that she could
hardly hear him:
“The Maharanee is a dotard on
Rundhia. You can’t depend on her
for that reason. Leave Kadur the
moment your aunt is fit to travel.”
“Oh, you can’t guess—”
“Yes, I know. I was an orphan.
I was raised on stupid discipline
and fossilized injustice—Oh, hello,
Rundhia, you there? Thought you’d
stayed behind to pray or some
Rundhia was grinding his teeth.
He didn’t answer.
Lynn took pity on him: “When
will you show me the treasure
"When we’re alone,” Rundhia an
swered. Then, spitefully: "Ours is
one of the few treasures that haven’t
found their way to London.”
"You mean the others were plun
dered?" Lynn asked.
"Pawned,” said Norwood.
After that they walked in silence
to the palace front door.
"Good night,” said Rundh’a point
i edly.
Norwood smiled. "I’ll ask you to
be kind enough to see me to the gate,
Rundhia. The guard let me out once
tonight. They might think I’m my
own ghost if I turn up alone. Miss
Harding, you know why the beauti
ful Indian girls are locked up in
zenanas, don’t you?"
“Is that a conundrum? No, why?”
"Because good-looking Indi n men
I would be ashamed of ’emselves if
they couldn’t make Casanova look
like a mere amateur.”
“Are you being rude?”
Rundhia came to her aid: “Ex
cuse him, Lynn! Soldiers fold their
tents and leave their girls behind
them. They suppose all women are
alike. He meant it as a friendly
warning not to trust me.”
Lynn stood at bay on the palace
steps. It was on the tip of her
tongue to insult Norwood so thor
oughly that he would never presume
to speak to her again. She wasn’t
quite sure he didn’t expect that.
But she glanced from one man to
the other and changed her mind.
“How about a stroll as far as the
guesthouse to find out how your aunt
is?" Rundhia suggested.
"Thanks, nn nhnnp in
my bedroom. 1 will use that. Good
night. Good night, Captain Nor
Norwood changed into khaki and
followed O’Leary’s lantern. O’Leary
was nervous, talkative, deliberately
disrespectful. Being only one-third
Irish, two-thirds of his truculence
was assumed, not genuine. How
ever, Norwood understood that.
“Someone,” said O’Leary, "must
have overheard us talking near the
palace gate. I was followed to camp.
Heard him. Couldn’t see him. We’re
followed now. They’ll take your
number down unless you watch out.
All you officers believe, because
your uniform was made in London,
that you’ve only got to call the po
lice and—”
"Shut up.”
"All right, strafe me! That’s the
Army for you. I’m not Army. I’m
an underpaid civilian supernumer
ary. Sack me if you want to.
O’Leary resumed his discourse:
"Then believe this: while you was
performing an officer’s job wi’ a
banjo and a beauty, I sat thirsty
by the camp-fire, so the smoke 'ud
keep the skeeters off me, hoping for
one o’ my spies to show up. But
came along a man I don’t know.
Crep’ up surreptitious. Spoke Pun
jabi, mispronouncing it. It weren’t
his right language. Says he: ‘How
"Gave you money?”
"Not one anna! He wanted to
know your price to side with the
priests against the Maharajah.”
"What did you tell him?”
"What did you do?”
“He was gone too quick. I missed
him with the new iron skillet what
the cook had stuck to clean itself
among the embers. Damned nigh
red-hot. If I’d hit him, he’d ha’
sizzled. Point is that whoever sent
him will be figuring they tried the
wrong diplomacy. Next thing, knife
or bullet. Dodge ’em and look out
for poison. Make the cook taste
everything and then bury the cook.
From now on, I eat nothing. Even
whiskey ain’t safe. They can drill
and plug the bottle but it kills more
comforting than ground glass or
bamboo fiber. The priests know you
dined at the palace tonight. They’re
dead sure the Maharajah greased
your palm. Well—there’s where the
dump is. ’Tain’t safe to go closer.”
"Wait here,” said Norwood.
O’Leary picked up a stick. He
shadowed Norwood along the foot
path, until Norwood peered beneath
the waterfall. He had to stand on
a slippery ledge of rock. As O’Lea
ry had foretold, the moon's rays did
wanly penetrate, hut it was torch
uH th^t revealed 1’ ‘u
Norwood stood there tor several
minutes watching spectral figures
dump blue clay from baskets, to be
carried away by the river.
"Look out!” yelled O’Leary.
Norwood jumped. A living cobra,
flung by an unseen hand, struck his
face—fell writhing—struck—missed.
Norwood almost fell into the pool
beneath the waterfall, but O’Leary
crashed him, shoved, almost fell in,
too, but scrambled—regained his
footing—attacked the cobra—beat it
with the long stick, slew it.
"Now are you satisfied! Lied to
you, did I? Going on in through the
hole, or acting sensible? Want to
know how it feels to be pitched
in the dark down a diamond mine?”
"Back to camp,” said Norwood.
“Thank you, I’ll take whiskey!
Watch your step, and watch your
Uncle Moses. If I signal, don’t call
me a liar, duck quick!”
(To be continued)
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WHEREAS, as a precautionary measure to
prevent fire* to prevent the innumerable ac
cidents through the individual u«e of fireworks
and for the general preservation of the public
peace, property, health and safety of the Vil
lage of Bluffton. Ohio, it ia deemed necessary
to enact thia ordinance prohibiting the sale or
purchase at retail, or the use of fireworks with
in the Village of Bluffton, Ohio Now, there
Section 1. Fireworks. The term "FireworkiT
as used in this ordinance shall mean all rock
ets. roman candles, bombs, balloons, wheels
and other substance? and devices for pyro
technic display all firecrackers, blank cart
ridges, torpedoes, and concussion canes, pistole
and other devices for the explosion of caps or
cartridges, or any substance or device intend
ed or designed to produce a visible or audi
ble pyrotechnic effect by combustion, explosion,
deflagration or detonation, except sparklers,
blacksnakes, colored fires or flares, and non
explosive novelties.
The term “fireworks" as used in this or
dinance shall not apply to the possession,
storage, sale and use by railroad and trans
portation companies of such signal devices as
may be necessary for the safe operation of
railroads and other classes of public or private
transportation: nor shall the term include
those chemicals, compounds or substances
which are used in blasting or for chemical or
industrial purposes nor the lawful possession,
storage, sale or use of firearms and ammuni
Section 2. It shall be unlawful for any per
son, firm or corporation to offer for sale at
retail or to sell at retail to loan, barter, de
liver or give away within the Village of
Bluflton, Ohio, any fireworks as defined in
Section 1. except to holders of permits as
provided in Swtion 4.
Section 3. It shall be unlawful for any per
son. firm or corixjration to purchase at retail,
use. fire, set off. discharge, set in motion or
to ignite within the Village of Bluffton. Ohio,
any fireworks as described in Section 1, except
as provided in Section 4.
Section 4 Special permission may be grant
ed to persons, firms or corporations for the
purchase of fireworks as described in Section 1
and their use at a public gathering, provided
an application is filed with the mayor setting
forth the name of the applicant, the time and
the place of the exhibition. The mayor, on
being satisfied that the applicant will use the
fireworks in a public exhibition and being
satisfied thnt all reasonable precautions will
be exercised with regard to the protection
of the lives and property of all persons, may
issue a permit which shall permit the use of
fireworks at the time and place set out in
the application.
Section 5. Any person, firm or corporation
who shall violate any of the provisions of
Sections 2 and or 3 of this ordinance shall
be deemed guilty of a misdemeanor, and upon
conviction thereof shall be fined not lees than
325.00 nor more than 100.00 for each offense
each and every day on which an act is done or
a condition permitted to exist in violation of
this ordinance shall be deemed a separate and
distinct offense.
Section 6. Each nnd every provision or sec
tion of this ordinance shall be deemed a sep
arate. severable and independent provision or
section, and the invalidity or any section or
sections, provision or provisions, shall not af
fect the validity of the remaining sections or
Section 7. This ordinance shall take effect
and be in force from and after the earlieet
period allowed by law.
Passed March 4. 1940.
President of the Council.
Approved March 4. 1940.
W. A. HOWE, Mayor.
Attest: James F. WEST. Clerk 46
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