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THURSDAY, MAY 23, 1940
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TALBOT
MUNDY
COPYRIGHT-by TALBOT MUNDY
THE STORY
CHAPTER I—Captain Carl Norwood has
been sent from bis native England to the
Kadur River distnct in India, along with his
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 II—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 III—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.
CHAPTER TV—At a banquet that night
tn the palace, attended by Captain Nor
wood. Mrs. Harding takes one of the native
doctor's pills, and becomes violently ill. She
is placed in bed and arrangements are
made for Lynn to move out of the quarters
with her aunt and stay with the Maharanee.
CHAPTER V—That evening Prince Run
dhia attempts to make love to Lynn. She is
unwilling to listen to him, and at the crucial
moment Norwood appears on the scene,
much to Rundhia's disgust Norwood sees
her home.
CHAPTER VI—O’Leary has located the
secret entrance to the diamond mine which
is being worked by the temple priests. He
takes Norwood to the mine, where death is
narrowly averted when a live cobra is
thrown in Norwood’s face. Later Norwood
visits the Brahmin priests, one of whom
slyly slips a packet of diamonds in his
pocket, unknown to Norwood. They are in
tended as a bribe.
CHAPTER VII—While Norwood is talking
to Lynn the diamonds fall from his pocket.
She notices them, and sees that he is sur
prised. Later, when Rundhia tries to make
love to her, she mentions the diamonds in
order to divert his mind. She realizes it
was a mistake.
CHAPTER Vin—Rundhia, though cha
grined by Lynn’s attitude, is elated to hear
of the diamonds. He goes immediately to
the British Residency, and tells the Resident
of the diamonds, accusing Norwood of tak
ing a bribe. He also reveals that Lynn
told him.
CHAPTER IX—The Maharanee knows of
the ill-feeling between Lynn and her aunt,
who has threatened to leave Lynn penni
less. She offers Lynn, whom she has grown
to love, a position la the palace so she will
be free from her aunt. During this time
Norwood has called at the Resident’s office
to tell him about the diamonds. The Resi
dent, skeptical at first, has already heard
the story from Rundhia, and thinks that
Norwood may be trying to "cover up.”
CHAPTER X—O’Leary gets further news.
He hears in the market place that Norwood
hat been bribed, and reports his findings to
hit master. Norwood is anxious i’or Lynn
and her aunt to leave the palace, knowing
Rundhia’s intentions. He calls and sees
Mrs. Harding and tells her she is far too
hian-handed in the treatment of her niece.
CHAPTER XI—O’Leary again has star
tling news. He tells Norwood that the na
tive gamblers are betting that the Maharaja
will be dead within 24 hours. Norwood
tries an experiment. He has taken a sample
of the food given Mrs. Harding and tries to
feed it to a dog, who becomes extremely
sick.
CHAPTER XII—Lynn refuses to heed her
aunt who wants to leave the palace. She
writes a note to Norwood which is intercept
ed by Rundhia. By mistake it goes to Mrs.
Harding, who keeps it.
CHAPTER XIII—Rundhia informs the
Bengali doctor that he may quit administer
ing his drugs to Mrs. Harding, but tells him
that Norwood must be killed. The doctor
has also been administering a slow poison
to the Maharajah, under Rundhia’s orders.
Rundhia will rule Kadur upon the death of
his uncle. The Maharanee tells Lynn that
Rundhia will save Captain Norwood provid
ing she will marry him. Lynn accepts.
CHAPTER XIV—Norwood finds that a na
tive scoundrel named Gulbaz is in Kadur
City, and is planning some kind of a shady
coup. He refuses O'Leary permission to
harm Gulbaz. but allows him to call at
his headquarters.
CHAPTER XV—O’Leary calls on Gulbaz.
telling him he has information to sell. Gul
baz is not Interested, so O'Leary knows a
definite plot is afoot to kill Norwood, else
Gulbaz would have offered to buy the in
formation. The manservant decides to
take steps to protect his master.
CHAPTER XVI—Rundhia and Lynn are
together. She hears the sound of guns,
seemingly from Norwood's camp, and asks
Rundhia about them. He makes light of
them. Then he tells her that Norwood has
torn up her letter. She does not know the
Captain never received it.
CHAPTER XVII—The Resident calls on
Mrs. Harding, finds that she has, by mis
take. been handed Lynn’s *note to Norwood.
She has not passed it on to the captain, and
the Resident warns her that sne cannot
leave Kadur until she helps Norwood out of
his difficulties.
VHAriEK XVII
The Resident was worried. In
view of the prevalent political un
rest and of the convenient fact that
the State of Kadur had been quies
cent for years, he had received con
fidential instructions from his State
Department to be very discreet in
his relations with the court of Kadur.
It was impossible to misinterpret
the order. It was plainly worded.
He was not to interfere, if it could
possibly be helped.
On the other hand, he had tdis
covered, rather to his annoyance,
that Norwood was a very likeable
person, with an exceptionally good
service record. Even prejudice
couldn’t make him believe that Nor
wood had accepted a bribe. It might
be impossible to prove that Nor
wood hadn’t accepted one, and there
might be a cloud over Norwood’s
career forever after. But the Resi
dent hadn’t a doubt that Rundhia, or
else perhaps the priests, or even
both of them in some nefarious se
cret alliance, had framed Norwood.
He was inclined to believe that the
priests’ agents had bought Rundhia,
with a view to some political ad
vantage after Rundhia should have
come to the throne. Rundhia, he
suspected, would do almost anything
for cash.
Not being a fool, nor even a very
unimaginative man, he suspected
that Norwood’s interest in Lynn
Harding was something rather more
than platonic.
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thing of Rundhia: even believe that
Rundhia might act honorably, if hon
or and the circumstances didn’t
clash with Rundhia’s convenience.
The Resident liked Rundhia. Al
most everyone did who knew him.
But it was a bit difficult to sepa
rate Rundhia, from Rundhia’s unre
generate inclinations and his record.
So the Resident wrote a report,
marked “secret,” to the State De
partment, in which he respectfully
urged His Majesty the King’s ad
visers to oppose Prince Rundhia’s
succession to the throne of Kadur.
He had small doubt that his advice
would be found acceptable.
But that wasn’t going to save Nor
wood. It was far more likely to
ruin Norwood, because Rundhia em
ployed a secret agent in Delhi, who
would learn of the Indian Govern
ment’s intentions about the veto in
next to no time. Rundhia, and Run
dhia's friends, would jump to the
conclusion that Norwood had been
using secret influence in order to
get back at Rundhia for the accusa
tion of bribery. Rundhia and his
friends would strike back, and there
would be so much purchased, per
jured evidence produced, that Nor
wood would have no chance what
ever.
So the Resident decided to do
some private investigation on his
own account.
There was nothing for it but to
call on Mrs. Harding and to ask
her to summon Lynn to the guest
house for a confidential interview.
He detested Mrs. Harding. He knew
she was a snob and he suspected her
of being a title-huntress. He had
called on her once, and she had
been damned rude, because she
hadn’t understood his position she
had suspected him of being merely
one more penurious British officer
who wished to make Lynn’s ac
quaintance. But there are lots of
unpleasant tasks that a man feels
called on to undertake, in the course
of duty, so the Resident ordered his
car and set forth, calling en route
at the Post Office to register his let
ter to the Department of State, so
that his Parsee secretary shouldn’t
know about it and be tempted to
talk.
Aunty Harding’s locked and la
belled trunks stood in a severe row
at one end of the veranda. Aunty
Harding reposed on pillows at the
other end, w?here she received the
Resident with hostile politeness. The
veranda faced away from the sun
set and the surrounding trees cast
a deep shadow, so the electric light
had been turned on in the living
room, and the only light there was
came through the living-room win
dow. Aunty Harding couldn’t see
him very well, and she hadn’t her
spectacles. But she remembered his
name, and she had learned, indi
rectly, since their first interview,
that he was a personage. So she
bristled self-defensively and patron
ized him.
“Mayn’t I offer you whiskey? You
English are such devotees of that
drink, aren’t you. In the States, our
men drink Bourbon. Please smoke.”
“I came to talk with Miss Lynn
Harding.”
“You will have to look for her
elsewhere.”
“Oh, I know she's at the palace.
Isn’t there a telephone? Could you
ask her to come here a moment?
It won’t take long. I merely want
to ask her a few questions.”
“I can’t do what you ask. I am
no longer responsible for Lynn. If
I should summon her she wouldn’t
obey me.”
“Oh? I hope nothing serious
has—”
“A plot! Dishonorable! Contempt
ible! I won’t bore you with my pri
vate affairs. It is sufficient to say
that I received an insolent communi
cation from the Maharanee. She has
invited Lynn to stay w’ith her—with
out consulting me, mind you. And I
have received an astonishing note
from my niece, addressed to me,
I*
“No, why should I?**
but intended for Captain Norwood,
of all impossible people! As if I
were a mail box! And as if I didn’t
know what is being said about Cap
tain Norwood! It was a deliberately
malicious insult to me!”
“Did you forward the note to Cap
tain Norwood?”
“No. Why should I?”
“May 1 see it?”
“No. Certainly not.”
“Well, Mrs. Harding, I think you
are within your rights about that.
Quite commendable. Yes. Very. But
shouldn’t Norwood get it? If you
care to put it in an envelope and
seal it, I will have it sent to him
by a very reliable messenger.”
“One more effort to make of me
a mere convenience! I won’t do it.”
The Resident, having felt out Mrs.
Harding’s punches, countered. He
began his attack:
"Mrs. Harding, it is quite true
that you don’t know what is going
on. If it weren't that Captain Nor
wood, who is a gentleman whose
opinion I respect, has assured me
that your niece is a thoroughly nice
girl—”
“How does he know?” Aunty in
terrupted.
“He is an officer of unblemished
record, and a gentleman who has
never done a shabby thing in his
life. That is why I value his opin
ion.”
Aunty interrupted: “I have my
own opinion of an ‘officer and a gen
tleman’ about whom even babus and
servants gossip. If Lynn had wished
to associate herself with common
graft and bribery, she might better
have remained in America. We have
plenty of corrupt officials—mostly of
foreign extraction, I am thankful
to say. Many of them Irish,” she
added.
The Resident smiled: “Yes, Mrs.
Harding. I confess to being Irish.
So look out! I will take no nonsense
from you. If necessary, I will con
front you with Captain Norwood and
let him demand that letter.”
“What if I destroy it?”
“I will have you arrested.”
“I am leaving tonight,” said
Aunty Harding, firmly.
“Oh, yes? It is a long way from
here to the station. You have a lot
of luggage. You propose to catch
the midnight train?”
“I have made my own arrange
ments with a native contractor,
thank you.”
“I understand, then, that you pro
pose to go away at midnight, leav
ing your niece to her own devices.”
“Yes.”
“Well, that is perhaps outside my
province. But there is no question
about my responsibility in connec
tion with Captain Norwood. He is
a distinguished young officer, in tem
porary difficulty, who needs all the
legitimate help he can get. He is
well connected, and popular. He is
the younger brother of the very dis
tinguished Earl of Ashlawn. Num
bers of people would be shocked if
Norwood were disgraced. You have
a letter belonging to Captain Nor
wood, that he possibly needs. Think
that over, Mrs. Harding. It is now
up to you. Good evening.”
CHAPTER XVIII
Norwood went the round of the
sentries. There were only four of
them. They had already received
orders from Sergeant Stoddart. Nor
wood repeated the instructions:
“There are thieves in the neigh
borhood, and there is a rumor that
there might be a raid on the camp.
It isn’t likely to be anything serious,
but look out for it. Don’t kill any
one if you can help it. In any
event, you are to challenge three
times and then fire your first shot
in the air. I am expecting visitors,
who may perhaps approach stealthi
ly, because their business is secret.
So look out for them, and be care
ful not to mistake them for thieves.”
He returned to his tent, where
O’Leary sat holding an empty glass
with futile optimism.
“Get out of here, now, and make
yourself useful.”
“Me—useful?”
“Yes. Those Brahmins with whom
I talked down near the waterfall
this morning—”
“Yeah, they slipped one over on
you! I heard all about it.”
“Hold your tongue then. I expect
they’ll be coming to talk to me
about my visiting the mine.”
“You need a nurse,” O’Leary an
swered. “You’d never get your
brass hat one of these days if it
weren’t for your Uncle Moses. Them
there Brahmins are as likely to
come and talk to you tonight as I
am to kiss the Queen of England.
They figure they’ve bought you. And
they figure they can prove it on
you, if you don’t come across.
They’ll sit quiet, them Brahmins
will. What you’re up against is
what I warned you. That Bengali
doctor was too scared for his own
skin to be telling me lies. Set your
lamp to one side of the tent and
eat your supper in shadow, if you
can’t eat in the dark. Watch out
they don’t chuck no more cobras
at you. They’ve guns. They’ve au
tomatics. And there’s Gulbaz in
back o’ this, so watch out. Gulbaz
and a woman.”
Norwood stared at him. “Wom
an?” he said. “What do you mean?”
“You told me to mind my own
business. This ain’t my business.”
“Talk!”
“How about another whiskey?”
“Do you wish to be sat in the
cook-fire?”
“You’d spoil your supper! But I’ve
been thinking. If you want to know
what I was thinking, I’ll tell you.
Barring two or three injustices
you’ve done to me, and I’m of a
forgiving disposition, there’s only
one man in Kadur, by my reckon
ing, who’d pay money to see you
dead and buried.”
“You may name him.”
“Name him yourself. Him and
you was thumbing a guitar and sing
ing to the same girl. Let’s suppose
he knows, for instance, that the
priests slipped you a bribe. And let’s
suppose he thinks you’re honest.
Let’s suppose he thinks you’ll earn
the bribe and fix it so the priests
win their case. And him heir to
the throne. And him and you mash
ing the same golden-haired beauty.
He’d be as officer-headed as you
are if he didn’t hit quick—and below
the belt. He’ll hit hard! What’s to
stop him from spiking the Brahm
ins’ case by getting them blamed
for having murdered yon? Answer
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that one? Why not lay off the girl?
If I was you, I’d—”
“Don’t let me have to caution
you too often, O’Leary. What I
expect from you is information. I
do my own thinking, if should
ever need advice from you I'll tell
you.”
’Tain’t never no use advising
nobody about no woman,” said
O’Leary. “I know symptoms when
I see ’em. All right, mum’s the
word, I ain’t saying nothin’.”
“Get out of here.”
After supper, Norwood wrote an
other letter to Lynn Harding. He
didn’t tear up that one. He ad
dressed it in care of Mrs. Harding
at the guesthouse, and then stuck it
into his tunic pocket. He was still
undecided. Determined, but not
ready with his plan. O’Leary came
and warned him again about sitting
too near the lamp, so he went out
side the tent and sat in the shadow
cast by the rising full moon. A
sentry challenged.
“Careful!” Norwood shouted.
“Don’t shoot unless you have to.
And don’t shoot to kill!”
A bullet whizzed past him—then
another. They came from two di
rections.
“Sentries, hold your fire!” he
shouted.
Stoddart came charging up.
breathing hard, fastening his tunic
and belt as he ran.
“All present, sir! AH ready!”
“Very well, Stoddart. Keep your
hair on. Post two men to guard my
tent. Send two to the horse-line and
the remainder to guard the store
tent. Thieves—I think.”
Norwood walked ahead into the
darkness, shadowed by O’Leary.
“Now what?” asked O’Leary.
"For the love o’—”
“Fetch a lantern on a long stick.
Hurry.”
Norwood stood in deep black
shadow waiting for him. O’Leary
ran up with a lantern at the end
of a very long stick—at least ten
feet long.
“Give that to me. Next shot they
fire, raise a yell that I’m hit.”
“Okay. I get you. You’re a cred
it to your Uncle Moses.”
Norwood held the pole extended
toward his left to its limit. He
walked forward. The lantern danced
as if it were in someone’s hand. A
bullet spat out of the darkness. Nor
wood fell. O’Leary shouted at the
top of his lungs:
“Stoddart! Hi there, Stoddart!
They’ve shot the Captain! He’s
dead! They hit him through the
heart!”
Stoddart and four men came hur
rying. Norwood whispered:
“Pick me up. Carry me into the
tent feet first.”
“Mournful and solemn,” O’Leary
added.
“Lay me on the cot in full lamp
light. Spread a sheet over me,”
said Norwood.
“He’s as dead as trouble,” said
O’Leary.
So they carried Norwood to the
cot and there he lay, in lamplight,
while Stoddart slightly overdid the
business of taking over command.
O’Leary scouted. At the end of ten
minutes, O'Leary returned to the
tent.
“That’s done it. They’ve gone. I
crashed among the bushes like a
pig with a panther after him. No
body fired a shot. There wasn’t a
sound. They’ve gone for good. All
Kadur will know that you’re dead,
within twenty minutes. They may
even tell ’em the news at the pal
ace, though I doubt that. Palaces
get the news late, after other folks
have had time to lay their bets.”
Norwood sat up. He stared at
O’Leary. O’Leary held his tongue.
He watched, waited. Norwood didn’t
speak for sixty seconds. Then:
“O’Leary, there is just one chance
in fifty that Prince Rundhia is on
the wall, by that kiosk, where he
was last night.”
It almost seemed as if the night
knew that Norwood had made up
his mind. He was riding a fresh
horse, but he didn’t hurry. He was
followed by a mounted sais, and by
O’Leary on another horse. The
horses, the sais and O’Leary be
haved like a snake’s tail. They fol
lowed the head without asking ques
tions. Norwood gave no orders. He
didn’t tell O’Leary what he intended
to do. But as they came near the
palace garden wall, he reduced the
speed a little and O’Leary, without
needing to be told to do it, went
scouting ahead.
O’Leary, on the other side, made
plenty of noise. He made a signal,
pointing with his right arm, as he
broke from shadow into moonlight.
There was nothing mysterious about
his signal he simply pointed to the
swinging tendril of a baobab. It
overhung the wall in search of earth
in which to take root. It looked
like a python, swaying slightly, in
the faint evening breeze.
That made it very easy for Nor
wood. He drew rein beneath the
baobab tendril. He didn’t even have
to stand in the saddle to reach it.
The sais rode forward and took the
reins. Norwood climbed the tendril,
hand over hand, swung himself on
to the wall, and walked forward.
As he emerged out of the shadow
of the overhanging trees, he saw
O’Leary looking backward toward
him. Norwood extended both arms
and moved them slightly up and
down. That was an order to O’Leary
to patrol the road. Norwood want
ed no witnesses. He walked for
ward along the wall, toward the
kiosk, where Rundhia stood talking
to Lynn.
Lynn saw him first. She looked
startled and Rundhia faced about—
for a moment speechless.
"You, is it!” he said. “What the
devil do you mean, climbing walls
at this hour of the night?”
“I came looking for you. No, it
isn’t my ghost. They missed me.
Did you hear the shooting? Aren’t
you rather a duffer at choosing
marksmen?”
“I don’t know and I don’t care
what you mean by that remark,”
said Rundhia. “Get off the wall.”
“When I’m ready. Rundhia, what
have you been saying about me?”
“You flatter yourself. I don’t care
to talk abayj you.”____ ___ _____
OHIO-------------
“What did you say to the Resi
dent? He mentioned that you had
called to see him.”
“Did he? Well, my conversation
with the Resident was confidential.”
“So was mine, Rundhia. Say to
me what you said to him.”
“You may go to the devil.” Run
dhia glanced backward at Lynn,
then sneered at Norwood: “People
who pocket bribes are not entitled
It wasn’t exactly a haymaker. It
was a right-handed wallop without
any ringside pedigree, but with all
the strength, contempt and anger of
a clean-living man behind it, that
landed on Rundhia's chin like a gun
going off. It brought a laugh from
O’Leary, who couldn’t possibly
have seen it. Rundhia reeled back
ward toward the garden as if pole
axed, out for the count. He did a
forward knife-bend on the edge of
the wall, and toppled backward into
the darkness. The crash of shrub
bery announced that he had fallen
soft. Norwood glanced at Lynn then:
“Just a minute, please.”
He ran down the steps to take a
look at Rundhia and dragged him
out of the shrubbery on to the path.
He made a rough estimate that no
bones were broken and let him lie
there. He returned up the steps
and confronted Lynn.
“I suppose you've killed him.”
“Oh, no.”
They could see each other almost
as distinctly as in full daylight.
Lynn’s hair was a mass of spun
gold. Her emotions, revealed on
her face, her parted lips, her star
tled, questioning, proud eyes drove
out of Norwood’s mind the few terse
phrases that he had prepared. He
said suddenly, because he couldn’t
think of anything else to say:
“What are you doing in that
make-up?”
“You should have hit me,” Lynn
answered. “That was a cowardly
blow. You gave him no warning.
Are you sure you haven’t killed
him?”
“I’m afraid he’ll live. Is it true,
Miss Harding, that you told Rundhia
about a packet of diamonds that you
saw drop from my pocket this morn
ing?”
“Yes.”
Norwood stared at her. She didn’t
flinch. She continued speaking aft
er a moment:
“That is why I wrote inviting you
to come and see me. I wanted to
tell you what I had done, and to ex
plain how I came to do it, and to
apologize.”
“I didn’t believe you had said it,”
Norwood answered. “I came to—”
Lynn interrupted: “I did say it.
It was my fault. I wish you had hit
me, instead of Rundhia. I would
have preferred that to the humilia
tion of being despised and of be
ing—”
Rundhia moaned on the path in
the darkness below.
“Captain Norwood, I must go and
help Rundhia. Will you please let
me pass?”
“No,” said Norwood. “I will shout
for servants presently, to carry him
to bed.”
“His nose may be bleeding!”
“Serve him right. I came to tell
you—”
“I can’t bear to be told. I know.
You’re too late, Captain Norwood.
I have heard that what I said has
Lynn interrupted: “I did say it.”
got you into serious trouble. I am
ashamed of it, if that is what you
want to know. If you had read
my—”
Norwood interrupted her. “What
do you mean by too late?”
“If you had answered my letter—”
Lynn’s lips were trembling. She
was. choking “Rundhia—”
(To be continued)
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of Mrs. Sarah Oates and Miss
Clarabel Owens.
Mr. and Mrs. C. E. Klingler and
son called at the Carl McCafferty
home Sunday afternoon.
Mr. and Mrs. Purl Hartman and
FOOT SUFFERERS
CONDITIONS
OFTEN
RELATED TO
WEAK FEET
A
NECK AND HEAD
Stiff Neck
Neuritis
SPINE AND PELVIS
Postural Defects
Arthritis
Rheumatic Pains
Unlevel Hips
Unlevel Shoulders
THIGH AND CALF
Cramps
Muscle Pains
ANKLE AND FOOT
Arthritis
Rheumatic Pains
Flat Feet
Swollen Ankle*
Rigid Joints
Hi-Boys!
i? i*
ALLi?i?
BASEBALL CAPS
RED AND WHITE—BIG LEAGUE MODEL
SATURDAY, MAY 25th
‘‘ABSOLUTELY FREE” to all customers.
SAVE 2C
Per gallon under our normal price every day
BRILLIANT BRONZE
POLYMERIZED—LEADED—REGULAR or
ETHYL Gasolene
FOR THOSE WHO WANT THE BEST
AT ALL
BRILLIANT BRONZE STATIONS
Ralph Diller Service Station
South Main Street & Bentley Road
Phone 455-Y for Tank Truck deliveries.
Third Grade (CHEAP) Gasolene it NOT sold at
BRILLIANT BRONZE STATIONS.
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daughter Donna and son Floyd call
ed Sunday evening at the 0. P.
Hartman home.
Past week callers at the Chas.
Montgomery home were Mrs. Mohl
er, Mrs. Hattie Turner, Mrs. John
W. Wilkins and children, Mr. Bill
Seiser, Mrs. Ira Kimmel and daugh
ter Marcella.
Rubber Spear Gun
Spearing fish under water with a
newly developed rubber spear gun
is the newest sport in Miami, Fla.
It’s real sportsmanship, for you have
to hold your breath, dive, look
around for a fish, aim and fire, all
in less than a minute. The new
guns and masks were invented by a
Miami university student, Chenault
Elmore. Spearing 50 pounds of fish
in a half hour is no trick at all for
an expert in these waters. The gun
is rubber slung, like a sling-shot
and deadly accurate. The masks
are face fitting when submerged
and water tight.
ATTEHTIOHl]
Special Representative from the
makers of Health Spot Shoes will
be at our star*
May 27-28-29-31
June 1
Weak feet' roll to the inside,
cramping nerves and blood vessels,
causing poor posture and related
ailments that affect YOUR EN
TIRE BODY.
FREE
FOOT BALANCE TEST
Learn the real answer to foot com
fort how weak feet con be
Straightened up and your body
weight balanced in your feet, re
leasing cramped nerves and blood
vessels—often relieving aches and
fains of long standing. BE SURE
jo COME IN. NO CHARGE.
O COME IN. NO CHARGE.
®I W. H. GRATZ FOOTWEARSHOP
“Corrective Fitting A Specialty”
Bluffton, Ohio
FOR MEN. WOMEN AND CHILDREN
NEW YORK
Ont-Way 910.80 Round Trip $19.45
OTHER REDUCED FARES___
One Round
Every child and most adults will want one.
_______ Get your child a genuine Baseball Cap!________
Way Trip
Niagara Fall* ......... ...17.95 114.35
Mackinaw City .... ... 9.79 17.50
Quebec, Canada ...19.59 35.10
Toronto, anada ... 7.45 13.45
Washington. I). C. ... 8.80 15.85
Chattanooga ........... ... 6.25 10.75
Denver, Coi.............. .. .18.40 33.55
Dallas. Texas .... ...15.15 27.30
Spokane, Wash. .. ...31.80 57.25
Milwaukee .............. ... 4.55 8.20
Pine Restaurant
IN. Main St. Phone 368-W

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