THURSDAY, JUNE 27, 1940
CHAPTER I—Charming, wealthy Gabri
ella (Gay for short) Graham, engaged to
Todd Janeway, returns to a cabin in the
Maine woods accompanied by a friend, Kate
Oliver. The idea of a stay at the cabin oc
curred to her when she received a key to it
following the death of her godfather. Uncle
John Lawrence. The two girls notice im
mediately that someone has been, and prob
ably is, living in the cabin. Kate suspects
that Gay knows the identity of the mysteri
She couldn’t force Gay to tell her.
Kate regarded with satisfaction a
bun on a long toasting-fork which
she held over the bed of embers in
the fireplace. She would be obliged
to bear with her curiosity until the
owner of the sweater appeared. He
was taking his time about it. She
and Gay had unpacked the rumble
of the coupe. They had found a can
of kerosene beside the back steps
and had filled and lit every lamp in
the cabin. They had brought two
pails of water up from the lake.
Preparations for a late supper were
well under way, now, and still he
had not appeared.
Gay was in the room which she’d
called the master-bedroom chang
ing her clothes. She’d gotten her
self pretty wet bringing water up
from the lake. Was it deliberate?
Kate wondered, not without just rea
son for suspicion. What effect was
she creating, now, before the mir
ror above the chest of drawers?
She sounded very blithe and gay.
Her voice, sweet and husky, influ
enced, no doubt, by the night-club
singer who was the latest enthusi
asm of Gay and her intimates,
floated out through the open door.
She was singing with the radio.
Appropriate, Kate thought. Whew!
A smell of scorching recalled her
attention to the bun. She removed
it from the fork, placed it with three
others on a plate keeping warm on
the hearth. The coffee was boiling
over. Kate rose from the foot-stool
on which she sat and bent forward
to lift the pot from the bed of em
bers. Pale brown bubbles foamed
down over her hand. The exclama
tion she gave, sharp and unstudied,
stopped the singing. Gay came into
the room knotting a scarf around
“Salty language, my friend,” she
said. “Oh, you’ve burned your hand.
Here, let me take it.” She unknot
ted the scarf and wadded it around
the handle of the pot. “Does it hurt
“I’ll probably survive.” Kate
flapped her injured hand. So the
key-note was to be simplicity, she
thought, considering Gay’s appear
ance with a quizzically lifted brow.
She wore a dark wool skirt, a white
wool jumper, ghillies and white an
gora socks. She had brushed her
red-brown hair into a softly curling
halo tied with a bright blue ribbon.
Her face had a scrubbed and shin
ing look. The freckles across her
nose, undisguised by powder, were
young and endearing. Kate smiled.
“Isn’t the lip-stick out of key?” she
“It points the contrast.” Gay, un
abashed, returned Kate’s smile.
“The coffee smells marvelous.” She
poured the dark brown liquid into
cups from the picnic-hamper ar
ranged with plates and forks and
spoons on the low table beside the
“Does it? I hadn’t noticed.” Kate
returned to the foot-stool. “I can’t
smell anything except that perfume.
It’s certainly off-key.”
“No it isn’t.” Gay pulled an arm
chair close to the table, settled her
self, bit into a sandwich. "It
breathes of the great out-of-doors,
crushed ferns, mossy dells, moor
land heather. I bought it especially
for the occasion.”
Kate made a derisive gesture. “It
breathes of Fifth Avenue and the Sil
ver Room at the Ritz.”
“Maybe you’re right,” Gay said
amicably. “I adore hamburgers.
Toasting them was an inspiration.
But she ate scarcely anything. She
was listening, waiting, Kate thought,
preoccupied with heaven only knew
what thoughts, memories, anticipa
tions. The continuing ripple of ir
relevant comment was a smoke
screen deliberately raised. In the
intervals of silence when she lay
back in the chair, her arms crossed
under her head, Kate observed her
warily. She wras excited. That was
obvious. But, though she smiled,
her face in repose reflected some
more tender emotion.
“Don’t you think—” she began
and stopped short. There were
sounds outside the cabin, an expir
ing exhaust, a motor suddenly si
lenced, a brake jerked on, a door
resoundingly slammed. Kate, watch
ing Gay, saw her start forward,
saw the bright trembling expectan
cy, unrelieved by humor or brava
do which, for an instant, illuminated
her face. Then, conscious of Kate’s
intent and somewhat disconcerted
gaze, she slowly relaxed. Compo
sure slipped like a mask across her
face. She sat back in the chair.
“Arriving in a cloud of dust,” she
said, her voice only a little shaken,
her eyes turning from Kate to the
“Mud, which must certainly spoil
the effect.0 Kate rose from the foot
stool. “Well, let us be brave. Me,
to the end” of the hearth and" stood
leaning against the chimney, her
arm on the low mantel shelf.
On the radio a baritone sang melt
ingly of a rendezvous on the Isle of
Capri. Through the music came the
sound of a door explosively opened,
resolute footsteps thudding across
the kitchen floor. Kate’s eyes turned
from Gay’s profile to the door.
“Impetuous,” she murmured. “He
seems to be in a hurry.”
He appeared almost before she
had completed the thought, a tall,
rangy young man in corduroys and
a leather coat, the brim of a dark
felt hat pulled down over his eyes.
He halted abruptly in the doorway,
stood surveying the brightly lit room
with an expression which changed,
as Kate watched, from brusque in
quiry to blank amazement. His
face, lean and brown, with promi
nent cheek-bones and jaw line, was
vaguely familiar. She had seen him
somewhere, in a quite different set
“Hello, John.” Gay’s voice sound
ed completely natural, neither very
cordial nor very aloof, certainly not
at all surprised. Kate heard her
rise from the chair. The young man
in the door-way slowly removed his
hat. His hair was thick and dark
and cut short to thwart, Kate sus
pected, a tendency toward waves.
She doubted whether, after the first
quick glance, he was aware of her
presence in the room. His eyes re
mained fixed upon Gay.
“Gay—” he said slowly, incredu
He had a beautiful mouth. “Beau
tiful” wasn’t a w’ord you used to
describe a man, Kate told herself.
It was beautiful, though, generous,
sensitive, expressive. Wondering
recognition kindled in his dark eyes.
For an unguarded moment some
strong emotion gave his dark, rath
er grave face a glancing brilliance.
Kate found herself, in that moment
of silence, almost holding her
“I have the advantage, John,”
Gay said. “I knew it was you who
The brilliance faded out of his
face. Kate saw his mouth set a
“You usually have, haven’t you?”
he asked quietly.
“Not always.” The question
seemed to have shaken Gay’s com
posure. She turned to Kate. “Kate,”
she said, “Miss Oliver, may I pre
sent—Is it—Doctor Houghton now?”
she asked, turning again to the tall
young man in the doorway.
“Doctor Houghton,” he affirmed.
He smiled at Kate a little diffident
ly. “I’ve met Miss Oliver,” he said.
Kate remembered now. She had the
answer. This was Dr. Lawrence’s
nephew, John, who’d come with him
to Gay’s debutante party. This was
the young man with whom Gay
had stolen away from the party that
night. She, Kate, had seen them re
turning. She remembered now.
Gay’s face, soft and bright, framed
in the collar of a white fur coat,
upturned to the tall young man bend
ing to speak to her in the dimly lit
passage that led to a side-door of
She had the answer but it did not
relieve her concern. There was
something between Gay and this
young man. Kate felt it vibrating
in the air of the room though the
words they spoke were casual. This
was the motive, then, whether she’d
known he was here or the meeting
was a coincidence. This, he, was
why she had wanted to come.
Kate gave a distracted thought to
Gay’s family, to a blond young man
with charming manners whom she
liked very much.
“Heaven help us!” she said silent
ly, the shadow of events to come
lying darkly across her mind. And
then, because her rectory past would
pop up now and then, “The prayers
of the congregation are requested,”
“Of course you’ve met Kate.” The
singing vibration was in Gay’s voice.
“I’m sorry. I had forgotten.”
“I hadn’t.” He took a few steps
forward into the room. “Miss Oli
ver rescued me, on one occasion,
from a fate worse than death.”
“I remember,” Kate said. Gay
glanced at her quickly. Kate was
lighting a cigarette. Her eyes in
the spurt of flame from the match
were twinkling under the frown that
knotted her brows. “You had,” she
added, speaking to John, “a tenden
cy to bolt into empty rooms.”
“It was my first debutante party,”
he said. His diffident half-smile wid
ening into an engaging grin, ex
cluded Gay. That studied indif
ference enraged her now as it had
when she was fifteen. She had, she
discovered, exactly the same im
pulse to do something, anything, to
attract and hold his attention.
“You’re looking well,” she said.
“You’re looking well, too.” His
eyes, regarding her steadily across
the space which separated them, held
a faintly ironical expression which
she remembered very well. “I’m
relieved.” The engaging grin slant
ed side-wise. “Your photographs
have given me the impression that
you’d been skipping your vitamins
and losing too much sleep.”
“My photographs—?” Gay ques
“The press has been giving you
considerable space recently,” he
said in reply.
The press! Had they done some
thing stupid at home? Gay’s eyes
flew to meet Kate's startled glance.
Kate’s expression was not reassur
ing. She looked as though she was
resigning herself to some inevita
ble disaster. Gay turned again to
“This time you have the advan
tage,” she said. "We haven’t seen
the papers for two days.”
She fancied, for a moment, that
he, as well as Kate, knew the thought
which had flashed into her mind.
His expression was wholly ironical
“I was referring to the rotogra
vure sections,” he said, “and the
He hesitated, then, "May I wish
you happiness?” he asked.
“I do wish that for you.” He con
tinued to regard her steadily but
the slanting smile had vanished and
his eyes were very grave.
“Thank you, John.”
His steady gaze presently altered.
He glanced around the room.
“I’m a very poor host,” he said.
“You’ve had to bring in your lug
gage and get your supper. I’ve been
talking politics up at the village
store. Why didn’t you let me know
you were coming?”
The question had, for Gay, only
one implication. Resentment, like a
fresh breeze blowing through a room
too warm and perfumed, cleared the
confusion from her mind.
“Did you think I knew you were
here?” she asked quietly but with
warmth kindling in her voice.
He turned to look at her in sur
“But if you didn’t, why did you
Resentment flamed into anger.
But anger was stupid. She returned
his glance directly, her chin uncon
sciously lifting, her eyes bright and
“You haven’t become less—fatu
ous, have you?” she asked.
“I didn’t mean that the way it
sounded,” he said quickly. “I’m not
that fatuous. I meant, how did you
expect to get in unless someone was
Her level glance did not waver.
His momentary confusion gave her
the advantage. She pressed it reso
lutely, still smarting from humiliat
“Why should I have had the faint
est idea that you, especially, should
be here?” she asked.
“But who else would be?” His ex
pression was frankly puzzled. “I’ve
never rented it. My kid sister had
a house-party here this summer.
Otherwise it hasn’t been occupied
except when I’ve been here.”
She pressed her advantage stub
bornly, incensed by the posses
sive tone in which he spoke of her
property. “Who gave you permis
sion to use the cabin at any time?”
“Permission—?” He stared at her
“Didn’t you know that Uncle John
left the cabin to me?”
“Yes.” It was the granddaughter
of David Graham speaking, the
granddaughter of Peter Schuyler,
secure in her inherited assurance,
quite obviously taking pleasure in
the routing of an intruder.
“But that’s impossible,” he said
“His lawyer sent me a key three
years ago nearly,” Gay said, “just
after Uncle John died.”
She watched him intently, expect
ing some attempt at justification,
explanations, an apology, perhaps.
She did not expect the smile of
somewhat incredulous amusement
which crept slowly upward from his
lips into his eyes.
“Does that impress you as being
amusing?” she asked with dignity.
“Uncle John was my god-father.
There’s no particular reason, is
there, why he shouldn’t have left
the cabin to me?”
“I suppose there isn’t,” he said, as
though that point was of small im
portance. The smile deepened. “I
was just wondering how many oth
er people are likely to pop in here
with keys. You see,” he continued
in reply to her questioning glance,
“Uncle John’s lawyer sent one to
me. I naturally assumed that the
cabin was mine and have used it
whenever I’ve had a chance.”
She had not considered that possi
bility. It was true, of course. It
was the only logical explanation. She
felt, for a moment, in sympathy
with John, who, as well as she, was
the victim of some sentimentality
or eccentricity contrived by a mem
ber of an older generation. But Un
cle John, as she remembered him,
had been neither sentimental nor
eccentric. The lawyer had made a
mistake, perhaps. At any rate, it
wasn’t John’s fault any more than
it was hers.
“I understand that,” she said,
“because I assumed that it belonged
to me.” Neither pride nor resent
ment was entirely proof against the
humor in the situation, against the
charm of his rare slow smile. Her
eyes met John’s in laughter and
“So you can’t turn me out after
all, can you?” he asked.
“No,” she said slowly, consider
ing. "But I can ask you to go.”
His smile faded a little.
“Are you planning to stay—indef
initely?” he asked.
“Not longer than a week, per
“I have another week.” She knew
that he, too, was considering, choos
ing his words with deliberation, try
ing to gauge their probable effect
upon her. “It’s rather an impor
tant week,” he went on, “my last
vacation, probably, for some time.”
“This week is important for me,
too,” Gay said with equal delibera
tion. My last of—” She paused, then
added, smiling, “—of vacation prob
ably for some time.”
The slanting smile, more mocking
than amused, told her that he under
stood the implication of the pause
and the smile.
,“L should hp.
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clear out, I suppose,” he said slow
ly. “Unfortunately, it isn’t as simple
as that. I’m making an experi
ment,” he said diffidently. “It’s just
getting well under way.”
“Amateur photography?” Kate
asked from her position against the
“Probably of no greater impor
tance,” he said with a deprecating
Kate shouldn’t have, Gay thought,
feeling again that reluctant but com
pelling sympathy for John. Kate
was getting back at her. She de
served it, perhaps, but he didn’t.
Even six years ago when he’d bare
ly started, he’d been very earnest
about his work. Kate shouldn’t have
—She wanted, somehow’, to make
“I suggested photography,” Gay
said. “I thought possibly the ma
terials in your laboratory were
things Uncle John had left.”
“I’m sorry. It’s just that—” He
ran his hand with an impatient ges
ture across his crisp dark hair. “It
probably w’on’t amount to anything,
but I want to see it through. If I
leave here now, all that I’ve done
will be lost.”
“I suppose I should be a lady and
leave you in peace,” Gay said qui
etly, quite steadily, but with a silken
thread of retaliation running through
her voice. “Unfortunately, that isn’t
so simple, either. I’m making an
“And you must make it here?”
“Yes,” she said, after a moment.
“I came for that purpose. I must
make my—experiment here.”
A pause followed, not warm and
intimate as the first had been. This
was a truce, a break in active hos
tilities. John walked to the table
and picked up his pipe. Gay stood
half-leaning against the back of the
chair, watching the movements of
his hands in the yellow cone of
lamp-light. She remembered them,
brown and strong, against a canoe
paddle, brown in lamplight as she
“I must make my—experiment
saw them now, moving chess-men
across a waxed apple-wood board,
lean and brown but unsteady as they
were now, on the sleeve of a white
fur coat. Hands had an identity of
their own. She would have recog
nized them anywhere. Strange and
very disquieting. Her throat ached
and, suddenly, humiliatingly, she
felt the hot sting of tears behind
Kate broke the silence. “Well, cer
tainly no one is leaving tonight,”
she said practically. “It’s after ten
Gay glanced at her in gratitude
which held, as well, an element of
“You can draw straws in the
morning,” Kate continued. “Or per
haps one or the other of these—ex
periments will be completed by
“Of course,” he said, after only a
slight hesitation. "There are, un
fortunately, no hotel accommoda
tions nearer than Machias.”
“And that,” Kate said cheerfully,
“would, I think, be carrying mat
ters much too far.”
“I agree with you.” He smiled ap
preciatively at Kate. “There’s a
cot in the room I work in. You can
have the larger room, there. I see
you’ve brought blankets and there
is linen, I think.” He started toward
the door. “I’ll get my things out of
“Don’t bother,” Kate said, start
ing with her tray toward the kitch
en. “We can manage just for to
They were ignoring her, Gay
thought, making plans in which she
had no voice. He was friendly
enough with Kate. Gay resented that
friendliness from which she was ex
cluded. She felt, again, a compel
ling urge to attract and hold his at
“John—” she said.
He stopped at the door, turned,
stood waiting for her to continue.
Kate, at the kitchen door, glanced
back over her shoulder.
Gay held herself very erect. “I
will not be leaving tomorrow,” she
said, conscious of and regretting the
arrogance in her voice. She would
have liked to reach him through
friendliness. Arrogance was too ob
vious and too petty an approach.
But whatever he felt for her it was
not friendliness. The glance he ex
changed, now, with Kate impelled
her to add, "Kate can do as she
likes, of course. I shall stay.”
“Which means—?” he asked.
“That I will appreciate it if you’ll
remove your things from the room.”
He was silent for a moment.
Then, “Certainly,” he said civilly.
“Now, Gay—” Kate began with
some asperity, paused, rolled her
eyes upward, compressed her lips
and went out into the kitchen. John
remained standing in the opposite
doorway. The slanting smile ap
peared as her eyes met his.
“The long arm of coincidence,"
,Nof too incredible. You might
have found me here any one of a
number of times during the past
“I had no thought of finding you.”
“I know that.” He had, she
thought, interpreted the statement
as a rebuff. The smile vanished.
“I’m sorry to be a—complication.”
He was a complication. He had
been a complication since the night
they’d driven together through Cen
tral Park, before that, even, since
the summer here at the lake. She
realized, now, how largely he’d been
responsible for her dissatisfaction,
her restlessness, her uncertainty
conoerning her approaching mar
riage to Todd. A complication? That
was to© unimportant a word. Look
at John, silent and unp’--’"
able in the doorway, feeling his pres
ence here in every tingling nerve,
with every racing heartbeat, Gay
knew she had found the answer to
troubling questions. He was nec
essary to her, had always been,
since she was fifteen years old. Todd
was not a necessity. It was as sim
ple, as hopelessly, frighteningly in
volved as that.
(To be continued)
Mr. and Mrs. Guy Mayberry and
family were Sunday dinner guests
of Mr. and Mrs. Harold Marshall
Jane and Sue, little daughters of
Mr. and Mrs. David Risser of
Bluffton spent several days the past
week in the home of Mr. and Mrs.
Mr. and Mrs. D. C. Cambpel! and
daughters La Donna and Elizabeth
attended the game between the De
troit Tigers and the New York
Yankees in Detroit Saturday.
Mr. and Mrs. H. C. Eisenbach of
Phoenix, Arizona, Mrs. Walter Eisen
bach son Bob and daughter Betty of
Casa Grande, Arizona, are spending
a couple of weeks with Mr. and
Mrs. Orlo Marshall and daughter
Jean and relatives in Pandora.
Commander Saunders and family
of Chevy Chase, Md., arrived Mon
day night for a brief visit and his
mother Mrs. H. C. Eisenbach re
turned home with him, to spend
Mr. and Mrs. F. C. Marshall and
son Robert attended the wedding of
Miss Sevilla Bixel to Morris Neis
wander which was solemnized in the
Ebenezer church Saturday evening.
Mrs. Eldon Reichenbach, Miss
Edythe Cupp, Miss Mary Marshall,
Mrs. E. E. Freet, Mrs. H. C. Eisen
bach and Mrs. Walter Eisenbach
were guests when Mrs. F. C. Mar
shall entertained the Profit and
Pleasure Club last Wednesday after
Mrs. Edgar Begg left Sunday in
company with Mrs. Lewis of Rock
ford, for Wooster where they will
spend several days at the annual
Synodical meeting of the Presby
The M. E. Missionary society will
meet with Mrs. Arthur at thhe M. E.
parsonage in Beaverdam next Wed
nesday afternoon. The following
program has been arranged: Wor
ship service, Mrs. Frank Jagger,
Reports Mrs. Gladys Beemer and
Mrs. J. C. Spicer, Music.
Herbert, Mary and Rebecca Mar
shall were among those from this
vicinity who attended the Youth
Council meeting of the Allen County
Farm Bureau organization held in
the home of Mr. and Mrs. Walter
Sommers last Thursday evening.
Members of the Friendly Neigh
bors and Profit and Pleasure Clubs
attended the annual picnic of the
Federated Farm Women’s clubs of
Allen county held at Lafayette Park
Mrs. Orlo Marshall and daughter
Jean were in Spencerville last Thurs
day for a meeting of the 1924 Past
Matron’s Club O. E. S. which was
held in the home of Mrs. Ross Hap
ner. Mrs. Bess Tickle of Willshire
Deputy Grand Matron was a guest.
Miss Beatrice Cupp who is a stu
dent nurse at State Hospital in
Toledo is expected here the latter
part of the week for a month’s va
cation with her parents, Mr. and
Mrs. Walter Cupp.
Mr. and Mrs. W. E. Marshall spent
Sunday evening with Mr. E. E. Wit
teborg a former mail carrier in this
vicinity who is afflicted with heart
trouble and in rather poor health at
his home in Columbus Grove.
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Mrs. Ella Downey of Toledo is
visiting at the home of Harmon
Downey and other relatives.
Herman Eckenwiler of Columbus
spent the past week with his mother,
Mrs. Nora Eckenwiler.
Clyde Augsburger of Canton was
a Wednesday visitor of his mother,
Mrs. Henry Augsburger.
Mrs. Cora Kayser of Kendelville,
Ind., and Newton Williams of
Ottawa were Tuesday dinner guests
of Mrs. Emma Barber.
Mr. and Mrs. Oscar Weaver, Mr.
and Mrs. Harold Clark and family
of Lima spent Wednesday with Rev.
and Mrs. Bryee Nichols and family
Mr. and Mrs. Clair Younkman and
family of West Unity were Friday
visitors of Mr. and Mrs. Wm.
Mr. and Mrs. Grover Conrad and
family of Dallas, Texas are visiting
this week with the latter’s parents,
Mr. and Mrs. Jacob Conrad.
Miss Elizabeth Yarger of Lima
was a Monday visitor of her par
ents Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Yarger.
Warren Amstutz of Mississippi is
spending several weeks with his par
ents Mr. and Mrs. Isaac Amstutz.
Mrs. Clara Trout of Lansing,
Mich., is the guest of Mr. and Mrs.
Paul Shaffer and daughter Joline
of Cleveland spent several days the
past week with Mr. and Mrs. John
Augsburger and other relatives.
The Vesperian Sunday school class
enjoyed a weiner roast Wednesday
evening at the Lafayette Park.
Jackie Pugh entertained at dinner
Thursday a group of cousins in
honor of his seventh birthday an
niversary. Those present were Larry
Michael, Carolyn and Marilyn Younk
man, Loretta Younkman of West
Unity, and Roger Arnold.
The members of the Epworth
League of the M. E. Church enjoyed
a picnic Sunday at Columbus Grove
Mr. and Mrs. I. M. Jennings were
week-end visitors of Mr. and Mrs.
Gerald Jennings and family at
Mrs. Donald Michael entertained
with a dinner Tuesday in honor of
the birthday anniversary of her
mother, Mrs. Wm. Younkman. Guests
were Mrs. John Augsburger, Mrs.
Wm. Arnold, Joline Shaffer, Mrs.
Wm. Younkman, Patty and Larry
Mr. and Mrs. John Ferguson were
Sunday afternoon callers of Mr. and
Mrs. Wm. Arnold.
Supt. I. C. Paul is attending sum
mer school at Ohio State university.
Rev. E. J. Arthur is attending
summer school of Ministerial train
ing at Delaware.
Mr. and Mrs. Charles Hiles and
sons of Maumee, Mr. and Mrs.
Edgar Andrews and family, Mr. Earl
Andrews of Leipsic were Sunday
afternoon callers of Mrs. G. T.
Mrs. Catherine Bassett of Findlay
is spending the week with her sister,
Mrs. Cynthia Elliott.
A play “Calm Yourself” directed
by Mrs. Jean Augsburger will be
given by members of the Epworth
League of the M. E. church at the
H. S. auditorium Friday night, June
28th at 8:00 o’clock. The cast is:
Warren Spicer, Marian Pugh, Dale
and Emerson Fruchey, Carl Beery,
Eileen Amstutz, Harold Wright,
Doris Nelson, Ruth Barnum and
Mrs. Tillie McDorman of Lima is
spending several weeks with Mrs.
Emma Barber and other relatives.
Ruby and Marjorie Piper of
Chattanooga spent the week with
Mr. and Mrs. Vernon Foltz and
Miss Kathleen Lugibihl of Chi
cago, Ill., was a week-end visitor of
her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Harley
Mr. and Mrs. Harry Beach of
Lima were Sunday callers of Mr.
and Mrs. Charles Weaver.
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Estate of Mrs. Orpha West Harris Deceased
Notice is hereby given that Nsonr F. West
whose Poet Office add Fees is 217 S. Main St.,
Bluffton, Ohio, has been dub appointed and
qualified as administratrix of the Estate of
Mrs. Orpha West Harris late of Allen County,
Dated this 3rd day of June 1940.
RAYMOND P. SMITH
Judge of the Prohate Court,
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Estate of Eli Locher Deceased
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whose Post Office address is Bluffton, Ohio,
has been duly apiointed and qualified as ex
ecutrix of the Estate of Eli Locher late of
Allen County, Ohio, deceased.
Dated this 6th day of June 1940.
RAYMOND P. SMITH
Judge of the Probate Court,
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American Boy ---------------------6 Mo.
American Girl 8 Mo.
Parents’ Magazine 6 Mo.
Pathfinder (Weekly)------------- 1 Yr.
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Science and Discovery.
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Household Magazine-------------- 1 Yr.
Home Arts Needlecraft lYr.
Pathfinder (Weekly) .26 Issues
Successful Fanning--------------- 1 Yr.
Poultry Tribune------------------- 1 Yr.
American Fruit Grower.-----------1 Yr.
Capper’s Farmer lYr.
National Livestock Producer-----lYr.
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Farm Journal & Farmer's Wife..1 Yr.
Mother’s Home Life--------------- lYr.
Plymouth Rock Monthly 1 Yr.
Leghorn World 1 Yr.
American Poultry Journal
Rhode Island Red Journal
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