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THE GREENVILLE JOURNAL The Trey O' Hearts A Novelised Versioe of th Motion Picture Dtum of the Seme Nam Produced by the UaJverael Film Ce. By LOUIS JOSEPH VANCE 4etW "Tt Arts HmK, Tim Bmm Dkt BM es. Dastrataa' witk raetsfraas Coprrlfht, WU by SYN0P8IS. The ef Hearts Is tha "death slen" employed by Seneca Trine In the private war vengeance which, thrqugh hie daughter Judith, a woman of violent pasalons Ilka hie own, ha wanes satnat Alan Law, on of the man (now dead) whom Trine held reaponalble for the accident which made him a helpless cripple. Row, Judith's twin and double, loves Alan, and Warning of her alater'a campaign against him.

leaves home and Joins her fortunes so his. Under dramatic circumstances Alan saves Judlth'a life and so wlna her love; but failure to shake hla constancy Rosa klndlea Judith's jealousy and ant-flee her In her homicidal purpose. She la largely responsible for a shipwreck In Nantucket's sound, from which Rose and Alan escape with their friend Barcus, Judith pursuing In a chartered schooner with a crew of cut-throats. CHAPTER XVIII. Stranded.

Mr. Thomas Barcus picked himself up from the bottom of the lifeboat, where he bad been violently precipitated by the Impact of grounding, blinked and wiped tears of pain from his eyes, solicitously tested his nose and seemed to derive little if any comfort from the discovery that it was not broken, opened his mouth and remembered the presence of a lady. "Poor Mr. Barcus!" she said gently. "I'm so sorry.

Do forget I'm here and say it out loud!" Mr. Barcus dropped his hands and dropped hie head at the same time. "It can't be did," he complained In embittered resignation; "the words have never been invented In the bows Mr. Law (who had barely saved himself a headlong plunge overboard when the shoal took fast hold of the keel) felt tenderly of his excoriated shins, then, rising, compassed the sea, sky and shore with an anxious gaze. In the offing there was nothing but the flat, limitless expanee of the night-bound tide, near at hand vaguely silvered with the moonlight.

In the distances blending Into shadows; never a light or shadowy, stealing sail in that quarter to indicate pursuit. "Where are we?" he wondered aloud. "Aek me an easy one," Barcus replied; "somewhere on the south shore of the cape unless somebody's been tampering with the lay of this land. That's a lighthouse over yonder." Alan took soundings from the bows. "Barely two feet," he announced, withdrawing the oar from the water, "and eel-grass no end." "Oh!" Barcus ejaculated with the accent of enlightenment; and' leaving the motor, turned to the stern, over which he draped himself in highly un-decoratlve fashion while groping under water for the propeller.

"That's the answer," he repeated; "there's a young bale of the said eel-grps wrapped round the wheel. Which, 1 suppose, means I've got to overboard and clear it away." Like Mr. Law, he wore neither shoes iior other garments that could be more damaged by salt water than they had been but only shirt, trousers and a belt. "If you've nothing better to do, my critical friend," he observed as he stooped to hack and tear at the mass -of weed embarrassing the propeller, "you might step out and give us a Dug Into His Money Belt trial shove. Don't strain yourself just see if you can move her." The boat budged not an inch but Mr.

Law's feet did, slipping ou the treacherous mud bottom with the upshot of his downfall; with a mighty splash he disappeared momentarily beneath the surface and left his temper behind him when he emerged. As for Mr. Barcus, he suffered like loss within five mlflutes; when, with much pains and patience having freed the wheel, he climbed aboard and Bought to restart the motor. After a few affecting coughs It relapsed into stubborn silence. Studious examination at length "brought out the fact that the gasoline tank was empty.

"Not so much as a smell left," Bar-cue reported. "It's no use," he conceded at length. "We're here for keeps." "Why not wade ashore?" Rose Trine suggested mildly from the place she had taken In the stern in order to lighten the bows. "It isn't far and what's one more wetting?" "That's the only sensible remark that's been uttered by any party to this lunatic enterprise since you hove within earshot of me, Mr. Law," said Mr.

Barcus. "Respectfully submitted." "The rerdlct of the lower court stands approved," Alan responded gravely. "But litre's no sense In Miss Trine wading," suggested. "We're IF3 Ipi "jfl'1 mm frssj Ik Pictars PrssWtisa tenia Joasph Vases web-footed as it Is, and she's too tired." "Well, what then?" "We can carry her, can't we?" CHAPTER XIX. "Gee!" he grunted frankly, when after a toilsome progress from ths boat.

Rose at length slipped from the seat formed by the clasped hands of the two men. "And It was me who suggested this!" The girl responded with a quiet laugh of the most natural effect Imaginable until it ended in a sigh, and without the least warning she crumpled upon herself, and would have fallen heavily, in a dead faint, but for Alan's quickness. "Good Lord!" Barcus exclaimed, as Alan gently lowered the Inert body of the girl to the sands. "And to think I didn't understand she was so nearly all in chaffing her like that! I'd like to kick myself!" "Don't be impatiunt," Alan advised grimly; "I'm busy Just at present, but Meantime, you might fetch some water to revive her." It was an order by no means easy to fill; Barcus had only his cupped hands for a vessel, and little water remained in them by the time he had dashed from the shallows back to the spot where Rose lay unconscious, while the few drops he did manage to sprinkle into her face availed nothing toward rousing her from the trance-like slumbers of exhaustion into which she passed from her fainting fit. In the end Alan gave up the effort.

"She's all right," he reported, releasing the wriet whose pulse he bad been timing. "She fainted, right enough, but now she's Just asleep and needs It, God knows! It would be kinder to let her rest, at least until I see what sort of a reception that lighthouse Is inclined to offer us." "You'll go, then?" Barcus inquired. "I'd just as lief, myself "No; let me," Alan insisted. "It's not far not more than a quarter of a mile. And she'll be safe enough here, in your care, the little time I'm gone." Barcus nodded.

His face was drawn and gray in the moon-glare. "Thank God!" he breathed brokenly, "you're able. I'm not." He sat down suddenly and rested his head on his knees. "Don't be longer than you can help," he muttered thickly. He had come to the headland of the lighthouse itself before the ground began to shelve more gently to the beach; and was on the point of addressing himself to the dark and silent cottage of the lightkeeper when he paused, struck by sight of what till then had been hidden from him.

The promontory, he found, formed the eastern extremity of a wide-armed if shallow harbor where rode at moorings a considerable number of small craft pleasure vessels assorted about equally with fishing boats. And barely an eighth of a mile on, long-legged wharves stood knee-deep in the water, like tentacles flung out from the sleepy little fishing village that dotted the rising ground a community of perhaps two hundred dwellings. Nor was this all even as Alan hove in view of the village he heard a series of staccato snorts, the harsh tolling of a brazen bell, the rumble of a train pulling out from a station. And then he saw its jewel-string of lights flash athwart the landscape and vanish as its noise died away diminuendo. Where one train ran another must.

He need only now secure something to revive Rose, help her somehow up the beach, and In another hour or two, of a certainty, they would be speeding northwards, up the cape, toward Boston and the land of law and order. Such thoughts as these, at least, made up the texture of his hopes; the outcome proved them somewhat too presumptuous. He jogged down a quiet village street and into the railroad station just as the agent was closing up for the night. A surly citizen, this agent, ill-pleased to have hie plans disordered by chance-flung strangers. He greeted Alan's breathless query with a grunt of ingrained churlishness.

"Nah," he averred, "they ain't no more trainB till moratn'. Can't y' see I'm shuttln' up?" "But surely there must be a telegraph station "You bet your life they is right here in this depot. An' I'm shuttln' it up, too." "Has the operator gone for the night?" "He's going. I'm the op'rator. No business transacted after office hours.

Call raound at eight o'clock tomorrow mornin'. Now if you'll jest step out of that door, I'll say g'd-nlght to you." "But I must send a telegram," Alan protested. "I tell you, I must. It's a matter of life and death." "Sure, young feller. It always is after business hours." "Won't you open up again "1 tell you, no!" In desperation Alan rammed a hand into his trousers pocket "Will a dollar influence your better judgment?" he suggested shrewdly.

"Let's see your dollar," the other returned with no less craft open incredulity informing his countenance. And, surely enough, Alan brought forth an empty hand. "Make a light," he aald sharply. "My money's In a belt round my waist Open your office. You'll get your dollar, all right." "All right" he grumbled, reopening the door, of the telegraph booth and making a second light inside.

"There's blanks and a pencil. Write your mes sage. It ain't often I do this but IT1 make an exception for yoa." Alan delayed long enough only to make a few Inquiries, drawing out the Information that, for one who had not patience to wait the morning train northbound, the quickest way to any city of Importance was by boat across Bustard's bay to New Bedford. Boats, it was implied, were plentiful, readily to be chartered. A time-table supplied all other needful advice.

Alan wrote his message swiftly. Addressed to Dtgby. his man of business in New York, it required that gentleman to arrange for a motor-cor to be held in waiting on the waterfront of New Bedford from 00 a. m. until called for In the name of Mr.

Law, as well as for a special train at Providence, on similar provisions. But now, though he was all unconscious of the fact, he went no more alone. His shadow in the moonlight kept him company upon the sands; and above, on the edge of the bluffs, another shadow moved on parallel course and at a pace sedulously patterned after his. He found hie sweetheart and his friend much as he had left them, with this difference that Mr. Barcus now lay flat on his back and snoring lustily.

He was wakened quickly enough, however, by Alan's news. But when it was the turn of Rose they faltered. She lay so still, betrayed her exhaustion so patently in every line of her unconscious posture, as well as in the sharp pallor of her face upturned to the moon, that It seemed scarcely less than downright inhumanity to disturb her. None the less, it had to be done. Alan hardened his heart with the reminder of their urgent necessity, and eventually brought her to with the aid of a few drops of brandy.

Between them, they helped her up the beach, past the point, and at length to the door of the hotel, where reanimated by the mere promise of food Rose disengaged their arms and entered without more assistance; while Barcus was deterred from treading S' uiiiiisjiuuuiiiiiiiui muni mi i i i i. sjasjBfiyaia.uvmvl.aiiasMJan i imp. Ewt fcsatfKi: OS r-v 'CSV. Two Men her heels in his own famished eagerness, by the hand of Alan falling heavily upon his arm. "Wait!" the latter admonished in a half-whisper.

"Look there!" Barcus followed the direction of his gesture and was transfixed by the sight of a rocket spearing into the night-draped sky from a point invisible beyond the headland of the lighthouse. The two consulted one another with startled and fearful eyes. As with one voice they murmured one word: "Judith!" To this Alan added gravely: "Or some spy of hers!" Then rousing, Alan released his friend, with a smart shove urging him across the threshold of the hotel. "Go on," he insisted, "join Rose and get your supper. I'll be with you as soon as I can arrange for a boat.

Tell her nothing more than that that I thought it unwise to wait until everybody was abed before looking round." He turned to find his landlord approaching from the direction of the hotel barroom. And for the time it seemed that the wind of their luck must have veered to a favoring quarter; for the question was barely uttered before the landlord lifted a willing voice and hailed a fellow townsman idling near by. "Hey, Jake come here!" Introduced as Mr. Breed, Jake pleaded guilty to ownership of the fasteet and stanchest power-cruiser in the adjacent waters, which he was avariciously keen to charter. They observed haste religiously; within ten minutes they stood upon a float at the foot of a flight of wooden steps down the side of the town wharf, while the promised rowboat of Mr.

Breed drew in, at most leisurely pace, to meet them. Aboard and away from the wharf, the burden of Alan's solicitude seemed to grow lighter with every squeal of the greaseless oarlocks, with every dip and splash of the blades which, wielded by a crew of villainous countenance, brought them nearer the handsome motorboat which Mr. Breed designated as his own. It was not until Alan looked up suddenly to find Mr. Breed covering him with a revolver of most vicious character that he had the least apprehension of any danger nearer than the offing, where Judith's schooner might be lurking, waiting for its prey to come out and be devoured.

"Ill take that money-belt of yours, young feller," Mr. Breed announced, "and be quick about It not forgetting what's in your trousers pocket!" In the passion of his indignation Alan neglected entirely to play the game by the rules. The indifference he displayed toward the weapon waa positively unprofessional for he knocked It aside as If it had beea nothing more dangerous than a straw. And in the same flutter of an eyelash he launched himself like a wildcat at the throat of Mr. Breed.

Before that one knew what was happening he had gone over the stern and had involuntarily disarmed himself as well. The other two men made a sad business of attempting to overpower Mr. Barcus. In lees than a minute they were both overboard. "And Just for this," Alan said before getting out of earshot "I'm going to treat my party to a Joy-ride in your pretty powerboat" He concluded this speech abruptly as Barcus brought them up nnder the quarter of the power cruiser.

Within two minutes the motor was spinning contentedly, the mooring had been slloned, and the motorboat was heading out of the harbor. Within five minutes she had left it well astern and was shooting rapidly westward, making nothing of the buffets of a very tolerable sea kicked up by the freshening southwesterly wind. "My observed Alan, "as our acquaintance ripens I am more and more Impressed that neither of us was born to die a natural death, whether abed or at the bands of those who dislike us; but rather to be hanged as common pirates." "You have the courage of ignorance," Barcus replied coolly; "If you'll take the trouble to glance astern I promise you a sight that will move you to suspend judgment for the time being." At this Alan sat up with a start Back against the loom of the Elizabeth islands through which they had navigated while he nodded, shone the milk-white sails of an able schooner. Sheets all taut and every inch of canvas fat with the beam wind, she footed it merrily in their wake a silver jet spouting from her cutwater. CHAPTER XX.

Hell-Fire. But by this etage in his history Mr. Law had arrived at a state of mind Immune to surprise at the discovery Shadowed Him. that he had once more failed to elude the vigilance and pertinacity of the woman who sought his life. He viewed the schooner with no more display of emotion than resided in narrowing eyelids and a tightening of the muscles about his mouth.

"Much farther to go?" he inquired presently, in a colorless voice. "At our present pace say, two hours." "And will that enable us to hold our own?" "Just about," Barcus allowed, squint ing critically at the chase; "she's some footer, that schooner; and this is Just the wind she likes best" "How much lead have we got?" "A mile or so none too much." "Anything to be done to mend mat ters?" "Nothing but pray, if you remem ber how." In the end they made it by a narrow margin. The face of Judith Trine was distinctly revealed by the chill gray light of early dawn to those aboard the power cruiser as she swept up through the reaches of New Bedford harbor and aimed for the first wharf that promised a fair landing on the main waterfront of the city. There was neither a policeman nor a watchman of any sort in sight Nor was there, for all his hopes and prayers, based on the telegram to Digby, a sign of a motor car. Still, not much of the street was revealed.

The docks on either band were walled and roofed, cutting off the view. If they ran for it, they must surely be overhauled. Something must be dope to hinder the crew of the schooner from landing. "Here!" he cried sharply to Barcus. "You take Rose and hurry to the street and find that motorcar.

know she's there. Digby never failed me yet!" "But you" "Don't waste time worrying about me. I'll be with you in three shakes. I'm only going to put a spoke in Judith's wheel. I've got a scheme!" As for his scheme he had none other than to give them battle, to sacrifice himself If need be.

to make sure the escape of Rose. Sheer luck smiled on him to this extent, that In turning his eye lighted on a four-foot length of stout, three- inch scantling, an excellently for midable club. But soon, disarmed, his case was desperate and there were two al ready safe upon the dock and others madly scrambling up to reinforce them. Wildly he cast about for some substitute weapon, he leaped toward a small pyramid of little but heavy kegs, and seising one, swung if overhead and cast it full force into the midriff of hla nearest enemy; so that this one doubled up convulsively, with a sick-Uh grunt, and vanished In turn over the end of the wharf. His fellow followed with less Injury.

But Alan bad no time to wonder whether the man had tripped and thrown himself la his effort to escape a second hurtling keg, or bad turned coward and fled. It waa enough that he had returned, precipitately and heavily, to the schooner. The keg, meeting with no resistance, pursued him even to the deck, where the force of Its impact split Its seams. None of the combatants, however. Alan least of all, noticed that the pow der that filtered out was black and coarse.

Alan, Indeed, had only the haziest notion that they were powder-kegs he used as ammunition. That they were heavy and hurt when they collided with human flesh and bone was all that interested him. In the same breath he heard a friendly voice shout warning far up the dock, and knew that Barcus was coming to his aid. A glance over-shoulder, too, discov ered the cause of the warning; two men who had thus far escaped his attentions were maneuvering to fall! upon him from behind. The bound required to evade them brought him face to face with Judith as she landed on the dock.

"Oh," she cried, "I hate you, I hate you "So you've said, my dear, but His final words were not audible even to himself. In his confidence (now that Barcus was taking care of the others) and his impatience with the woman, and in his perhaps un worthy wish to demonstrate conclusively how cheap he held her, Alan had tossed the pistol over the end of the wharf. It was an old-fashioned weapon, and the force with which it struck the deck released the hammer. Instantly the .44 cartridge blazed into the open head of a broken powder keg. And with a roar like the trump of doom and a mighty gust of flame and smoke the decks of the schooner were riven and shattered; her masts tot tered and fell CHAPTER XXI.

Anticlimax. Alan came to himself supported by Barcus bis senses still reeling from the concussion of that thunderbolt which he had so unwittingly loosed the cloud of sulphurous smoke and yet dissipated by the wind. Judith lay at his feet, stunned; and round about other figures of men insensible, if not, for all he could say, dead. And then Barcus was hustling him unceremoniously down the wharf. "Come! Come!" he rallied Alan.

"Pull yourself together and keep a stiff upper lip. Rose is waiting in the car, and if you don't want to be arrested you'll stir your stumps, my son! That explosion is going to bring the worthy burghers of New Bedford buzzing round our ears like a swarm of His prediction was justified even before it was made; already the nearby dwellings were vomiting half-clothed humanity; already a score of people were galloping down toward the head of the wharf; and in their number a policeman appeared as if by magic. And while the man hesitated Alan grabbed him by the shoulder, threw him bodily from the car, dropped into his seat, cried a warning to Rose, and threw in the clutch. The machine responded without a jar; they were a hundred feet distant from the scene of the accident before Alan was fairly settled In his place. As he grew more and more calm, he congratulated himself on having drawn an excellent car in the lottery of chance.

It was light, but the motor ran famously, and if not capable of a racing pace it would serve his ends as speedily as was consistent with reasonable care for the life of the woman he loved. Yet his congratulations were premature; they were not ten minutes out of the environs of the city when Rose left her seat and knelt behind his, to communicate the intelligence that they were already being pursued. A heavy touring car, she said it was. driven by a man, a woman In the seat by his side Judith the latter, the man an old employe of her father's by the name of Marrophat. Marrophat! Alan remembered that one.

He could only trust in his skill a driver, and skill is the lesser factor in such a race. They could overtake the fugitives practically when they would. But for some, weird. Incomprehensible reason they chose to hang a cer tain distance in the rear, a distance that could readily be bridged by two minutes of furious driving. Why? In the succeeding quarter-hour the calmness of fatalism became Alan's.

They were biding their time for some secret and fatal purpose. The blow was predestined to fall, but cruelly de ferred. For his own part, be drove like an exceptionally conning madman. And then, quite clearly, he recog nised the time and the place and the character of the road that lay before him as the car sped like a dragon-fly down a slight grade. From the bottom of the grade it swung away In a wide, graceful curve, bordered for some distance by railroad tracks on a slightly lower level.

He had guessed the fiendish plan of the other driver only too truly. As they approached at express speed the stretch where the road paralleled the tracks Alan sought to hug the left-hand aide of the road, but In vain. Roaring, with Its muffler cut out, the pursuing car swept op and baffled him, bringing its right forward wheel np beside the left rear wheel of his car. then more alowly forging up until. with its weight, balk and superior power.

It forced him Inch by inch to the right, toward the tracks, until hla right-hand wheels left the road and ran on uneven turf, until the left-hand wheels as well lost grip on the road metal, until the' car began to dip on the slope to the tracks. He heard the far boot-toot of freight locomotive There followed a mania moment, when the world waa upside down. Alan's car slipped and skidded, swung sideways with frightful momentum toward the railroad tracks, caught Its wheels against the ties, and The sun swung in the heavens like a ball on a string. There was a crash, a roar r. There waa nothing oblivion The car had turned turtle, pinning Rose and Alan beneath it "Alan!" she gasped.

"Yon are not killed "No not even much hurt, I he replied. "And vonf "Not much The deep-throated roar of the locomotive bellowing danger silenced him. He closed his eyes. Then abruptly the weight was lifted from his cheat He saw a man dragging Rose from under the machine, and saw that the man was Marrophat. The Face of Judith Was Distinctly Revealed.

And almost immediately someone lift ed his head and shoulders, caught him with two hands beneath his arm pits and drew him clear of the machine. And the face of his rescuer was the face of Judith Trine. The crash be had expected, of the car being crumpled up by the oncom ing locomotive, did not follow. As he scrambled to his feet, hie first glance was up the track, and discovered the train slowing to a halt His-next was one of wonder for the countenance of Judith Trine as she stood, at a little distance, regarding him; her look almost Illegible, a ous compound of passions coloripg It-- rellef, regret, hatred, love His third glance descried beyonJ her the figures of Marrophat carryin Rose in his arms, stumbling as he ran toward bis car on the highroad. He moved precipitately to pursue but found his way barred by Judith.

"No!" she cried violently. "No. you shall not!" Her band sought the grip of. a le- volver that protruded from her pocket With a short, hysterical gasp, he be gan to laugh. "What!" he taunted her "again "Think what you like!" she cried in a frenzy.

"You saved me once no I spare you. We're quits. But next time" 0 rot!" he interjected. "You will never have the courage to pull that trigger when I'm helpless in your hands!" The hot blood mantled her exquisite face like red fire. She caught her breath with a sob, then flung wildly at him: "Well, if you must know it's true.

I can't bring myself to kill you. I would to God I could. But I can't. For all that, you shall die I could not save you if I would! And this I promise you yon shall never see Rose again before you die!" And while he stood gaping, she swung from him and ran, quickly cov ering the Stttle distance between him and the caar. As she damped Into this and dropped down upass the seat beside her half conscious eister, Marrophat swung the car away- It vanahed In a dust-cloud as a throng railroad employ-as surround' ed and Msailed him wit clamorous question.

WOLVES ARE HARD TO TRAP Snares, to Be at All Effective, Must Be Handled Only With Oil-Soaked Gloves. Wolves are the most difficult of aid animals to traps, and it is usually by working upon their uncontrollable curi osity that they are most easily deceived. The "campflre set" la one of the best When a man makes camp in the forest the wolves. If there are any near, are sore to note his whereabouts. When he has gone they trot np to investigate the ground, and with due caution pick up any scraps he may have left lying about.

The "campflre set" Is made as follows: First, hollow out an oblong hole In the ground. Just large enough to take the trap, and perhaps five Inch is deep. Cover the trap with a sheet of brown paper, and over this fill the hoi with damp earth. Then light a fire on the top of it, and Into the fire, as it grows low. throw a few scrape of raw meat Should a wolf come along to Inves tigate the place, be is sore to scent the cooked meat, and win start scratching in the aahes for it, thus, of course springing the trap.

On of the greatest difficulties ia wolf-trapping is to hide the aforesaid telltale scents, so keen is their sense of smell. The traps must never be handled with the naked fingers. Old gloves, soaked la oil or fat, are used, and It is best to smoke the trap over a "smudge" before setting It and then inclose it In a paper bag tt Mortimer Batten, tk Wide World DUCKEYE I10TES Western Newspaper Union News Service. Shelby. Some people are born lucky that i.

If they are born in Shelby. The first baby who the light of day here in 1315 will be given a shower by Shelby's enterprising business men and manu facturers that the little one's parents at least long will remember. A few dsys ago the Dally Globe offered to give $5 to the first baby born In the new year. Merchants and manufac turers contributed freely and the first born la Shelby in 1915 will fare well. Here are some of the many things: A bale of hay, a bundle of shingles.

a case of lager beer, a bundle of bale wire, four dozen packages chewing tobacco, one box oranges, a month's free telephone service and a long distance telephone call to grandpa. $l's worth of drayage, $6 in trade, pound of peanuts and a baby's enameled bathtub. And that isn't all: safety pins for a year, napkins for a year, bootees for a year, a dozen pair of baby stock ings, a $5 suit of clothes, shoes for a year, a 15 hank account, $5 in cash, a suit cleaned and pressed, ring set with diamonds, crocheted hood, one set of diamond-set baby pins. More yet: Medical service free, a quart of whisky, wsshtub, washboard, clothes line and clothes pins, a meal ticket, a sack of flour, a baby rocker, an electric milk warmer, a traveling bag, and finally a real silver spoon. Marion.

Four-year-old Walter Lockwood, son of Mr. and Mrs. George Lockwood, who, following a severe illness, speaks nothing but German though his parents know nothing of that language, is a puzzle to Marion physicians. When addressed the boy gives re spectful but amused answers to the English-speaking person. When he answers it is noted that his response is in German.

His parents frequently have to call in German neighbors as interpreters. The boy apparently has forgotten the most of his English. He is being taught English all over again. Doc tors are unable to account for the strange mental process by which the boy lost his knowledge of English and now speaks a language wholly foreign to him. Columbus.

A carload of cloth ing, donated by Columbus citizens. has been shipped to families of striking miners in the eastern Ohio coal fields. The miners' relief committee have received 400 pounds of candy, the donation of a Columbus candy company, for distribution among the strikers' children Christ mas day. Akron. C.

P. Parker, director of public service, was fined $23 and costs for contempt oi court by Judge Willliam J. Ahern and City Solicitor Jonathan Taylor was criticized. The contempt action followed the alleged violation of an injunction issued by the court in suits against the city by the Moody-Thomas Milling Co. and the Cleveland-Akron Bag Co.

Dayton. Two carloads of cloth ing, food and other supplies, collected by a Dayton newspaper for destitute families in the eastern Ohio coal strike zone, have been shipped to Barton. The shipment included several barrels of candy, the Christmas gift of Dayton union men to the children of striking miners. Columbus. C.

E. Stintbaugh of Bowling Green, auditor of Wood county, was elected president of the County Auditors' Association of Ohio at its third annual mccling here. Other officers elected were: George J. Gearhart. Fairfield county, vice pres ident; Sameuel Hudson, Union county.

secretary, and I. M. Price, Clark coun ty, treasurer. Toledo. Arthur Wf.

Korteuer, aged 49 jreare. former director of the Toledo symphony orchestra, died suddenly while sitting in a drug store. Death was due to heart disease. Mr. Kor-theuer had taken an active part in musical affairs in Toledo and other Ohio cities more than 20 years.

Bellefontalne. O. E. Shaw of Mechanicsburg has announced his candidacy for state printer under the Willis administration. Sherman A.

Cuneo of Upper Sandusky is a candidate for the same place. Both are newspaper publishers. Celina. William Weans was brought to the county Jail here following the death of his daughter. 19, in a hospital in Ft.

Wayne, Ind. Wean's removal to the jail here came after Rock ford authorities feared an effort might be made to enter the Jail there. Weans was placed in the Rock-ford Jail following charges of inheman treatment Elizabeth. Fire starting from gas explosion wiped out five bui.d-lngs, including the newspaper plants of the Elizabeth Messenger and Wirt County Journal, a total loos of $50,00. Canton.

Gertrude Libert 21 years, American, and Henry Yee. 35, Chinese laundryman, both of Alliance, have obtained a license to wed. Toledo. With his legs and arms frozen, Joseph Sprowl, 54 years, was found lying In the snow in Page-st back of the Toledo Medical college. Sprowl was carried to Toledo hospital, where physicians said they probably would have to amputate his legs and arms In an effort to save his life.

Akron. Charles C. Kale met a 17-year-old boy who told him a tale of woe. He took the boy to his room for the night He telephoned the police later that the boy got np first and disappeared with his suit, his overcoat and S10 in cash. Steubenvllle.

James Sullivan, 14 years old; John SchuIU, 17, and another boy. whose Identity has not been established, were killed here when a sled on which they were coasting crashed into a Wheeling ft Lake Erie railroad train. Norwalk. Mrs. John Miller Is nurr'ig two severely burned hands, tie result of an explosion of a poultice she waa mixing for a member of her family.

One of the ingredients of the mixture waa gunpowder. While Mrs. Miller was stirring the poultice over a hot stove the powder let go..