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FOURTEEN ALTOONA TRIBUNE, SATURDAY MORNING, MAY 12, 1917. The Yellow Claw BY SAX ROMMER Copyright, 1915, by Lippincott's Magazine. McBride, Nast Co, Gaston, with closed eyes. "As an old. habitue of the Rue St.

Claude I divine that you refer to Mr. King?" "Beyond doubt," whispered Gianapolis, imparting a quality of awe to his voice. "From you, my friend, I will have no secrets, but" -be glanced about him crookedly and lowered his voice to an impressive police, as you are their interference!" said M. Gaston. "Curse it.

indeed. but the police persist in belleving or in pretending to believe that any establishment patronized by lovers of the magic resin must necessarily be a resort of criminals." "Pah!" "While this absurd state of affairs prevails it is advisable--it is more than advisable; it is imperative-that all of us should be secret. The raid-unpleasant word- -upon the establishment in Paris was so unexpected that there was no time to advise patrons, but the admirable tact of the French authorities insured the suppression of all names. Since--always as a protective measure--no business relations exist between any two of Mr. King's establishments, each one being entirely self governed, some difficulty is being experienced.

I believe, in obtaining the names of those who patronized Mme. Jean. But I am doubly glad to have met you, M. Gaston, for not only can I put you in touch with the London establishment, but I can impress 1 upon you the necessity of preserving absolute silence." M. Gaston extended his palms eloquently.

"To me," he declared, "the name of Mr. King is a sacred symbol." "It is to all of us," responded the Greek devoutly. M. Gaston in turn became tial. bending toward Gianapolis 60 that as the shadow of the Greek fell upon his face his pupils contracted catlike.

"How often have I prayed," he whispered. "for a sight of that remarkable man!" A look of horror, real or simulated, appeared upon the countenance of Gianapolis. "To see--Mr. King!" he breathed. "My dear friend, I declare to you by all that I hold sacred that though pache "You will die, monsieur!" one of the earliest patrons of the Arst establishment, that in Peking, have never seen Mr.

King!" "He is so cautious and so clever as that?" "Even as cautious and even as clever, yes. Though every branch of the enterprise in the world were destroyed, no man would ever see Mr. King; he would remain but a name!" "You will arrange for me to visit the house of--Ho Pin, did you say-immediately?" "Today, if you wish," said Gianapolig brightly. "My funds," continued M. Gaston, shrugging his shoulders, "are not 11m- itless at the moment, and until I receive a remittance from Paris'The brow of Mr.

Gianapolis darkened slightly. "Our clientele here," he replied, "418 a very wealthy one, and the fees are slightly higher than in Paris. An entrance fee of 50 guineas is charged and an annual subscription of the same amount." "But," exclaimed 1 M. Gaston, "I shall not be in London for so long as a year! In a week or a fortnight from now I shall be on my way to America." "You will receive an introduction to the New York representative, and your membership will be available for any of the United States establishments." "But I am going to South "At Buenos Aires is one of the larg. est branches." "But I am not going to Buenos Aires.

I am going with a prospecting party to Ecuador." "You must be well aware, monsieur, that to go to Ecuador is to exile yourself. from all that life holds for you." "I can take a will die, monsieur. Already you suffer abominably." "I do not suffer because of any lack of the specific," said M. Gaston wearily, "for if I were entirely unable to obtain possession of it I should most certainly die. But I suffer because, living 88 1 do at present in a public hotel, I am unable to embark upon protracted voyage into those realms which hold so much for me." offer sore the "But to charge me 100 guineas, since I cannot possibly avail myself of the full privileges, is to rob me--is to trade upon my condition!" M.

Gaston was feebly indignant. "Let it be 25 guineas, monsieur," said the Greek reflectively, "entitling you to two visits." "Good! Good!" cried M. Gaston. "Shall I write you a check?" "You mistake me," said Gianapolis. "I am in no way connected with the management of the establishment.

You will settle this business matter with Mr. Ho Pin." "Yes, yea!" "To whom I will introduce you this evening. Checks, as you must be aware, are unacceptable. I will meet you at Piccadilly circas, outside the entrance to the London pavilion, at 9 o'clock this evening, and you will bring with you the 25 guineas in cash. You will arrange to absent yourself during the following day?" "Of course, of course! At 9 o'clock at Piccadilly circus?" "Exactly." M.

Gaston, this business satisfactorily completed, made his my to his' own room by a somewhat devious route, not wishing to encounter any one of his numerous acquaintances while in an apparent state of ill health so calculated to excite compassion. He avoided the lift and ascended the many stairs to' his small apartment. Here he rectifled the sallowness of his complexion, which was due, not to outraged nature, but to the arts of makeup. His dilated pupils (a phenomenon traceable to drops of belladonna) he was compelled to suffer for the present, but since their condition tended temporarily to impair his sight he determined to remain in his room until the time for the appointment with Gianapolis. "So," he muttered, "we have branches in Europe, Asia, Africa and Amer1ca! Eh, bien! To And all those would occupy 500 detectives whole year.

I have a better plan: Crush the spider and the winds of heaven will disperse his web!" CHAPTER XIV. The Cave of the Golden Dragon. AX in his partook own of room a light and, having dinner changed into evening dress, went out to meet Mr. Gianapolis. The latter was on the spot punctually at 9 o'clock, and, taking the Frenchman familiarly by the arm, he hailed a taxicab, giving the man the directions, "To Victoria-Suburban." Then, turning to his companion, he whispered: "Evening dress? And you must return in daylight." M.

Max felt himself to be flushing like a girl. It was an error of artistry that he had committed, a heinous crime! "So silly of me!" he muttered. "No matter," replied the Greek genially. The cab started. M.

Max, though silently reproaching himself, made mental notes of the destination. He had not renewed his sallow complexton, for reasons of his own, and his dilated pupils were beginning to contract again, facts which were not very evident, however, in the poor light. He was very twitchy, nevertheless, and the face of the man beside him was that of a sympathetic vulture, if such a creature can be imagined. He inquired casually if the new patron had brought his money with him, but for the most part his conversation turned upon China, with which country he seemed to be well acquainted. Arrived at Victoria, Mr.

Gianapolis discharged the cab and, again taking the Frenchman by the arm, walked with bim some twenty paces away from the station. A car suddenly pulled up almost beside them. Ere M. Max had time to note those details in which he was most interested Gianapolis had opened the door of the limousine, and the Frenchman found himself within, beside Gianapolis, and behind drawn blinds, speeding he knew not in what direction. In some covered place that was very dark the car stopped, and Gianapolis, leaping out with agility, assisted M.

Max to descend. This was a covered courtyard, only lighted by the head lamps of the 11- mousine. "Take my hand," directed the Greek. M. Max complied and was conducted through a low doorway and on to descending steps.

Dimly, be heard the gear of the car reversed and knew that the limousine was backing out from the courtyard. The door behind him was closed, and he heard no more. A dim light shone out below. He descended, walking more confl, dently now that the way was visible. A moment later he stood upon the threshold of an apartment which calls for no further description at this place; he stood in the doorway of the incredible, unforgettable cave of the golden dragon; he looked into the beethe eyes of Ho Pin, whom Gianapolis had mentioned as the manager of the establishment.

Ho Pin bowed before him, smiling mirthless smile. In his left hand he held an amber cigarette tube in which cigarette smoldered gently, sending up a gray pencil of smoke into the breathless, perfumed air. "Mr. Ho Pin," said Gianapolis, indicating the Chinaman, will attend to your requirements. This is our new friend from Paris, introduced by Sir B.

M---, M. Gaston." "You are rewry welcome," said the Chiriaman in his monotonous, voice. "I understand that a fee of 25 guineas'- He bowed again, still smiling. The visitor took out his pocketbook and laid dive notes, one sovereign and two half crowns upon a little ebony table beside him. Ho -Pin bowed again and waved his hand toward the lemon colered door on the left.

"Good night, M. Gaston," said Gianapolis in radiant benediction. "Au fevoir, monsieur," M. Max followed Ho Pin to Block A and was conducted to a room at the extreme right of the matting lined corridor. He glanced about it curiously.

"It you will pwrepare for your fight Into the subliminal." said. Ho Pin, bowtog in the doorway, "I shall wresent- In the cave of the golden aragon Gianapolis sat smoking upon one of the divans. The silence of the place was extraordinary, unnatural, in the very heart of busy commercial don. Ho Pin reappeared and, standing in the open doorway of Block sharply clapped his hands three times. Said, the Egyptian, came out of the door at the farther end of the place.

bearing a brass tray upon which were a little brass lamp of oriental manufacture wherein burned a blue spirituous flame, a Japanese lacquered bor not much larger than a snuff box and a long and most curiously carved pipe of wood inlaid with metal and having a metal bowl. Bearing this, he crossed the room, passed Ho Pin and entered the corridor beyond. "You have, of course, put him in the observation room?" said Gianapolis. Ho Pin regarded the speaker unemo: tionally. "Assuwredly," he replied, "for, since he visits 1 us for the fret time, Mr.

King will wish to see him." A faint shadow momentarily crossed the swarthy face of the Greek at mention of that name--Mr. King! The servants of Mr. King, from the highest to the lowest, served him for gainand from fear. Utter silence had claimed again the cave of the golden dragon. Gianapolis sat alone in the place, smoking a cigarette and gazing crookedly at the image on the ivory pedestal; then, glancing at his wrist watch, he stood up and, stepping to the entrance door, was about to open it.

"Ah! You go- already?" Gianapolis started back as though be had put his foot upon a viper and turned. The Eurasian, wearing her yellow Chinese dress and with a red poppy in her hair, stood watching him through half shut eyes, slowly waving her little fan before her face. Gianapolis attempted the radiant smile, but its brilliancy was somewhat forced tonight. "Yes, I must be off," he said hur. riedly.

"I have to see some one--a future client, I think." "A future client--yes!" The long black eyes were closed almost entirely now. "Who is it, this future clilent, that you have to "My dear Mahara! How odd of you to ask that." "It is odd of me? So! It is odd of me that I thinking to wonder why you aways running away from me now?" "Run away from you! My dear Ittle Mahara!" He approached the dusky beauty with A. certain timidity A8 one might seek to caress a tiger cat. "Surely you struck down hand with sharp blow of her closed fan, darting at him a look from the brilliant eyes which was a living flame. Resting one hand upon her hip, she stood with her right foot thrust forward from beneath the yellow robe and pivoting upon the heel of its little slipper.

Her head tilted, she watched him through lowered lashes. "It was not so with you in Moulmein," she said, her silvery voice lowered caressingly. "Do you remember with a night beside the Irawaddi? Where was that, I wonder? Was it in Prome? Perhaps, yes? You threatened me to leap in if -and I think to believe you! I believing you!" "Mahara!" cried Glanapolis and sought to seize her in his arms. Again she struck down his hand with the little fan, watching him continuously and with no change of expression. But the smoldering fire in those eyes told of a greater flame which consumed her slender body and was potent enough to consume many a victim upon its altar.

Gianapolis' yellow skin assumed a faintly mottled appearance. "Whatever is the matter?" he inquired plaintively. "So you must be off-yes? I hear you say 1t-I asking you who to meet?" "Why do you speak in English?" said Gianapolis with a faint irritation. "Let us struck him lightly on the face with her fan, but he clinched his teeth and suppressed an ugly exclamation. "Who was it?" she asked musically, "that say me, 'to hear you speaking English--like rippling "You are muttered Gianapolis, beginning to drill the points of his mustache as was his manner in mo- (a nude, (a nude, you will prepare for your Alight into the subliminal." ments of agitation.

His crooked eyes were fixed upon the face of the girl. "You go too far." "Be watching, my friend, that you also go not too far." The tones were silvery 8.8 ever, but the menace unmistakable. Gianapolis forced a harsh laugh and brushed up his mustache furlously. "What are you driving he demanded, with some return of self fidence. "Am I to be treated to another exhibition of your insane jealousles The girl's eyes opened wide ly.

She darted another at sure!" "My dear Mahara, you talk nonsense!" "Ah!" She glided sinuously toward him, still with one hand resting upon her hip, stood almost touching his shoulder and raised her beautiful, wicked face to his, peering at him through half closed eyes and resting the hand which grasped the fan do lightly upon his arm. "You think I not see? You think I do not watch?" Softer and softer grew the silvery voice. "At Olaf van Noord's studio you think I do not bear? Perhaps you not thinking to care if I see and hear, for it seem you not seeing nor hearing me. I watch and I see. Is it her so soft brown hair? That color of hair is so more prettier than ugly black! Is it her English eyes? Eyes that born in the dark forests of Burma so hideous and so like the eyes of the apes! Is it, her white skin and her red cheeks? A brown skin--though some one there was that say it is satin of heaven--is so tiresome; when no more it is a new toy it does not Really, muttered Gianapolis uneasily, "I think you must be mad! I don't know what.

you are talking about." "Liar!" One lithe step forward the Eurasian sprang and, at the word, brought down the fan with all her strength across Gianapolis' eyes. He staggered away from her, uttering a hoarse cry and instinctively rats. ing his arms to guard himself from further attack, but the girl stood polsed again, her hand upon her hip, and swinging her right toe to and fro. Gianapolis, applying his handkerchief to his eyes, squinted at her furiously. "Liar!" she repeated.

"It is dangerous of any one in house of Mr. King to think to. make hissed the words beneath her of our- "There is Said, who creeps silently, like the jackal." selves. Mr. King would not be glad to hear of it.

I do not like to tell it to Mr. King." Gianapolis rose to his feet unsteadily and stretched out his arms in supplication. "Mahara," he said, "don't treat me like this. Dear little Mahara, what have I done to you? Tell tell me!" "Shall I tell it in English?" asked the Eurasian softly. Her eyes now were nearly closed.

"Or does it worry you that I speak so ugly?" "Mahara!" "I only say, be so very careful." He made final attempt to throw his arms about her, but she hold, slipped from his grasp and ran lightly across the room. "Go! Hurry off!" she said, bending forward and pointing at him with her fan, her eyes widely opened and blazing. "But remember there is danger! There is Said, who creeps silently, like the jackal." She opened the ebony door and darted into the corridor beyond, closing the door behind her. Gianapolis looked about him in a dazed manner and yet again applied his handkerchief to his stinging eyes. Whoever could have seen him now must have failed to recognize the radiant Gianapolis 80 well known in bohemian society, the Gianapolis about whom floated a halo of mystery, but who at all times was such a good fellow and so debonair.

He took up his hat and gloves, turned and resolutely strode to the door. Once he glanced back over his shoulder, but shrugged with a sort of self contempt and ascended to the top of the steps. With a key which he selected from a large bunch in his pocket he opened the door and stepped out into the garage, carefully closing the door behind him. An electric pocket lamp served him with suficient light to find his way out into the lane, and very shortly he was proceeding along Limehouse causeway. At the moment indignation was the major emotion.

ruling his mind. He resented the form which his anger assumed, for it was passion of rebellion, and rebellion is only possible in servants. It is the part of a slave resenting the lash. He WAS an unscrupulous, unmoral man, not lacking in courage of a sort, and upon the conquest of Mahare, the invisible mouthpiece of Mr. King, he bad entered in much the same spirit as that actuating a Kanaka who dives for pearls in a shark infested lagoon.

He had sought slave, and, lo, the slave was become the master! Otherwise whence this spirit of rebellion, this fear? He occupied himself with such profitless reflections up to the time that he came to the electric trams, but from thence onward his mind became other. wise engaged, On his way to Piccadilly circus that same evening he had chanced to And bimself upon a crowded pavement walking immediately behind Denise Ryland and Helen Cumberly. His aesthetic Greek soul bad been fred at first sight of the beauty of the latter, and now his heart had leaped ecstatically, His Arst impulse, of course, had been to join the two ladies, but Gianapolis bad trained himself to suspect all impulses. Therefore be had drawn near- -near enough to overhear their conversation without proeleiming himself. What be had learned by this eavesdropping he counted of peculiar 1 (To Be Continued) Eminent Educator Dead, Pittsburg May 11.

Abert W. Frost, registrar of the University of died suddenly at his home today of DEATHS OF A DAY ALEXANDER B. CAROTHERS. Alexander B. Carothers, a well known resident of Hollidaysburg, died at his home at that place at 5 o'clock last evening of a complication of diseases.

Deceased was born June 14, 1852, the son of B. and Maria. Carothers, Alexander, Yellow Springs. He was born and reared in Canoe Creek and during his lifetime was engaged in various business enterprises. He was the last of his family and is survived by four of Johnstown; Martha, of Hollidaysburg; Mrs.

Maria, wife of Jesse Helsel, of Hollidays- I burg, and May, wife of Joseph Hoover, of waysport. The funeral will take place at 2 o'clock Sunday afternoon from McFarland's chapel. Interment in the Presbyterian cemetery. MRS. LETTIA BOHN LONG.

Mrs. Lettia Bohn Long, wife of Jeremiah C. Long, of Green wood, died at 8:05 o'clock last evening, at her home, of a complication of diseases, after being bedfast for a period of five months. Deceased was born on September 30, 1847, in Franklin county, and was reared there. She came to Altoona with her husband In 1882 and had since resided in this city and vicinity.

She was a member of the Methodist Episcopal church and at her death was affiliated with the Eighth avenue congregation. sne was married fifty -two years ago to Mr. Long, and on March 20, 1915, celebrated their golden wedding anniversary. Her husband has been in a on serious condition for the past seven weeks as the result of a stroke. She was the mother of sixteen children with her husband the following survive: Mrs.

Gladys Wilson and D. Z. Long, of this city; Mrs. S. P.

Nearhoof, of Pleasant valley; E. A. Beecher, Mrs. W. F.

Weston, D. Long and O. V. Long, of Greenwood. She is also survived by nineteen grandchildren and seven great-grandchildren, and four sisters and two! brothers-Mrs.

Cyrus Palmer, Mrs. Rachel Wyandt, Mrs. John Gray, Mrs. William Books, and Charles Bohn, of Altoona, and Adam Bohn, of Los Angeles. funeral arrangements will be announced MRS.

MARY J. MATHER Mrs. Mrs. Margaret Mary died Jane 3.15 Stonebraker, Mather, 808 mother Third ot avenue, at o'clock yesterday afternoon at her daughter's residence, of arterio cirrohsis, following paralytic stroke which she suffered a week ago. She had been in failing health for the last year.

Mrs. Mather was born near Carlisle, July 25, 1840. Her maiden name was Wareham. In 1856 she was wedded to Francis R. Mather, who died in 1890.

Until his deatn they resided in Harrisburg. She spent the last twenty-seven years with her daughter in this city, who survives with Mrs. S. B. Dearing, Norflok, another daughter.

A grandson, a granddaughter, and one greatgrandson also survive. The aged WOman was a member of the First United Brethren church, Circle Ladies of the G. A. R. and the Daughters of Rebekah.

Public funeral ices will be held at 808 Third avenue, Monday afternoon at 2 o'clock. Private burial in Rose Hill tery. MRS. SARAH E. BUCHER Mrs.

Sarah E. Bucher, widow of the late Henry Bucher, of 516 Fifth avenue, died at the home of her daughter, Mrs. Rose Hildreth, of Bush, yesterday morning at 2.15 o'clock, from pneumonia which she had suffered pa but a few days. Mrs. Bucher was for many years a resident of this city and her death, will shock to her many side friends.

Dr. Daniel Bohn, of Seventh avenue, is a nephew of the deceased. But one child survives, Mrs. Hildreth. The body will arrive in the city this afternoon at 3 o'clock and will be taken in charge by Funeral.

Directors Hickey O'Neil. Funeral arrangements will be announced later. JAMES HENRY DELANCEY James Henry Delancey, a life long resident of Blair county and a farmer by occupation, died at the home of his sister-in-law, Mrs. Sarah Delancey, at Greenwood, at 11.30 o'- clock last night after an illness of four weeks with diseases incident to old age. He was born December 29, 1844, and was the last member of his family.

He had resided all his life in the vicinity of Greenwood and for forty years was a member of the United Brethren church. The funeral will take place Sunday afternoon, leaving the house at 1.30 o'clock and proceeding to the Greenwood United Brethren church where services be held at 2 o'clock. Interment in Asbury cemetery. Card of Thanks. We wish in this manner to thank our friends and neighbors for their kindness and sympathy during the death of our Husband and Father.

William H. Coller; also for the floral tributes. CHAPTER XIII. The Opium Agent. to the Pahn court of the Hotel Astoria Mr.

Gianapolis came. radiant and bowing. M. Gaston rose to greet his visitor. M.

Gaston was arrayed in a light gray suit and wore a violet tie of very chaste design. His complexion had assumed a quality of. sallowness, and the pupils of his eyes had acquired, as on the occasion of his visit to the chambers of Sir Brian Malpas, a chatoyant quality. They alternately dilated and contracted in a most remarkable manner--in a manner which attracted the immediate attention of Mr. Gianapolis.

"My dear sir," he said, speaking in French, "you suffer. I perceive how grievously you suffer, and you have been denied that panacea which beneficent nature designed for the service of mankind. A certain gentleman known to both of us (we brethren of the poppy are all nameless) bas advised me of requirements, and here I am." JoYou are welcome!" declared M. Gaston. He rose and grasped eagerly the hand of the Greek, at the same time looking about the Palm court suspiclously.

"You can relieve my sufferings?" Mr. Gianapolis seated himself beside the Frenchman. "I perceive," he said. "that you are of those who abjure the heresies of De Quincey. How little he knew.

that De Quincey, of the true ritual of the poppy! He regarded it as the German regards his lager, whereas we know. you and I. that it is an Eleusinian mystery, that true communicants must retreat to the temple of the goddess it they would partake of paradise with her." "It is perhaps a question of temper- ament," said M. Gaston, speaking in a singularly tremulous voice. "De Quincey apparently possessed the type of constitution which is cerebrally stimulated by opium.

To such a being the golden gates are closed, and the easterners, whom he despised for what he termed their beastly lethargies, have taught me the real secret of the poppy. I do not employ opium as an aid to my social activities: I regard it as nepenthe from them and as a key to a brighter realm. It has been my custom, M. Gianapolis, for many years periodically to visit that fairyland. In Paris I regularly arranged my affairs in such a manner that I found myself occasionally at liberty to spend two or three days, as the case might be, in the company of my bright friends who haunted the Boulevard Beaumarchais." "Ab, our acquaintance has mentioned something of this to me, monsieur! You knew Mme.

Jean?" "The dear Mme. Jean! Name of a name! She was the hierophant of my Paris Sen?" "Our excellent Sen! Splendid man! It was from the hands of the worthy Sen, the incomparable Sen, that I received the key to the gate! Ah, how I have suffered since the accursed business has exiled me from feel for you," declared Gianapo116 warmly. too, have worshiped at the shrine. and although I cannot promise that the London establishment to which I shall introduce you is comparable with that over which Mme. Jean formerly exclaimed M.

Gaston. with lifted eyebrows. "You do not tell friend," said Glanapolis, "in Europe we are less enlightened upon certain matters than in Smyrna, in Constantinople--in Cairo. The impertiment police have closed the establish- ment in the Rue St. Claude!" "Ah!" exclaimed M.

Gaston, striking his brow. "Misery! I shall return to Paris, then. only to die!" "I would suggest, monsieur," said Gianapolis, tapping him confidentially upon the breast, "that you periodically visit London in future. The journey is a short one, and already, I am happy to say, the London establishment (conducted by Mr. Ho Pin of Canton, a most accomplished gentleman and graduate of London) enjoys the patronage of several distinguished citizens of Paris, of Brussels, of Vienna and elsewhere." "You offer me life," declared M.

Gaston gratefully. "The commoner establishments for the convenience of sailors and others of that class at Dieppe, Calais' -he shrugged his shoulders comprehensively "are impossible 2.8 resorts. In catering for the true devotees -for those who, unlike De Quincoy, plunge and do not dabble. for those who seek to explore the ultimate regions of poppy land, for those who have learned the mystery from the real masters in Asia and not in Europe enterprise conducted by Mme. Jean supplied a want long and bitterly experienced.

I rejoice to know that London has not been neglected." "My dear friend," cried Gianapolis enthusiastically, "no important city has been neglected! A high priest of the cult has arisen. and from a parent lodge in Peking be has extended his offices to kindred lodges in most ot the capitals of Europe and Asia. He has not neglected the near east. and 'America owes him a national debt of gratitude." the man murmured NOTICE OF NEW PRICES On and after, this date the price for funeral carriages will be $2 per carriage when used within the city limits. Weddings and balls $3 per carriage, round trip.

BURNS LIVERY. RECENT WEDDINGS Calvert At 4 o'clock yesterday in Washington, Rev. F. Dean Miller, pastor of First Presbyterian church, this city, united in marriage, Mr. Warren Calvert, of this city, and Miss Clara Walters, Pittsburg.

The ceremony was performed at the home of Miss Walters' aunt, Mrs. Fleming, 65 W. Halem street, at Washington, Pa. Mr. Calvert is manager of the automobile accessories store on Twelfth avenue, while his bride is a most accomplished young lady Pittsburg.

She has a cultured contralto voice, and has been soloist at Edgewood Presbyterian church for the past ten years. ler. and Mrs. Calvert will be at some to their friends after October 1, 2507 West Chestnut avenue. Meintel-Mountain.

Last evening at 7:30 o'clock, Rev. Father James B. Egan, rector of St. Mark's Roman Catholic church, united in marriage at the church rectory Mr. Roy James Meintel, of 722 First avenue, and Miss Margaret R.

Mountain, of Juniata. They were attended by Mr. Paul E. Daly and Mrs. Gladys Daly.

Immediately after the wedding ceremony a reception was tendered the newlyweds at the home of friends on the East Side. The bride is popular young lady, well liked by a host of friends here and in Juniata. Her husband is A machinist in the employ of the Pennsy. After an extensive honeymoon they will reside in this city. McFarland-livanie.

At St. Louis, April 23, the pastor of the First Lutheran church united in marriage Mr. Charles L. McFarland, a former Juniata boy, employe of the Penney in this city in the Altoona Machine shops and Miss Hilda Goodwin Ilvanie, daughter of Mr. and Mrs.

G. T. Ilvanie, of Cresson Springs. The couple were unattended. After a honeymoon trip to points of interest in the west, they will reside in this city.

Marriage License Issued. To R. J. Meintel, 722 First avenue, Altoona, and Mary R. Mountain, of Juniata.

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