The Seattle Star Newspaper, August 1, 1914, Page 8

BYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS) so we let him have his coke when | leader whieh the enift cent Riverdale home and lays plans for ol in New eo had mys ep his baby during other, Margreave hurries to his erecy whore 18 years before terlously left an the do daughter, Florence Gray. He also pays 8 Visit to the hangar of a daredevil aviator Braine and members of his band Found Hargreay me at might, they enter the house the watehbers out gee 8 balloon leave the roof, The saf found empty—the million which at wont. | sneaking idea that this man Jones, |] te the. ays to whom nobody had given any par- |] theatres ehred ny tioular attention, is a deep, clever | — oe Set” man. He may have been honestly | Norton tays « trap for Braine and his| Attempting to find a new biding Sn Princess Olgn also visits the! place; the advertisement in the a captain and she cantly fewer (rewspaper may have drawn him, eee einai wratnce good luck ana | He may have thrown the box over enly birelings fall Inte the hands of the! ad pure rage at Bee 14 — checkmated. (Again, the whole| pt a i tg Relay a tf | thing mag havé been worked up her for money, but she escapes, agala Foll | for our benefit, a biind. But if} them. | that’s the case, Jones has us on the | countess call on Flor! hip, for we can’t tell. But we can | ne. Jones re-/ GO What tn all probability he ex:| and from ® pects we'll cease to do-—wateh him cavity takes » box. med by mombore tase as shrewdly as before Jreportera were banging eo . Ef the Black Nand, whe Rave Occ" ic che| Olga caught his hand and drew|their typewriters, and = {nterm him down beside her. “I wasn't| ling you could hear the ceaseless | going to bother you tonight, but it] Clickety-elick from the telegraph Pe nee The managing editor came out of For reply she rose and walked | bis office and approached the desk Th Cc untess’ jover to the light button. She “So Lo gee aa Come over to .the window, | Might city editor. z Coaching Party) com ore, 0, the ving een etek on that Pas-| (Copyright, 1914, by Harold Mac-ithe room. “Over the way, the | @™m™a rumpus Grath.) house with the marble frontage.” “Too wot Vee CHAPTER VI | A man emerged, lit a cigaret, and Agee Pde laggy oaerase 7 | walked leisurely down the street ver 0 “Did you get the Rive a “No!” she cried, as Braine turned |Danquet. The major Is going to; ame countess, arse teiventure |t make for the door, doubtless |throw a bomb Into the en . Braine recounted ie aay ey pirt,{ With the intention of finding out | Camp moe we age!” he suarlee. shat I yad| Whe this man was. “Every night| “Nothing on the Hargreave/ haven't I just told you that I had) ier you leave he appears. stuff to fight for my life? My boat was fn flames. We had to swim for itj till we were picked up by a Long! Island barge tug. I don't know ‘what became of the motor man. He must have headed straight for shore. And I'm glad he did. Oth-) erwise he'd be howling for the price, of another boat. Olga, for the first) time I've had to let one of the boys have a look at my fwee. Doesn't) know the name; but one of these, days he'll stumbe across it, and | the result will be blackmail, unless I push him off into the dark. It ‘was accidental.” hands tightly clenched. “But the box!" Braine made a gesture of despair. “Leo, are you using any drug these days i “Don't make fun of me, Olga,” impatiently. “Did you ever see me drink than a pint of wine or smoke more than two cigars in an evening? Poor fools’ my brain go into the wastebasket for the sake of an hour or so of exhilaration? No, and never will ! T'm keen about the gray matter I've got, and by the Lord Harry, I'm going to keep it. There's only one| dope fiend in the Hundred, and he's | one of the best decoys we have, Five Months’ Dividends Jan. 1 on all funds left here on or before Aug. 5 This association is operated as a MUTUAL SAVINGS 80- CIETY under the strictest of state laws. The funds left withus by mem- bers are invested in first mort- gages and in approved federal and state bonds. The state law stipulates that our entire earnings, less running expenses, shall be paid to our ‘members twice each year in dive dends. Payment of $1.00 or makes you a member, more For over thirteen years we have never paid less than 6 per cent on savings. For the past twelve months our members received 7 Ae on their savings. | Our booklet explains more jing some apartment above. ‘|the lights on till fully, Out-of-town funds may be sent through the mail. OPEN 9 A. M. TO 5 P.M. Puget Sound Savings & Loan Association A Mutual Savings Society Established 1901 222 Pike St. | body with a crooked mind. ever he really needs it, But this man Felton has seen my face, Some day he'll see it again, ask questions, and then Then what? A burtal at sea he laughed The laughter died swiftly as it] came. Threw it into 800 feet of water, on a bar wh the sands | are always shifting. He'll find it, even if he took the r He coulé not have got a d one, The sun was dropping and the shadows were long. He threw phest Into the water and then aN pexging away at us, as! and fired our tank } to me as if he had cool le wasted his time. ks you| I've a That and me Retw Rate post, depends and the joes he follow me?” No. And that’s what bothered me at first. I believe he was watch- But regularly when I turn out the lights he comes forth So there's nq doubt that he watches you enter j and takes note of your departure.” “But doesn’t follow me. That's What the devil Is his idea. T'd give a good deal to learn.”| The shadow and the glowing cigaret disappeared around the cor- | ner, and the lights in the apartment were turned on again. “He's gone. You really think he's watching me?" “He ts watching this apartment, I know that much.” And evem at that moment the! watcher was watching from his vantage behind the corner. ‘Suspicious he marmured, tossing the cigaret into the gutter. “They're watching me for a change. I'll drop out, I know what I know, It's a great world. It’s fine to be alive and kicking on top of it." He} went On without haste and took the subway train for downtown. | “Is there any way I could get) near him?” asked Braine. Toémorrow night you might leave | by the janitor’s entrance. I'll keep you're outside. Then I'll turn them off and you can follow and learn who he is.” t's mighty Important.” Don't scowl, At your age a wrinkle is apt to remain if you once get it started.” | odd He laughed. “Wrinkles!” She| could talk of wrinkles. | “They are more important than you think. Every morning I rub out | the wrinkle I go to bed with.” *I wish you could rub out the general stupidity which ts wrinkling my brain. I've made three moves and talled in each. What's come “Perhaps you've had too many successes. The wheel of chance is| ways turning around.” May I smoke?” “Thanks. At least {t proves you| still have some consideration for| Yow would smoke whether it} was agreeable or not.: But I like! the odor of a good cigar. And it} always helps you to think.” | Braine lit the cigar and began his| customary pacing. At length he| paused “Suppose we have a real old-fash- foned coaching party out to the old| mansion we know about?” “And what shall we do there?” “Make the mansion an enchanted castle where sometimés people who enter can't get out. Do you think you could get her to go?” “T can try.” “Olga, I must have that girl; and I must have her soon. Sometimes) I find myself mightily puzzled over} the whole thing. If Hargreave is alive, why doesn’t he turn up, now that it’s practically known that his} daughter presides over his house-| hold? I might understand it if I didn’t know that Hargreave is really afraid of nothing. Where 1s the man with the $5,000, picked up at/ sea? What was the reason for Jones | carrying that Vox out in »road day. light? Who is the chap watching across the street? Sometimes I be lieve in my soul—if I have one! that Hargreave is playing with us, playing! Well,” flinging the half. consumed cigar into the grate, “t Black Hundred always goes forward, win. or lose, and never forgets.” “We are a fine pair,” said the! woman, bitterly | “We are exactly What fate in tended us te be. They wrote you! down in the book as a beautiful They wrote me down as the devil doomed to roam earth's top till I'm | killed.” “Killed?” Why, yes. I'm not the kind of chap who dies in bed, surrounded the weeping members of the family, doctor, nurse, and priest I'm a scoundrel; but it has this waving grace, I enjoy being a scoun- drel. Now, I'm going up to the club, There's nothing like a gam of billiards or chess to smooth t me. wrinkle which seems to worry you.” In the great newspaper office there was a mighty racket. Mid night always means pandemonium in the city room of a metropolitan daily. Copy boys were rushing t and fro, messengers and printers, with sticky galleys in thelr hands; | party bowled away jand | sence THE SEATTLE STAR thin paper, in which to amb A board of three Judges will tons recetved is the mont Will be considered in the de ‘The judges are to be of the acennrt Guess I'd better put that in the cubbyhole. N He's dead. and yetr” eas big as a postage a “That will leave the girl in a tough place. «No will, no birth cer tifieate; and worst of all, no photo-| graph of the old man himself. don't see why Jim sidestepped this affair. He is the only man in town who knew anything about Har greave,” “He hasn't given it up, but he wants to cover it In his own way, turn the yarn over when he's got It —no false alarms.” Ah! So that’s tho game?” “Yes; and Jim ts the sort every paper needs, When the time comes [the story turns up, if there ts one Here he is now. Loks Itke an actor) Here he is now. Looks like an actor looking chap, though.” Norton came in through the outer gates, He was in evening clothes, top hat. A dead cigarette dangled between his lps. “How much do you want?” the night city editor “Column and a half.” “Ott with your glad rags’ “Anything good?” asked the man King editor “The lid has been jammed on tight. No wine In any restaurant after 1 o'clock. There'll be a round. up of every gunman In town.” “Good work! Go to It” It was 1 turned in his last sheet of copy and asked o'clock when Norton} Just outside the) being shows and you ich of the many solu~ “determine w x of m iterary Lieyd Lonergan, author Norton smiled }@ jaunt out there 1 sure of the location “Yes, “Well, walter, me. ers you ever | things com What a he watched him jump into the car and so flying up the street Jones was & good deal surprised when Chilten manor What made | dressed like this?” | manded “I'm a@ suspicious duffer; that's the reason.” “Do ou know anything?” | “Well, no; I can't say that I do. | But, hang IT just had to come out here.” | “Mabe it's just a good-by m since they wouldn't Invite I'm one of the best little watt fo ana heard of; and all to him who wait ple nt, affable | young man you the come here butler de maybe well you did,” sald Jonex moodily “I know this place. keeper used The house » be my nurse, and if she is still on the job she may be of service to us. You don't think they'll question or r »enize met “Hardly. I'll put in a word for I say I nent for you, not | you. | knowing If we had enough servants | Florence to take care of the luncheon.” “And now I'll go and hunt | Meg.” | enough, his old nurse wan) jst up} when her “baby” disclosed his| [identity sho all but fell | neck | "But what are you doing here, dressed up as a walter?” | “It's a little secret, Meg. nab and the truth is I'm very desperately tn love with the young lady in whe honor this coaching | party is being given. And | maybe she’s in danger.” Danger? What about?” “The Lord only knows, But show }me about the house. I've not been |here in so long I've forgotten the |run of it. I remember one room | with the secret panel and another with a painting that turned. Have they changed them?” | “No; just the samo here as ft jused to be. Come along and I'll show you.” started for home | Norton inspected the rooms care. entrance to the building a man With) fujjy, stowing away in his mind a slouch hat drawn down over bi8) every detail, He might be worr) eyes stepped forward }ing about nothing, but so many orton?" Mr. ? Norton stepped back, sus pletously. The other chuckled, lowered his hat swiftly. “Good Lord!” murmured the re porter. “Will you take a ride with me ina taxi?” “All the way to Syracuse, if you say #0. Well, I'll be tinker damned!" “No names, please!” What took place in that taxicab was never generally known. But at 10 o'clock the next morning Norton surprised the out. Norton proceeded downtown to the National bank, where he depos ited 600 in bills of large denom inations. The teller had some diffi culty in counting them, They stuck together and retained the sodden ap raised and pearance of money recently sub. merged. ° ° . . . . Florence was delighted at the fd of a coaching party. Often during her school girl days she had se the fashionable coaches go ca n ing along the road, with the sharp. clear note of the bugle rising above the thunder of hoofs and rattling of wheels. Jones was not enthusiastic; neither was he a killjoy. “But you are to go along, too,” said Florence. Miss Florence?” “The countess invited you es pecially. You will go with a ham per.” “Ah, in my capacity as butler very good, Miss Florence.” To her he gave no sign of his secret satis faction The and the gay They wound in and out of the streets toward the country to the crack of the whip the blare of the horn Flor ence’s enjoyment would have been perfect had it not been for the ab of Norton, Why hadn't he been invited? She did not ask be. cause she did not care to disclose |to the countess her interest in the lreporter.. They were nearing the limits of the elty when the coach was forced to take a sharp turn to avoid an automobile in trouble, The man puttering at the engine raised his head. It was Norton, and Flor ence waved her hand vigorously ‘A coaching party he mur- mured; “and our Uncle James was not invited! Oh, very well!” He ughed, and suddenly grew sert ous, It would not hurt to find out where that coach was going. He set to work savagely, located the trouble, righted it, and set off for the Hargreave home. He found Susan and bombarded her with questions which to Susan came with the rapidity of rain upon the roof. “So Jones went along?” “In his capacity of butler only.” hour arrived, levator boy by going} | Strange things bad happened that it was better to be on the side of caution than on the side of care lessness, He left the house and jran across Jones carrying a basket of wine “Here, Norton, take this to party. I want to reconnoiter.” “All right, m'tud! 8 Jones, how much do you think I'd earn at this job?” comically | t along with you, Mr. Norton be the time to laugh, the ! thought Susan as she! turned up at the old |} in charge of the house, and | make the least notse T wan't | real prisom and’ = THE MILLION DOLLAR MYSTERY then it may not.” I'm going back Into the house and hide behind a secret panel, I've got my revolver, You go to the stables and take a try at my car see if she works smoothly. We may have to do some hiking. Where is the countess in this? Leave that to me, Mr. Norton. said the butler with his grim sinile. “Be off; they are moving toward the house.” So Norton carried the basket around to the lawn, where It was taken from his hands by the regu jar servant. He sighed as he saw Florence, laughing and chatting with a man who was a stranger and whom he heard addresse count no doubt. Where was all this! jtangle going to end? He wished | he knew, And what a yarn he was going to write some day! It would |be read like one of Gaboriau's| }tales, He turned away to wander | idly about the grounds, when be |yond a clump of re he saw | three or four men conversing lowly He got a® near as possible, for |when three or four men put thelr ced |heade together and whisper ant-| matedly, it usually means a poker| game or something worse, He| }ecaught a phras or two as it came |down the wind, and then he knew |that the vague suspicions that had | brought him out here had been set jin motion bs f He heard |"Florence” and “the old drawing |room;" und that was enough He scurried about for Jones, It! was pure luck that he had had old} Meg show him through the house, otherwise he would have forgotten all about the secret panel in the wall and the painting. Jones shrugged resignediy, Were these men of the countess’ party? Nor- ton coulin't say Norton made his hiding place in safety; and by and by he could hear the guesta moving about in the room, Then all sounds ceased for a while. Norton strained Mis ear against the panel. A door; closed sharply “No; here you must stay, youn lady,” said a man's voice, “What do you mean, sir?” manded the beloved votce, “It means that no one will re- turn to this room and that you will not be missed until it is too date.” | The sound of voices stopped ab |ruptly, and something like scuffling | jensued. Later Norton heard the! back of a chair strike the panel and some one sat heavily upon it | He waited perhaps five minutes; then he gently slid bi the panel. | sat bound and gagged| junder his vety eyes! It was but| the work of a moment to liberate! her. “Tt te 1, de- Jim. Do not speak or) Follow me.” Florence Greatly astonished, upon his | | obeyed; and the panel slipped back |into place. The room behind the [secret panel had |To Florence it barred windows. | appeared to be a) “How did you get here?* sel anked breathlessly. } “Something toki me to follow you. And something is always going to tell me to follow you, Florence.” She pressed his hand. It was to her as if one of those book heroes had stepped out of a book; only book heroes always had tremend ous fortunes and did not have to work for a living. Oddly enough, she was not afraid. “Who was the man?” “The Count Norfeldt has imposed upon the countess.” READ Ave. aturday. Colonial—Fourth day, Friday and ‘Tourist—Occidential, Dream—First Ave Yesler—Nineteenth Arlington Scenice—Sunday Bellingham Bell—Monday. THE MILLION DOLLAR MYSTERY In TODAY’S STAR Then See the Pictures SEATTLE at near Yesler— and Cherry and Yesler way Third Avenue—Third and Pike | BALLARD Princess—Market and Twentieth—Tuesday. EVERETT star—1810 Hewitt—Monday and Tuesday. Snohomish Mt. Vernon Orpheum—Wednesday, Pass ne—Tuesd. Some friend of the count-} Jousine Was out of the question, jof a prank, She was beginning to Horses whispered Jones,| have such confidence in these two There are several saddie horses,| inventive men that she felt as if already saddied. How about these | she was er going to be afraid pe the owners? any more On, th are beyond reproach When the Countess Olga saw the They have doubtless been tmposed| three he it was an effort not upon. Tut let us get aboard first.|to fly into a rage, But secretly « There will time to ater.) warned her peo: who y I'll have to do sone explaining,| cave ehase in the limouw while taking these nage off like this, We|she prattled and nd won't have to ride out in front) laughed with her company, who where the plenich ¢. There's! were quite unaware that a & lane back of the stable, and alwas being enacted right under slight detour brings us back into|their very noses, The the main road while she acted superbly The three mounted and clattered| handkerchief into shreds To Florence it had the air) was something sinister in the way When soclety’s tango In the sands at the seashore met Instantane- ous popularity among the proletariat, it at ence became too commoy for the fashionable Rhode Island resorts, and the board walk tango was hastily improvised to take its place. The picture shows Miss Brock dancing with A. McGoord among the canopies at Narragansett p' LEAGUE TAKES SAM MUST BE UP MILK PERIL’ AGOOD TALKER Reorganized committees of the Althbugh Sam E aslo has no legal Municipal League will this year) claim against the city because tne work with the state tax tommission | ambulance hit him and broke his for an amendment of the state con-| ribs, he was, nevertheless, granted stitution revising the taxation sy8-| $200 yesterday by the cfty council, tem. Also they will investigate a/ atter he told a hard luck story. municipal dairy for distributing § attle’s milk 3 WOMEN FILE | |'CHURCHES TO | GET TOGETHER? By Harold MacGrath off all their plans fell through at the e moment of consummation; that night she determined to sine to withdraw from this which gradually decimated their numbers without getting ther re toward the goal s shouted that the limousine a uring down the road. ,_ Some thing must be done to st He sted that he drop behind, leave his horse, and take a chance at potting a tire from the shrub- bery at the roadside. t Keep going Don't stop, Nor ton, till you are back in town. IA manage to dake good care of myself (To He Continued. ) IN THE NEW SUNDAY PRO |Sram at the Clemmer a contrast of |people is offered in “Love Versus | Pride,” the story of a girl with false nbitions, and “Farmer Rodney's Daughter,” telling of a happy mar riage The comedy is Snakeville’s New Waitress,” another of the Sophie | Clutts ries, and tells of a riot of | fur dining room, The scenic Straits of Bonifacio,” | in The educational Hemp Growing in New Zealand, and offers an idea of what rope ie made of. The latest news of the world comes in the Hearst-Selig |News, and the Rotary club piente |shows some of Seattle's business }men when they forget their busi- | ness cares. | THE NEW PROGRAM AT THE |Ciass A theatre, Commencing Sun- day, inelu The Sevefth Pre lude,” & two. reel Essanay detective {drama -featuring Gerda Holmes; The Deadly Battle at Hicksville,” a Kalem comedy, with Ruth Roland in the leading role, and a well-acted railroad drama by the Edison com- | pany entitled “Across the Burning | Trestle,” featuring Mabel Trun- nelle eee Johnny Bunny {is featured in “Pigs Is Pigs,” a Vitagraph com- edy, which heads the laugh makers on the new bill Sunday at the |Colonial. There are two other | comedies, a two-part drama, and | another picture on the same bill | “ pae Styles may come arid styles go, but Francis X. Busbman, lead- ing dramatic man of the Essanay Film company, continues to wear his little white straw hat of. 1910 vintage around the studio betweem scenes. . . Clemmer Until Saturday — “What the Daisies Said.” ry Pickford drama; “The Fable of the Champion,” @ George Ade comed: “Qualifying for Lena,” comed: The Man With a Glove,” dram “Wild cone PS oe vaca in Russia, vine dustry in Marsala, educational. eee Class A Sunday Until Night se Tuesday “The Seventh Prelude,” two-reel Essanay drama, with Gerda Holmes; “Across the Desert,” Bée ison drama, with Mabel Trunnelle; “Desperate Battle at Hicksville, Kalem comedy wih Ruth Boland * Melbourne eur Saturday Night, “The Substitute,” two-part Th: Do you think so?" with a bouser drama; “The Derelict,” Ma strange look in bin eyes BELLINGHAM, Aug. 1.—Declara jestic drama; “Mutual Girl" a “What do you mean? |tidns of candidacy for office in| One of the biggest plans of co-|"Mistakes Will Happen,” Roy; “Nothing just now. The idea is| Whatcom county have been filed operation ever attempted is a pré-| comedy, to get out of here just as quickly|by three women, Mrs. Frances Ax-|posed uniting of all Seattle see as we can. See this painting?” He| tell, progressive, state senator; | churches in social service work, be-| Grand Until Saturday Night touched a #pot on the wall and the | Miss Nellie Rogers, democratic gan-| ginning next fall “When Lieber Katrine Catches painting slowly swung out like a/di@ate, renomination county treas- ——— | Convict,” American comedy; “T! door. “Come; we make our es|trer; Miss Ethel Everett, repub- Angel of Contention,” two-reel Ma cape to the side lawn from here.” | ican, school superintendent SUSPENDS TAPE or, drama; “Soldiers of Misfore At the stale they were con sds tune,’ Keystone comedy. * fronted with the knowledge that G T Ss 0 S Anthony Caminettt, ission- Norton's car was out of commis-| aiohGrie HOWS ... gecerkl ah Mamita, yenter, |oMaeiel Sunday Until Tuesday sion; Jones could’ do nothing with _ day ordered suspended Frank H Night it. Then Norton suggested thathe| ELLENSBURG, Aug. 1.—Many! ‘Tape, Chinese interpreter of the|_ “Three Men and a Woman,” two make ari effort to commandeer the | orchards in this district have been|immigration office here, pending | Patt Lubin drama; “Pigs Is Pigs,” limousine of the countess; but/ attacked with blight, the pest show-|an investigation of the charges |V!t#sraph comedy, with John Bum sea ape ing in pears and apples whose skins | that be was active in the smuggling|®¥:, “She Wanted to Know" “and were broken by the severe hail'of Chinese and in violating the| Al! for Love,” Lubin _ comedies, Pike—Wednesday, Thurs- Sunday. Friday and Saturday. Wednesday. Saturday and Sunday. Anacortes New Empire—Thursday. Sedro-Woolley Dream—Friday, storm two weeks ago Mann act THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE AONT MARY ADVISES (Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.) Dick is still away from the office and they do not know were he is. I cannot help worrying about him and J am sure that Aunt Mary suspects something is wrong, but she is a dear—she doesn’t say a word However, looked much distressed and when I insisted upon her telling me the reason she said “Margie, your Father Waverly is a very sick man, Sally realize it, but | am sure that he is not going to live very long. He is much discouraged and Jack's actions are worrying him into his grave He could hardly get down to breakfast this morning and he did eat anything, seemed all he could do to pull himself up the steps.” “It makes me feel terrible, Aunt Mary, to think of Dad Waverly going about in a street car while Dick and I have a choice of four of the Symone motors 1 am going down after him tonight and take him home There was a silence for a moment or two, I know that Aunt Mary wanted to say something to me, but either she could not get up courage or that she did not just know how to say it. 1 waited patiently, know- ing that she would tell me shortly. At last she spoke: “Margie, did you find an apartment that suited you yesterday?” “No, dear, I felt so lame that I did not go out.” “Let's go and look today dear,” she invited, “Why, of course, but what's the great hurry just gor today?” “Well, dear, I tell you. | am sure that Richard will not live long. I would not be surprised to know that he suddenly expired on the street or in the store, “1 feel, dear, if anything of this kind should happen that you would, in your unselfishness, suggest going to live with Sally and | Mollie, “Margie, dear, you won't think IT am a bad old woman if I say you will be very unhappy if you make an arrangement of this kind You have not the kind of temperament that can get along with Dick's mother, You are not tolerant enough, Margie.” “IT hope I am tolerant of everything but selfishness and shame, Aunt Mary,” I said humbly, for I don’t want to be a puritanical egotist, “That's it, Margie. Almost all the things one must be tolerant of come from selfishness and shame, ‘Tam afraid if you are not settled soon in a place of your own}* it will seem the only logical thing for you and Dick to do if anything should happen to Richard.” 1 wonder why we always say, “if anything should happ we always mean “if the one dreadful thing should happen?” Humanity has the strength to bear that of which it seldom has courage to speak, Just the same, I'm going to get settled in that apartment next week if I can, when (To be continued Monday.) doesn’t | not | and I watched him as he boarded the street car and it! with another drama. Mission Sunday and Al! Week | “The Man on the Box,” with Mag Figman. 7 RESIDENCE. ‘THEATRES “At the Home Until Sunday “Between Savage and Tiger,” stx- |part feature. |At the asant Hour Until Sunday ‘The Madonna of the Slums, two-part drama; “The Plot Tbat Failed, . drama ; Ford Sterling in | “Neighbors,” comedy. when she came here from Waverly’s this morning she | | Complete Report Jof Market Today Prices Paid Protegers f for Vegetables and uit | (Corrected dally by 3. w Getwin & Co» | New potatoes, 1%@ Onions ‘ JOntons, green. 2.2.2... Pabbage rots - al radishes chs Mflower, per doz. .... 1 al celery ley . tomatoes house tom termelons, new strained Choice lemons, Fancy lemons, per crate. Cantaloupes : |Loganberries ; Raspberries tooking apples al, Gravenatines Plums pom, seedlons | Macagas Cat. penc : al peaches. vices Pald Producers Poultry, Veal Guinea’ fowl, live, don JOid pigeons, Kood size, @ | Vent, 65 to 120-1b, Veal, larse : Pork, good block hogs... 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