l: drum of the Hoosiers—whose cry
--to arms" might have been; "come all
: .gye nameless babes and unfortunate
~.v.nothers and damned be them that
orsako yo!" s » .
- The woman who hurl aroused these
c Aboughts in Martha. Dalton on that
c ~9omorablo night. a. woman young.
l
...};n—
through the ones drn'sch
of amiss-swept night in late October
of the'y‘ear net. It was ten o‘clock.
Inc an hour and more Martha
..naltoa. from her an east in the
“may Mid Pullman car; had
. been fortivoly studying the woman
beside the window. '
torest aroused and her Eve-like curi-
telty piqued. but her womanly sym-
mies. ever alert and forever seek-
- an outlet somewhere. had been
-°oleliensod again. It was the old
"dumber csll." and it was hammering
, "Int Mn Daiton's heart.
'1 ' ”‘But why." she kept asking hen
inlf with a whimsical sort of humor
..1 ”hotter medicine in a sick room than
. any. physio—" "why should I con-
'f‘sera myself with the possibility of
every woman's troubles? Lord knows
Ll-‘se got troubles enough of my own
to spare."
-"l'hus Martha Dalton—"Mother"
ton they had affectionately nick-
-' named her back there in the big ma-
zurnity hospital where for four years
1h- hsd battled with life and death.
with tnternes. with graduate and
i undergraduate nurses. from the cita-
-' do! of her arduous stewardship as
start! supervisor. "Mother" Dalton-—
; Moutlful and alone. and wearing the
t. f!“‘. of culture in the poise of her
~ proud head. occupied a deep leather
chair drawn close to a window.
Iglpread across the back of her chair
3 vans a soalskin cost. The handsome
.Asult of brown broadcloth she was
. golfing bore the unmistakable starrip
.of New York‘ tailoring. Her un-
gloved hands were clasped tightly
' r a portmantcau resting in her
.:_'.- 0n the floor at the slde‘of her
lc'hair lay a richly plumed Gains-
.borough hat. A splendid diamond
. 'eparkled on one finger. On another
I. [deemed a heavy wedding ring. A
1 'great mass of bronco-tinted hair like
_'”the rippling flow of spun copper
graced the shapely head. .snd the
face. turned slightly away from the
n-lsshed window pane. was tragic
.. in its expression. In the depths of
the dark eyes looking straight ahead
_ was written s. tragic story that
.‘.' seemed to tell of wrecked hopes and
p; a shattered faith.
" At times. as she watched. Nurse
: Dalton would see the woman’s
J clasped fingers grip the knuckles in
a convulsive clutch. The mobile
mouth would grow strangely dis-
torted for a fleeting moment. and
into the handsome eyes would leap s
., ., tic gleam. to hold for a brief
‘. t and then gradually fade out
Info. , ,
mm-ffl'hat woman." the watcher dnally
, id herself. "is suffering both men-
.“ hand physical torture. Unless -I
gun cc‘atly mistaken. ehsought to
... .. got into a. hospital and that pretty
‘ :quick. Bo ! rsckon. after all. that
z ‘13". up to ma to get busy."
‘. ice At instant - i train began to
. Moldy up. They were nearing the sta-
trtlop of. Msrtha‘Dalton's own home
r”. Csmdenville. She rose with
. gulch determination and crossed over
’tn the woman by the window. .
"Phase pardon me. madam." she
began, . ttlng to the heart of her
_‘jrumose onvthe jump. "i am a nurse.
“'es you ‘can see. I live in this town
”we are now entering. You need help
‘r-and you need it quick. This is no
'3 time or place to‘ bother about for-
mutilities. If you'll come with me I'll
' z‘bnle care of you.” ’
3-“ Into woman looked up and into the
"Jam-he's eyes. What she saw there
renewed to soothe for a moment both
wiser tortured brain and body. She
. Not only was her professional In- '
-!hit old doctors used to say was'
i. 'r‘
I“ 4--
tried to smile. but it was a crooked.
pitiful little smile that was wiped out
when the slender body twisted and
then suddenly crumpled in the chair.
The l maze-topped head dropped over
to one side.
Nurse Dalton bent down and
caught the drooping form in her
arms. A second later the train drew
up at the station and stopped. She
looked around. Several men were
sitting close by but none made any
offer of aid. A portt‘l‘ rushed up from
the rear of the car. ,
"Can I help you. ma'afn?" he in-
quired solicitously.
Nurse Dalton flashed him a grate
ful look. '
“indeed you can." she replied
swiftly. "You can help me get her
off the train and into the waiting
room. ISbo must \have a doctor at
once. She is very ill."
The porter. big and'strong. took
the limp figure from Martha Dalton’s
arms. He held the woman erect
while the other wrapped the uncon‘
s‘clous form in the seslskln cost
which she fastened in front._ Then
the porter lifted the woman and car-
ried her to the car's exit. Down the
steps he went, and across the plat-
form into the waiting room. Nurse
Dalton followed closely. lugging her
suitcase and the woman's portman-
teau‘and hat. .
The station agent. mouth agape
and eyes staring. rushed out of the
ticket cfflce.
"What's the matter. Miss Dalton?"
he gasped. ‘
“We've had to take this woman off
the train. Charlie.".shs replied. talk-
ing fast. “She is very ill. The case
is urgent. There’s no time to take
her clear out to st. Mary's. We'll
take her across the street to Profsn'
Mollie Elwell's. ,I know it'll be all
right with Mollie nn' Prof. You get
a. raincoat or something to wrap her
up in—an' get it quicki',’
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Rusty
The engine's bell was ringing. dho‘
turned to the porter holding the still
form. '
"You've got to be going." she said
briefly. "Goodby and thanks. You're
a real man!"
She took the limp figure in her
own strong arms. The porter. his
dark eyes glowing. rushed out to
catch his train. A moment later the
station agent returned with n big
piece of tarpaulln. Nurse Dalton
held the woman up on her feet.
"Wrap it around her." she said.
“Neck. head and all. This rain's
awful. Then carry her across the
street for me to tho Elwell cottage.
Then you hurry over to Doc Palmer's
nn' bring him back as quick as you
can."
There was no lost motion in the
cogs of Nurse Dalton's brain nor in
her talk. She did her work well and
did it fast. Always.
In the drifil‘v‘in. the agent car-
ried the woman across the street and
up on the porch a hospitably
lighted cottage. There he jerked the
dripping tsrpaulin oil' and let it drop
to the floor. Nurse Dalton. holding
the suitcase in one hand and the
handbag and hat - in tho other.
stepped close to the door and gave it
s. couple of lusty kicks. The glass
panes in their settings shook and
the doorknob rattled.
“Mollie an' Prof. coins quick!" she
cried in a voice that cut sharp above
the scream of wind and the splash
of 'raln. "It's Dalton out here-
Nurse Dalton!"
An instant and the door was
opened wide. A mar; good looking.
young. with a face alive with friend.
iy interest. stood framed in the open-
ing. Behind him stood a pretty
young woman with a. boy of. per
haps. live by her side. N urso Dalton
stepped quickly inside. followed by
the agent with his burden wrapped
in a sealskin cost. The
écmLm-mmim
- tongue worked fast.
' , Charlie bring her here. I knew you
one-time to take her out to ht.
. his burden down.
' to bed at once."
boy. tie-stems stones to carry out
i read;
young
maple and the little boy stared with
eyes.
“A woman taken ill on the train.”
began the nurse at once. and her
“Ibo fainted.
It's an emergency case. so I had
both would be glad to help. There's
int-n" ..
Ibo turned to the man who had
helped her to the Elweil‘s and jerked
a thumb toward s sols near the
well. 'He stopped across and laid
"I'll hurry now an' get Doc." he
did as be straightened up. Martha
Dalton nodded and he opened the
door and darted out again into the
stormy night. The nurse whispered
Something in Mollie Elwoll's ear. -
“Why certainly! Of course!" es-
dainsed the young wife with a quick.
warns sympathy. "We must get her
She turned swiftiy'to her husband. '
, "Prof. dear." she said. “Dalton
says she aspects a little stranger is
.ooi‘ningto visit on Jim and you so .
out and light the.gas range." Bhe ;
gave more directions. while her hus- I
hand listened attentively' and sympa" .
thotically. Then. followed by the
orders.
No questions. no hesitancy. Just
to help—always. That was
Edwin Diwali. scenic artist and gold
decorator. known to everyone in
town as "Prof.”
Ten minutes inter Doctor Palmer
arrived. Nurse Dalton led him into
the room where the unknown guest
from out of the night had been put
to bed. A few moments afterward
Mollie Blweil cards out again into
the sittihg room where her husband
and boy werewslting. She told them
the story. just as it had been told to
her by Martha. Dalton.
"The poor dear has come out of her
trance." she related. "but she has no
realisation of her surroundings. She
is babbling of a brother to whom she
was going home: of a husband she
calls Jack: of a woman she has
learned he had loved that he never
told her about: of her unborn child
that he should never see.
"Oh. Prof. it's pitiful—tragic. My
heart Just aches for her. she's so
young and beautiful and. oh. my
dear. so evidently brokenhearted!"
"And she has said nothing to Indi-
cate who she is?” questioned Prof
Elwoll with his ready sympathy. but
I. empathy toned dawn to a man's
practical view of such matters.
“Hasn't she any cards or letters in
her handbag to show where she
came from? It's very strange. you
know. dear.” he went on. "that a
woman of her appearance. in the
state she is in. attired as she is and
wearing a thousanddollar diamond.
should be traveling alone. For she
must. of course. .belong to people of
culture and wealth somewhere."
"She hasn't made mention of a
single name except Jack." Mollie told‘
him. Her Irish gray eyes were wet
with tears. "And there's not a thing
in her bag except twenty dollars in
bills. No cards. no letters. nothing."
Several hours later on that wild -
October night. while the storm still
howled outside with an eerie screech
and all Camdenville kept close to Its
iiresides. two. little strangers were
ushered into the world by Doc
Palmer and Nurse Dalton. Two. not
one. and both girls. They had ar-
rived. the doctor. thought. a little
ahead of schedule.
And last as the gray. misty dawn
of another day was-lighting the east.
the young mother of the little twins
left this life and ventured into the
unknown. leaving behind her no
hint. no trees. nothing to show who
she had been or whence rho had
come. And although Prof lzlweil.
during the four days immediately
following. communicated with Chica-
golpolice and inserted inquiries in
Chicago and lndisnapoiis papers. his
efforts brought no results.
(To Be Continued
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More is a story so genuine-
ly different that you'll want
to mail ru‘ry t'lmpif-r (if It.
It I! I'lmrni'irrisilf' of the
how typo uf nowquuu‘r fit-o
tion. puhilslml hy Tlu- lionlint'l
and writcu and edited by a
group “limo whole purpzsac is
to give you clean. wlmicwmc
and Illlt'l't'nliliig entertainment.
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Who or “here the husband was of
whom the tragic stranger had bab-
bled. or who the brother was to
whom she was going. no word came
to tell. The connecting threads were
broktn, the ends tangled up and lost
in the Spinning Wheel of Life.
And so it come that the earthly
remake of the beautiful young
mother who had died that night
under such strange and pitiful cir-
cumstnnces were finally buried in the
town's little cemetery on the hill-
side. the expenses paid by Prof El-
wcll. Three months later a pretty
tombstone marked the spot. Graven
on its marble face in Old English lot-
tors was an epitaph that read:
TO THE SWEET AND LASTINO
hil-lliOltY 0!" ONE WHO DIED
THAT OTHERS MIGHT LIVE
And of the twins._strongo little
woyfurnrs in a big and strange
world, what of them?
Itut it has been remarked that
Prof nnd .\lollie l-Ziwell woremympa»
tho-tic and understanding and kind
of lil‘.lf"..
SCVl'ilif‘t‘n years and eight months
have marched by since that night of
tragedy in October of 1898 when the
Elwcll home witnessed the passing
of one ill»: and the beginning of two
more. '
in that span of years we pass
from a lwl‘iod during which America
was rcriiijusting its life after a war
with Fpuiii to June of 1916. when
Amcrwu was slowly but inevitably
brim.- dragged into the greatest conv
iii'l m lim history bf nations.
'i‘h» .llllck of Europe are crying to
the l'nllml States to get in it. For
one year they have been after us to
avenge the sinking of the Lusitania.
The l\.’ll‘ spirit is slowly kindling
throuuiloul the country: young
pan-hnmn is inflamed; young blood
is running hot and angry. wanting
to fight, knowing nothing of the
tragic specter of death and heart.
break that is to stalk through the
land more the world is restored
once more to sanity.
.\mi in Washington a lonely man
she as the White House. his heart
torn. still playing his game of
"watchful waiting." still holding his
thumb in the leak in tho dyko .of
parsinu. trying to forestall the cata-
cli ‘03-. . . .
.\nd the little town of Camdcnvllle
onw- more. it is a Hoosier town.
flur.‘ 21.: the loft shore. looking south-
w-ml. of a winding river that finds
its crooked way along down through
the farming country of lndisnu.
Walking down the shady side of
.‘\i.~ln street to just past Fifth. you
look across the street through (he
puts glass window of a narrow brick
building with sidewalls sixty feet
high and reaching back a hundred
feet to the alloy. The building is
topped its whole length by a peaked
skylight roof like that of an artist's
studio. Six-inch gold letters running
across the plate glass window inform
you that this is the workshop of
E. C. ISLWELI. & SON—~SCI‘1NIC
.\itTiS’l‘S AND WALL SIGN
PAINTERB.
You cross the street and enter the
open door. Stretched on the sidewall
you see a mighty canvas forty feet
from bottom to top and sixty feet
long. It is a theater curtain and the
. . . . t. of ti .
t .. .idih’iohflbhoillut ..2 “WM ' ~
' ‘ ' “ « i ' " ' " i
. if“? ...
job 2’"
bonded
put in.
'It is
of 1398
hrusii.
"Too
well as
on his
along.
"You
elabors
"i'ou‘
all i:,.~ht. my boy." he answered. "i
suppose you get it from Moilio—th‘
llttlc touch of th' ir;sh blarney."
And. speaking of Sucku's work. he
informed Jim.
"Thero'
and that's my thirst.
than a fish!
pull 0' suds!"
Jim saluted.
kind words.
myself."
some spread over its broad espanseL He started for the rear of the
l
1.. .-
pcrtrnrs the story of 0thtllo as. on
kncc. he pours out his dc
fence to the father of the murdered
Desdemona.
The painting is almost completed.
Only the lower border remains to be
The two artists and part-
ners. father and son. are clad in
overalls deubed with every color of
the rainbow.
here that we wcot Prof El
well again and are properly. intro-
duced to his son. Jlm. :dll. straight
and broad-shouldered at the age of
tvventytwo.
on that memorable night in October
.lim. who was just live
when the storm brought two
little strangers who were to grow up
along with him. and fleck the years
of his youth with dots of laughter
and companionship.
narrative inkes up once more. . . .
Jim spoke up suddenly. turning
away from the curtain where he had
been painting. and laying down his
And now our
"What's the big ndea. Prof,
stalling off Sucku on that lob for
Ole Swansea‘s sidewall?"
hot in the summertime to
work on sidewalls." replied Prof El-
be. too. laid down his bruah
nnd paused to wipe the sweat from
his torches .
went on. bending a whimsical smile
"Besides, Jim." he
tall offspring. "l'm getting
Don't you rcnlize that? I‘m
forty-four and past. Jim."
don't look it. Prof." said
Jim. and he looked his parent up and
down with an appraising eye. “You
don't look a day over thirty."
I’rof’s smile widened. He made an
gesture.
ve got the know-how touch
that could wait.
8 something else. however.
I'm dryer
Find the can an' get I
"Thanks for them
I was thinkin' of it
“What's the big idem, Prof. stalling of] Sacku on that
l.
”Jam-smear. “a ~~ " ‘ "
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shop. which adioined a place run by}
one Bill Tyler. a. place that in NW
was designated as a saloon.
Prof sat down to await the coming
of the "suds." He liked his beer
when he was thirsty, did Prof Elwoll.
But beer was the nearest approach
to intoxicsnts that he or Jim aver
drank. Jim never had tasted whisky.
Prof knew that for Jim had told
him so. And when Jim told him so
he knew it was true. Jim didn't lie.
although no could be very deceptive
at times in his whimsical way.
Prof glanced casually across the
sunlit street. . Something he saw
there brought a slow smile to his
lips just as Jim returned from the
roar of the shop lugging the suds.
“Girofle and Girofla." remarked
Prof with cryptic utterance to his
son. "are coming to pay us a. visit."
He jerked a. thumb in the direction of
the street as he reached for the pail
with his other hand.
Jim Elweli shot a quick glance
through the window and a glad light
leaped into his eyes. He grinned. A
moment later he was almost knocked
off his feet when two young girls
charged joyously through the open
doorway. v
instantly the drab shop became
alive with their beauty. Every color
seemed to take on a brighter tint.
The great painting on the wall
changed into a scene of palpitating
life and nothing about the place but
appeared toreflect the spontaneity
and charm of glorious youth.
Those two were the blooming
flowers of the little buds that had
opened their petals to the world on
that stormy night in October more
than seventeen years before‘ They
were Jim's pals. They had been his
pals sincebsbyhood. His mother had
mothered them from the night they
woro'born. To Mollie and Prof El-
woll they were as much their daugh-
ters as Jim was their son.
When they were old enough to‘
understand. the girls had been told
the and story of their mother. For it
was best. agreed Prof and Mollie.
that they should know the truth. One
had been christened Margaret Calls-
6'Cllflbrd Lm-“Erncstlynn
ban Elwell after Mulllv's n .n...
’ She had been cullrd l'o,,-_;,- 1..
oral years.
after Prof lilwrll's
both Brooks Elwcll.
had been shortened to l:. ii:
eight Jim had lied Peggy lilI r. . .
the nickname of Rusty. itO“.l‘l‘tI .2
her russet gold hair and llw ;~- .
gold specks in her dark lirimll .
whether to church. to purthw or w e
picture shows. .\nd he now.- i 1
motorcycle-a "scoot-curt" li~- \-
called it—wlth a side extension l- a. l
for two. lie called them his lmlllu s
and he called them his R“'I‘I‘Khl’|li~1_
But he never made love to cliiir
of them after the fashion of a 1 ~.
older brother might tn-ht tun ii»' 1' :v
and equally beloved sisters
ship of an older hrotlwr in his aw... ..
”J‘PS-‘l‘fiw' r L ‘
PAGE ELEVEN
——.—.
The mill-r \\ .~ y
Iiinih.- i .-.
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When they had reached lin‘ . .. 3
And Jim was their escort u
V...
lie treated tin-in both ju~t is w.
.\Vl'i in
treated them with tho tiller lruk ..f
seriousness that marks the rekilhn-
This old fashioned vhil'nll‘y i'l l: e
makeup of Jim Blwull was ml mil--
inbred but had been nurtuml and f» i
from infancy by a careful father on!
a wise mother. When he \yns n‘i
enough to grasp the fllPrllllll': 0'
things Prof hui i.‘_'.'lln to ll'ii lllm
what he (WW: I 1w} .'i hr-nllhv. i:l~\r
lng my miL‘i‘.‘
"lie careful lil -. ~'n ii'viiinwul «If
girls." had been one of the Siliiji‘l‘la
on which he always dwrit “Door
ever listen to boys “in; frilk ii.“-
respectfully or in an unrlcrin \\:l_\' of
girls or boast of their conqucsiu .\
girl. pure and sweet. is a fragili-
thing that must he handled v. ilh doli-
rato care, A boy who spends lie
leisure time courting first one girl
and then another is a menace in our
girl's welfare. Love is sacred. my
son. and I don't want my boy ever to
dim its luster or touch it lightly.- "
For all of which it may be gather-mi
that Prof Elwell was a mighty his»
parent and a father who never grow
away from his son. And thus we
now find Jim Elwell a man in your».
clean of heart and clean of mind,
straight and strong and whimsical
and kind and easy to look upon. the
last being a quality for which he
could thank his parents as much as
his training was.
And yet there was nothing til the
mollycoddle about Jim by any moans.
If there had been. he would not have
been a son of Prof Elwell. Jim liked
and drank his beer in a moderate
way. he smoked. he liked baseball
and other sports and. although he
had the knack of making friends. he
was not a. total stranger to argument
and to using his fists to back up his
theories.
A plain but happy little town. this
Camdenvllle. And a plain and happy
little family, the Elwclls. The twins.
had they been given much to retire-
tion. might well have thanked their
lucky stars that fate had choscri the
121on home for them to be born in
on that night of storm and strange-
ness.
They had never concerned iherm
selves much as to the identity of
their mother for. though they had
lost her. they had found .\lollic (mil
Prof—and Jim.
Happy. eager. alive with joy and
sparkle and beauty of youth. Fresh
on the lmpudent little daisies that
dott d the indlana countryside that
day in June of 1916 when they burst
in on Prof and Jim in their shop.
Happy and all unconscious of the
gathering storm clouds of tragedy
that hung just over the horizon. Un-
aware that the grim god of war was
chuckling as he saw the battle mood
fanning into flame across the length
and breadth of the land. Unaware
that war was to age them and to ten r
at their hearts and to demand hm-
bloody sacrifice of youth.
(To Be Continued)
Prof Elwoil is beginning to worry.
The day will come when Jim will
look on the twins as something mo. r
thsn kid pals. What's in store “1.5"!
the girls are women?
"l :. in
Arrows. in
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Ashbrook.lg.........‘1, 0 2
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.7. ';‘ Court Victory '2 7 I.
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7 {.mplo Arrow basketball team EA5T A“ 15- ME'1HODIS‘T P
If" 't Norwalk continued its win- lcnt rf 0: I!” i:
streak by defeating the East ‘ ' """ ' ----- ' ' ' ..
ll .. - .. othodlstrchurch seconds at “Hm"- if ----- - -- 1 i’ a
” .munity hall by the score of 24 limeli- c. 2 5 b
. . ,m‘lrnmru's playing featured “HIV: rg . . . . . . . . . . . 0 0
. "l'f'ipio Arrows. with Jones A. Overton. ‘3 -;°----- ° 3 2
‘ Wundsen also putting up a " "‘ "r
. , e, 4 9 17
o suswas the outstanding nor"
3 the Chuhh boya- '
. esco'ro: ‘ ' ,.
TRIPLE sorrows.
a, .
After an cnagcmcnt lasting 25
yodrshJohn Wilslier and Mary Mar-
shalLo-crc married at a Clapton
F m, , church in London.
n.rf........-2 1 6 '
i . la'. if ... .. 0 o p ' The Prince of Wales does not read
I . if .'.... 0 1 1 any music. His effective playing of
"for“. e .‘.......... 2 '2 '6 the ukclcle is due to his ear for mu-
in. rg-...'.......,. 2 ' 1 Male. .
Ross Enters Pugs
in Amateur Show
tidgcfieid is to send a number of
the
Cham-
pionship Tournament at the state
rcpros».utatlves to compete in
Fairfir‘id County Amateur
.\rmory. Tuesday Dec. ii.
There are a. number of very good
boys being trained by Joe Ross for-
merly of New Jersey but. now mak- ' -
mg his home at Itidgeficld. Ross fools
certain that Kid Romeo will 'defoat
any boy in the 140 pound class. and
also has hopes of Wynn and O'Keefe
winning their bouts. Pete Chrioafis
has requested Frankie Fay to re-
ringaidea for the
whhh
serve a hundred
Ridgefield Athletic Club of l
Chrisafls is the President.
There will
be from fifteen to
twenty bouts between the best auto-l
tours in the experienced and novice
classes and that it promises to excel
all other shows can be seen by the
number of entries Frankie bay has
received from boys all over the
county who are anxious to enter the
tourney.
The tournament is open to all
amateurs 'ln Foirfield County with
two Classes of championships. the
experienced and novice class. for the
beginners.
Cm
Distillers of Hungary. Austria.
Csehoslovakia and Poland have
form‘ed a syndicate to avoid uneco-
nmical competition in foreign mor-
kets. ‘ .
Revenue of o four great rail-
ways of England has fallen by 25
millions sterling during the six
months of the coal stoop-so .
Smith Battles
Johnnie Brown
Stove Smith will- meet Newport
Johnny Brown in t feature 12-
round bout in Portl d. Me.. tonight
The meeting will be the third be-
tween the pair. Smith having taken
two decisions from lirown while the
third was declared it draw. The
Bridgeport. boy was scheduled to
meet Bobby Garcia but the soldier
is said to have backed out of the
bout. '
William Lovett. 1'2. of Oakland.
Col., claims the distinction of being
the oldest bandsmsn in the Salvation
Army. He has blown a. bass horn
during his it ysara' service with the
"army."
Torrington System
(Continued from Page One.)
irlct of Torringtou on November I.
and by March 1. he must turn this
amount ovcr to the city. If he has
failed to collect the 5293.000 he. must
make up the differ: on himself. He
receives no salary hu
mission of one half o'l one percent
on the amount of taxes collected.
is paid a. com-
Collcctos, Not liocci-cr.
In his letter to Tax Collector New.
port the fax commissioner states the
system makes the holder of the of-
fice “a collector of taxes nhd not a
receiver of taxes." He thought it was
the best system in the state as it
put a. tax collector in a. position
where he either had to collect the
taxes or resign. The towns of Clin-
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He pointed out that. the
owners there were becoming educn
ted to the system and they knc
them.
He said that with the system
office seekers around
work if they scoured it.
view of the fact that there is such
city each year.
ton and Goshen also use the system.
Tnx'Collector Newport stated he
had to get out of his office and go
around to the various property own.
are in the city and collect the taxes
and not sit in his office and wait for
the property owners to'comc to him.
property
that if they did not pay their taxes
the collector would be around to see
in
use there were not so many political
looking for
the plum of tax collector each year
as they knew it would mean real
i'.lr. Newport thought the system
would he a good One for Norlmlk in
large amount of unpaid taxes in this
l'll’io slumps found on the bottom
of the Baltic Sea prove that the
southern tip of the Scandinavian
peninsula was once connected with
the European continent. making the
Baltic an (inland. freshwater body.
Gauntlet gloves made of (ingrained
t. j skin and trimmed with lizards' heads
w and tails are becoming popular for
women's wear.
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