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5l4 West 50th Street

The Approximate amount Of the lien or
charge "a satisfy which the aboye-qe-
scrlbed property - 20 be SOLD; Is Sls.oslSs,
with interest thereon from the 9Th day OF
August 1915, together with costs and
allowance amounting 70 s273.ls. with IN
terest from August %. 1915, together with
the expenses OF the sale. The approx
mate amount Of the taxes, assessments
and water rates. or other liens. which are
to be allowed TO the purchaser out ot the
purchase money. or paid by the Referee
Is $420IO and interest.
Dated. New York. August 30th. 1918
MANToN NJ WYNELL. Referee.
SUPREME COURT. COUNTY OF NEW
York.-The Mutual Life Insurance Com
pany OF New York Plaintin, against
Annie T. Rem and others, Defendants-
Action No. 3.-In pursuance OF judg-
ment OF foreclosure and sale. duly made
and entered In the abOve-entitled action
and bearing date the gath day Of August.
1915 l. the undersigned, the Referee In
said Judgment named. will sell at public
auction. at the Exchange Salesroom NOS
1915 Vesey street, In the Borough 81
Manhattan. city Of New YORK. on the list
day Of September. 1915. at y o'clock noon
on that day. By Joseph r. Day Auctioneer'
the premises directed by said Judgment 70
be sold. and therein described as follows
All that certain lot piece or parcel OF
land situate In the City OF New York and
bounded and described as follows: Begin
ming at point in the Northerly line OF
one hundred and sixth street distant one
hundred and eighty feet i Esstsriy from me
Northeasterly corner OF Flth avenue ana
one hundred and sixth Street; running
thence Easterly. along the Northerly line
OF one hundred and sixth Street forty
feet; thence Northerly. parallel with Fifth
Avenue one hundred feet eleven inches TO
the centre line Of the block; thence west
erly parallei with one hundred and sixth
street. forty feet. and thence Southerly
parallel with Fifth Avenue and partly
through a party wall. one hundred feet
eleven inches 10 the point or place Of
beginning.
Dated. New York. August 30. 1915
MANTON NJ WYVELL, Referee.
FREDERICK |. ALLEN. Attorney for
plaintiff. IS Cedar Street. New York
City.
The following ia a diagram OF the prop
erty TO be sold. It's street number Is s
East l0sth Street
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CONTENTS OF HOUSE.

consisting Of Beds. Bedding. Tables. car
pets. Rugs. Pictures. Couehes, Ornaments
hoards etc and all other property that
the defendant had on Aug 25th. 1913 or
any time thereafter
MAX 2 GRIFESHAGEN. sherin.
SAN HARRIS Dep Sheriff
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sUERIFFs AUCTION SALES.

,HERIFFvs SALE - DANIEL GREEN
,a, September 10th. 1915. at IL W. s2nd
. a
The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1915-11-04

curtain as it slowly descended upon a
wild-eyed, sobbing tenor, who glared
piteously at the back Of a laughing
woman in the box at the head Of the
diamond horseshoe.
With the ready effervescent sym
pathy Of the Romance people the d.
rector pillowed the head of hn great
"find" upon his shoulder But over
that head his eyes sought those Of
Doctor Holbrook, the worlds renowned
throat specialist, who had been treat.
ing Merwin now for months. And q
hard expression, look of flint was in
the directors eyes as the specialist
shook his head to indicate the death
Of another voice.
'Tt Is the fault of the atmosphere,
the early training" coolly declared
the impresario later that evening to
the reporters. Nov, Merwin, with
the proper, early training would have
proved the greatest tenor Of our
time" He shrugged a bit contemp-
tously. you call it here, believe. q
flash in the pam"
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for Cabossol What is your trainingl
Who coached you?"
"Spreglia, Lamperti-"
But who coached you In Canio?"
Though his interruption was harsh,
Merwin could see a light Of interest
in his eyes.
de Retsky-Jean himself, coached"
Make up-quickly," the director de-
cided sharply.
He heard nothing Of the stage man
ayers instructions, was numbly con-
scious Of getting into the costume OF
the pantaloon, heard nothing Of the
directors instructions as, in a cold
perspiration he waited for the BARI
tone to finish with the prologue.
Fear was upon him, cold, dank
fear. Could he have run from the
place, could he have put a finish to
every ambition he had pressed so
closely to his very soul, could he have
thrust it all aside at that moment,
he would have done so rather than
suffer the fiery heat alternating with
icy cold that seized his body, be tor
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She could not analyze the mixture of
emotions tugging at her very heart
strings, the joyous ache, the leaden
ecstasy, the torturing delight all
struggling there for mastery.
Europe, Ann! The greatest teach
ers of the world! Just think of it!
Why, it seems impossible! Wealth,
fame, honor, everything"
The tear that had trembled so long
time upon the fringe of her lashes
dropped to the tiny shoe upon which
she was knitting, clung there until his
eyes rested upon it.
Aren't you happy, Ann?" he re-
peated.
She nodded a trifle jerkily, then
slowly lifted her eyes to meet his own.
Honest eyes they were, loving, wor-
shipful eyes they were, patient eyes,
the eyes that belong to women whose
souls are so sensitive they chill before
the mere shadow Of impending trag-
edy.
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fore. the woman who had seemed so
desirous Of being with him alone, de-
spite the gallants besieging her. And
Olga Drake, mistress Of wealth and
beauty, was not less famous as a So
cial dictator that he was as a singer.
In the carriage he could not drive
that contrast from his preoccupied
mind. He felt himself already a bit
irritated at the insistence OF Ann that
the tiny cottage, the humble little
home in Los Angeles should not be
sold. that not a stick of the furniture
be changed.
He flushed hotly as she stumbled
upon her train as they made their
entrance at the Van Rolphes', angry
with himself for the impulse which
made him seek out the eyes of Olga
Drake to find whether she had noticed
the slip, more angry to know that he
had smiled with her at his wife's mis-,
hap. Ann was his wife, the woman
he loved, and no one had the right
to smile at her.
He turned toward her, assisting her
to their hostess, bracing his shoulders
against the gibes he knew her man,
ner occasioned, with a smile upon
his lips. And then the guilty feeling
came upon him that he was feeling
the martyr, that he was taking pride
in his attitude of suffering.
In the modification Of the moment
he found himself offering his arm to
Olga Drake, passing his wife without
a glance.
"I'm afraid we frightened your poor
wife," Miss Drake murmured in his
ear.
He looked furtively at Olga Drake
at the note of sympathy in her voice.
And yet he merely smiled and sought
out his wife with his eyes, dropping
them more swiftly as they met the
mute appeal in AIMS own eyes. He
was conscious Of chattering volubly
about nothing in particular, was aware
that his face was burning.
A farmers daughter he had mar
ried. A milkman's wife he had made
her. And, equally Indifferent to aught
she was one still.
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He waited in the library, listening
to the sounds of delight from AIMS
room.
In the week he had tasted the fruit
of success and laughed at the fear he
had entertained Of it. To be sought
out by the great director and placed
under contract at a figure he had
only vaguely dreamed of ever earning;
to be the toast of town and press, to
be invited into the very heart OF So
ciety's most sanctified circle; to know
that it was all deserved-surely they
were fools who had told him the price
to be paid for fame was heavy.
And now Ann was here, was so
close to him he had but to tap upon
the adjoining door to see her, so
close to him he could hear her de-
lighted exclamations over the gown he
had bought for her to wear at Mrs.
Van Rolphe's reception that very
night.
Slowly a frovn crossed his fore
head, a perplexed and anxious frown.
Ann-would Ann be able to live up
to the position he had created for
her?
A little cry from the doorway, and
he clasped her to his heart, fiercely,
for the, doubt that had been his But,
as he held her away from him, he
was filed with the bitter realization
that the doubt remained.
Pretty, fresh, wholesome-yet she
was obviously uncomfortable in her
fnery. There was something of the
out-of-doors about her that did not
seem to fit into the new life. He felt
himself guiltily contrasting her with
the dark, exotic beauty of Olga Drake,
the woman who had made so much
of him at reception of the day be-
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MOTHERS EMOTIONS"
Good for Young People to Follow.

'My little grandson often comes up
to show me how large the muscles OF
his arms are.
"He was delicate child, but has de-
veloped into strong, healthy boy and
Postum has been the principal factor,
II was induced to give him the Post
um because of my own experience
with it.
Il am sixty years old, and have been
victim of nervous dyspepsia for
many years. Have tried all sorts of
medicines and had treatment from
many physicians, but no permanent re-
lief came.
Il used to read the Postum adver-
tisements in our paper. At first gave
but little attention to them, but finally
something in one of the advertise
ments made me conclude to try Pos
tum.
Il was very particular to have it
prepared strictly according to direc-
tions, and used good, rich cream. It
was very nice indeed, and about bed
time said to the members of the fam
lily that l believed / felt better. One
Of them laughed and said, That's an
other Of mothers notions but the mo-
tion has not left me yet.
Il continued to improve right along
after leaving of coffee and taking
Postum, and now after three years
use feel so well that I am almost
young again. / know Postum was the
cause of the change in my health and
! cannot say too much in its favor.
wish could persuade all nervous peo
pie to use it"
Name given by Postum Co., Battle
Creek, Mich. 4@s
Postum comes in two forms:
Postum cereaI-the original form
must be well boiled. 15c and 25c pack.
ages.
Instant Postum--a soluble powder
dissolves quickly in cup Of hot water,
and, with cream and sugar, makes q
delicious beverage Instantly. 30c and
Soc tins.
Both kinds are equally delicious and
cost about the same per cup.
There's q Reason" for Postum.
sold by GroCeEa.
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forgotten him-you see he was nothing
but a voice to me-but when he re-
called that evening and the scene"
He shrugged apologetically, sheepish-
ly. well, knew that it was Fate. l
offered to cultivate his voice and take
my pay in the future, when 1t had
proved itself"
And you wish me to listen when he
comes?"
HE is waiting now," De Retsky
smiled as he consulted his watch. "He
is always early for his lesson, unwil-
ling to lose a moment of the time" He
nodded to the maid, who ushered into
the room a blushing, roughly-clad
young man, who flushed hotly as he
returned the friendly pressure of the
great vocalist's hand, then turned nat
urally to the piano as she expressed
the desire to hear his voice.
Her critical sense was swept away
even as De Retsky's had been before
her, and the judgment of the artist
upon tyro gave place to unmixed de-
light as Merwin lavishly poured forth
his song.
She sighed as De Retsky turned upon
her, smiling delightedly at the obvious
impression his pupil had made.
"You we're right, De Retsky, right" :"
she murmured. 1T is a voice that
belongs to the world, a voice that
does not belong to you any longer.
You are the singer, old friend, more
than the great teacher of voice pro-
duction. The is The Voice. 1t belongs
to Spreglia of Paris, Lamperti in Ber-
lin, old Vanuncchini of Florence. SYN
ney Dalton, here in the United States,
in New York, shall have it finally. And
he will coach, will make the opera
singer out of the man with The Voice.
oh, shall attend to all that. I must
have my share in this discovery, De
Retsky."
She turned to where the singer had
been and De Retsky frowned as he saw
his protege had slipped away under
SOfSI VI LuS great NOCdIlSI . euCuuSl-
asm. He looked at her uneasily for
some sign of irritation, but a smile
lurked about the corners of her mouth.
"The little country girl who was
feeding the turkeys" she said softly,
a curious glitter in her eyes as though
vagrant tear had somehow found a
resting place there. "Ah, we'll, it will
make her happy, De Retsky. And hat-
piness should be crowded upon her
now"
The two who had eaten of the fruit
avoided meeting her eyes, as if in fear.
And their fear seemed by some odd
freak to have transferred itself to a
tiny cottage in the outskirts of the
city, where a little woman bent her
head lower over her knitting while
her husband ioyously, eagerly told for
the twentieth time of his experience.
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VIII.

Ann Merwin's hands still gripped
tightly the newspaper with which she
had fed from her attorneys office, the
newspaper whose startling head had
caught her eye even as her hand re-
ceived the final decree of divorce.
There was a wild expression in her
eyes as she lunged through the crowd
ed traffic of the streets toward the city
hospital where the story said Henry
had been taken.
Forgotten the document in her
handbag, forgotten the bitterness with
which he had treated her. She only
remembered that he was the father Of
her child, that he was the man she had
loved-the man she loved still.
Voiceless, forsaken by friends, an
object of pity and contempt, a vagrant
succumbing to exposure at the dark
waterside where he might have con-
templated making his final resting
place-he was still her husband just
as he always had been.
She did not heed the curious glances
of the nurses nor the internes as she
demanded admittance to his bedside.
That the story of the celebrity's down.
fall, the divorce and attendant scandal
belonged to the world meant nothing
to her. A queen-she demanded the
right to be with her husband in his
hour of need.
She did not shrink away from the
poor creatures upon the cots in the
wards through which they passed. The
flotsam and jetsam of a great city
was there, but that mattered nothing
to her. That her husband was just
such another dependent upon a city's
charity meant nothing to her.
She felt little pain in her heart as
the inferno paused beside snowy cot,
hesitated a second before approaching
the delirious man, tossing and tum-
bling upon the cot, then bravely moved
forward again. The inferno rested his
hand upon her arm. She looked into
his face with surprise and saw nothing
but sympathy there and desire to
avoid harm coming to her. She
brushed him aside and then a voice
reached out to her, voice wild and
hoarse, throbbing with the insanity Of
delirium yet with the longing of a
world in it, a voice she would have
known from all the voices of the
world
"Olga-Olga-Olga-"
On and on and on, interminably,
and always with that same piteous
appeal, that same throbbing note of
heart-rending helplessness cried the
voice; the voice of Henry Merwin, her
husband toward the woman, the laugh
ing woman's back, the Olga Drake who
sat in the head box of the diamond
horseshoe.
She held her head proudly, defiant
ly as the superintendent of the hospi.
tai tried to suppress the pity in his
look with which he accepted the
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money she had placed upon his desk,
when she fed from that ward, fed
from that voice.
when he is WELL" she said quietly,
give him this money. Say it is from
IA friend"
"But-"
"From-a-friend," she repeated
softly, faint smile upon her lips.
She rose suddenly for the scent OF
roses was in her nostrils, the vision
of far-fung hills in her eyes, with a
tiny white cottage nesting at the foot
of them.
Perhaps he may go back" she
murmured to herself, as she left the
place. Perhaps he may go back
home-and be glad-gIad the home
didn't go when everything else was
paid-paid. Who Pays?"
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90.
Ann shlvered again under some
thing she read in Madam Holmes
eyes. She had felt 1t even before the
woman crossed the threshold, had
been feeling it in ever increasing vol
ume while De Retsky and her hus-
band outlined plans for his operate
studies abroad. The great singer had
been silent, strangely silent since it
was she who was doing the financing
of that voice. And now the wife
knew that madam was about to speak
and with her eyes pleaded to the
celebrity-as woman to woman-for
pity, for charity And madam shrank
before that look, even while her lips
tightened.
"of course" she said slowly, Il shall
provide for your wife while you are
abroad, Mr.. Merwin."
Though she had been expecting a
blow, though she had nerved herself
for the worst, Ann could not repress
the little cry of incredulous pain that
leaped from her lips. Her hands
sought her heart gropingly, the hands
that still gripped the unfinished shoe.
You mean-you mean that l am
not to go-that Henry is to go alone
to leave me and-and-"
"a student should have no distrac-
ton in his studies"
Ann felt something go dead within
her. Her hands went out in cropping
fashion toward her husband.
Henry you-you want to leave"
She could not finish for the great,
choking sob constructing her throat,
suffocating her.
He wheeled upon her fiercely,
plunged into rage Of his own Great
ing, but madam flashed him warn
ing look as Ann sank back in her
chair.
my DEAR" in the great sopranos
voice were all the tones that had
quickened tears in the hearts of au-
diences throughout the world, you
must not make it any harder than it
is already. Don't you know that I
understand; that I am woman, and
that l understand your pain at part
ing?" She moved step closer, plac-
ing her hand upon AIMS shoulder and
turning upon the two men.
"You have your choice, Mr. Merwin
-milkman or a Voice. had the
choice and Voice won. 1t has brought
me fame, wealth, honor, glory; it has
lost me all that my heart would have
clung to did l consider happiness
alone. I do not say that it is always
so, but the price of fame is often mis-
cry. The price of Fame must be paid
and Fame is hard bargainer."
Ann looked up eagerly, timidly, yet
with a strange ferocity to catch the
impression upon her husband. What
she read upon his face filled her with
swift self-reproach.
'I think / understand" she whis-
pered softly. 81 want the fame for
him"
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Only Human Nature.

THAT man wants his photograph
to look as natural as possible" whis-
pered the assistant to the proprietor Of
the studio.
Then make it as handsome as you
can," came the quick reply.
"But-but he's awfully ugly, and In.
sists he doesn't want the portrait to
fatter him at ALL"
HE won't think 1t aatters him."
said the proprietor knowingly. He'll
only feel sure that at last someone
has managed to catch him looking just
right"
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sere and YeI,ow.

Il am getting old" confessed Uncle
Poster. Age is creeping on me. l
notice the signs more and more fre-
Quently. For instance, the other day,
when the circus was here"
why, you went to It'll"
"Oh, yes! / went, but got kind OF
tired of the hard seats before the big
show was over and didn't stay for the
concert at all!"-Kansas City Star.
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Strange the quips and whimsies of


Strange the quips and whimsies of
Chance, elusive Chance
Years that seemed interminable,
years of goading desperation, dis
couragement, self-sacrifice, endurance
stretched behind Henry Merwin as he
halted moment at the stage door of
the New York Grand Opera house to
allow one of the stars to enter A
bitter smile curved his lips, lips that
had frightened since the days when
the milk route alone oppressed his
mind, as he slowly made-up in the
male dressing room for a peasant in
the opening act of "Pagliacci." He
was chorus man-only a chorus
man.
From below he could hear the
strains of "Cavalleria Rusticana"
which preceded "Pagliacci'' and the
voice Of Cabosso, greatest of all ten
ors. Cabosso, who stood where the
ignorant young milkman had dreamed
of standing; Cabosso, the announce
ment of whose singing was sufficient
to pack the great house.
The soul of the artist within him
struggled impotently at his situation,
the difference between the dream and
the reality. Cabosso singing Canio,
the bitter, disillusioned pantaloon,
when everything that life could hold
was his: and he, Henry Merwin, with
voice no less than that of the star,
sang among the peasants. Uncon-
sciously he threw himself into the
role Of the man, compelled to amuse
the public with his antics, compelled
to don grease paint when he wished
to smear his face with the blood of
rival and unfaithful wife. His lips
opened and the tenor aria at the close
of the first act poured from his throat.
He stopped abruptly as hand fell
upon his shoulder, biting his lips in
mute embarrassment as he looked up
into the eyes of the stage manager. 1t
dawned upon him that he was trans
crossing the rules Of the house in
singing, that in all likelihood, he
would be discharged And suddenly
he was seized with vast, overwhelm-
ing desire to hold this position that
moment before had reused all his re-
sentiment.
Are you up on the role - on
Canio?" The words were crisp, brit
tie, mandatory.
For a moment he did not under
stand, then a quick flush mantled his
cheeks at what he took for sarcasm.
A hot answer was on the tip of his
tongue, checked only in time as he
read upon the faces about him that
the man was really in earnest. He
rose swiftly, his hand gripping at the
lapel of the stage managers coat even
as the man fairly dragged him down
the narrow, iron stairway toward the
director, who ragged about in the
wings, his face the picture Of misery.
He laughed ironically as his under
ling whispered to him, sizing the
chorus-man up and down.
"Canio!" he laughed. Substitute
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VII.


Merwin felt curious elation upon
him, sudden lightness of heart, one
Of those miraculous sensations of ut
ter delight that come at the most un-
expected moments when one is per-
forming ones work little better than
ever it has been performed before.
Arrogant with the delightful arro-
gance of the artist who has worked
hard for achievement his eyes sought
those of Olga Drake in her box at the
head of the diamond horseshoe. That
very day Ann had been granted her
interlocutory decree of divorce; that
very day a sensational newspaper had
whispered the name Of Miss Drake
in connection with it; that very day
he had boasted to her that he would
make amends for that; and now
now, in the first performance of the
widely heralded new opera, he was
singing as he had never sung before
Clear, ringing, sweet toned as any
bell, holding the audience spellbound,
with eyes aglow the voice of Merwin
rang out. And then the song died in
mid-air, seemed to halt upon its
course. The singers hand clutched
at his throat, clutched desperately
there as though by sheer brute
strength he would force out the
sounds that the vocal chords refused
to give. His lips opened and closed,
closed and opened. A mute he stood
there, ludicrous mute, saving the
air with his hands, desperately, wild
ly-
A laugh hurtled from the gallery,
the laugh that was sufficient to guide
the mob. It grew in volume, grew so
that its sound nenetrated the heavy