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MARRIAGE LICENSES.

William Singstock to Florence
Gridel, both of T. Holton.
Henry Linderman, T. Weston, to
Erna Josiger, Vii. Brokaw
Erwin P. Marquardt to Elizabeth
Anna Froehlich, both of Wausau.
John f. Burkhardt, It. Cleveland,
to Katie Gessert, T. Day.
John LaBarge, t. Bergen, to leila
Jones, T. Mosinee.
Charles Lueck, Stratford, to Freda
Kroening, T. Cleveland.
Otto G. Rollmann, Shawano, to
Marie Zepp, Edgar.
~~SSSSSSSS
statero0m family illumined by the
glowing of the dawn, and in that room,
ON a chair and still wearing the even
ing raiment of the night before, sat,
his head bent upon his shoulder, Grin
Cunningham.
With a shudder of aversion June
sped to the door of Cunninghams cab
in and opened it, She passed through
the salon. There on the bench stretch.
ed Tommy Thomas, one tapering arm
bent over her head and her dainty
slippers crosse in slumbrous ease.
Swiftly. silently, June gained the
deck Creeping close to the cabins,
she rounded the stern. The Hilarity
had dropped anchor. and the landing
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ed and dashed back along me rangway

ed and dashed back along the gangway
toward the pantry. At the end of the
passage she found a companionway
which led her up to the deck She
rushed forward to the prov. taking in
at a glance that they were far from
shore and in the open water The dis
tant lights glowed duly through the
mist, but just ahead of her. ON the port
side, bore down the red and green
lights of tug.
"Ahoy.' she cried, lifting her hands
TO her mouth like a megaphone.
''Ahoyv' she screamed.
Strong arms seized her-the heavy
jawed officer she had seen as she had
come on board. Two others came run
ming UP. Edwards and Cunningham.
Close behind were Tommy Thomas
and AIRS. Willard, the former laughing,
the latter panic stricken. A handker-
chief was pressed against her mouth,
ard the tug flashed by.
1t was Edwards and Cunningham
who dragged June down into the Grim
son and gold salon, and as June was
jostled in the first thing she saw was
the dark handsome face of Gilbert
Blye. He was standing at the porta-
BILE buffet. quietly drinking glass of
winel
p. wilkins and wife came running in,
and Edwards. painting, his heavy lips
parted in half snarl and half grin,
released his hold on June.
lock her up" he ordered and Joined
Blye at the buffet Blye lifted his
glass. suavely smiling, as June. now
unresisting, was led away.
Inside her stateroom June locked her
door and at the same time heard II
bolted from the Outside.
On the dock the overcoat and cap
watched the figure of Henri with
drowsy interest; also a short, thick
figure.
"Say. what do they want?" the short,
thick figure asked. with stiff lips.
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R. H. FISCHER
MARATHON, WIS
CANDIDATE FOR
County Superintendent
Of Schools

My record is my best recommends
tion for this position. My aim and
desire is to make the Marathon
County schools rank as best in the
state by
l. Visiting all schools at least twice
year.
,. Securing competent teachers.
3. Having practical methods and
helpful things taught
/ was born of German parentage
and reared on farm in the town of
Two Rivers, Manitowoc County. /
received my early education in a rural
school; am graduate of the Two
Rivers High School and the State
Normal School at Oshkosh, holding
an Unlimited State Certificate, /
have had considerable experience with
rural schools and can therefore best
help them. At the present time | am
principal of the Marathon City School.
Soliciting your support at the election
April 9th and thanking you for any
favor you may do in my behalf, |
remain,
Respectfully yours,
r. II. FISCHER.
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ed hers, and she was pulled up TO the
deck. Below her she heard the laugh
ter of the three men who had abduct-
ed her, and with their laughter blend
ed the shrill, high voice of that viva
cious brunette, Tommy Thomas. June's
heart sent out wild call to Ned. This
had been the first time she had seen
his face since the day of their we'd
ding.
At the door of the sunptuousiy fit
ted crimson and gold salon on the
yacht the tottering June was confront
ed by a stolid steward, with gray NUT
ton chop whiskers, and a puckered
looking stewardess, who wore, as if
habitually, a half whimper.
1.-The dearie looks faint" said the
stewardess.
"Well, bring the young lady a glass
of wine, you" gruffiy ordered the
steward.
Mrs. Willard came in and dropped in
a chair, while the vivacious Tommy
danced over to the gold lacquered
piano, its beautiful marine view paint
ed by the famous Velaz. Blye and
the white mustached Cunningham and
the heavy Edwards followed, laughing.
as wilkins wheeled In from the pantry
a portable buffet, its frosty topped
bottles packed in glistening ice.
"Have a taste OF this. dearie. II
will soothe your nerves." The whin-
ing stewardess held to June's lips Il
glass of sherry. but June drew away
from it with repugnance and, rising.
hurried away from the sumptuously
fitted salon. She did not know where
that passageway led except that it led
away from that hateful company.
The stewardess followed her, the glass
OF sherry still in her hand. Right in
here. dearie," and she opened the dCHr
OF a magnificent stateroom, its ma
hogany walls paneled with ivory tint
ed tapestry. its brass bed hung with
rich lace.
June hesitated, but down the pas
sageway came Grin Cunningham. his
eyes twinkling and the laughter ct
wine upon his lips. June darted into
the magnificent stateroom, hastily shut
the door and locked II.
In the crimson and gold salon were
the popping Of corks, gay laughter. in
which even Mrs. Willard Joined, and
then the loud strains Of swift dance
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CHAPTER Ill.
N the dock adjacent to the one
from which the Hilarity's mo-
tor tender had departed there
paced. almost DerceDtibly q

n the dock adjacent to the one
from which the Hilaritys mo-
tor tender had departed there
paced, almost perceptibly, a
night Waterman, who consisted of an
overcoat cap and two glints of eye.
To him there came, as the docks inten-
sified their loneliness, a brisk little
chauffeur with TIN mustache and a
woman with high cheek bones.
The Hilarity!" stated the little
chauffeur, with an accusing tone, and
with a sweeping gesture he pointed tc
that adjacent dock where stood a big
hamper with the word "Hilarity" glar-
ing white on its side. ''She is gone"
Then Henri stepped back.
Yep" rumbled frosty voice.
But her tender objected Henri,
also is gone. Listen, my friend" in
sisted Henri, stopping in front of the
overcoat and cap, but moving aside as
it came irresistibly on. THE facts
are like these: Mademoiselle has gone
on board the Hilarity. Behold, here is
the maid of the charming mademol-
selle. She was also to have gone on
board the Hilarity. How, then, shall
she go?"
Dunno"
The maid of the charming mademoi-
selle now stepped forward,
Can you drive a mOtorboat?" she
asked
"Foilar' And Henri snapped the fin
gers of both hands, snapped them three
times. VOLTA, mademoiselle, Marie, II
it goes | can drive it"
Cant we hire this boat?" and the
resourceful Marie pointed to trim
little craft
Nope
But, comrade." And Henri jerlled
his cap on the back of his head as he
wheeled at right angles.
1T is important. Look. Here Is
money. | take the swift little boat.
swish out of the slip. l swish down
the river. | swish across the bay.
Like lightning l swish, and | overtake
the yacht Hilarity. l deliver the
charming MAZDA little bow here
and kiss from the finger tips to the
charming mademoiselle, and immedi-
ately | swish back. Nothing is lost!
All is safer
Get off the dock" came the answer
But, monsieur"
Hike"
81, Henri, detest you,'' was the angry
response. And he followed Marie off
the dock.
Henri had another idea. He drove
TO a nearby saloon and procured a
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STEPPED THE WRONG WAY.

A man by the name of Frank CARTS
and another named Wenzel Goulkows-
Xxi were walking between the tracks
of the G. & n. w. Ry. tracks on the
fat south of the city, near the N. w.
ice house Wednesday night about 9:45
O'Clock A passenger train coming
into the city and when near the men,
CARTS stepped right in front of the
moving train, evidently installing
the track on which the train was
coming or not seeing it. He was
struck on the back by the engine and
thrown quite distance off the track.
He was picked up and rushed to ST.
Mary's hospital where on examination
showed that his left leg was broken
and that he sustained serious internal
injuries. GaryiS is about thirty wears
of age, is married but his wife is in
Austria. He has a brother in Brokaw.
He has ne stated place of residence,
although he has been living off and
on in Wausau for the past seven or
eight years. He has lately been en-
ployed at the paper mills AT Roths-
child.
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TENTH EPISODE.
A Prisoner on the Yacht.
CHAPTER \

n TED WARNER, in front of the
IN blazing windows of the New
In YORK York cafe, stood as one in a
Robbie and Iris Blethering, who fear
60, from the ashen pallor of his face,
that his murderous frenzy might react
upon himself. He saw again his love
ly runaway bride being forced out of
the cafe against her viii by the man
with the white mustache and that in
fernal scoundrel with the black YEN
dyke, Gilbert Blyel He saw himself
prevented by the frightened Bobbie
and Iris and the solicitous walters
from dashing among the glittering ia
bles and graphing Blye by the throat
and strangling him to death. He saw
himself rushing to the ornate entrance
through which they had taken his
beautiful June and arriving in time
only to see her whirl away into the
night in Blye's luxurious limousine,
the heavy man with the thick eyelids
up in front with the driver, the mid
die aged woman and the yivacious bru-
nette with concern and fright on their
pale faces as the dome light of the
car shone down upon them, and on
the rear seat with June the two men
who had carried her away by violence.
the white mustached man laughing.
and the dark, handsome face Of Gill
bert Blye bending over June with
that suave smile on his lips.
Too latei Too late for anything but
his stupor. The limousine had turned
the corner. On that side of the cafe
there was not a taxi to be seen. Bob
bie's car stood in front, on the other
street. While Iris endeavored to
arouse the stupefed Ned, Bobbie ran
around and brought his roadster. They
drove up to the corner and turned
down the street through which the
limousine had disappeared, but where
in all that wilderness of moving We
hicles could the track of June be
found? Nowhere! 1t was as If the
earth had opened and swallowed her up.
1t might as well, for June, in
swift motorboat with the gay party
which had kidnapped her from the cafe.
was then swiftly approaching long.
low yacht which doomed gracefully
above them in the misty river.
June's struggles were useless in that
heaving water, and her cries of pro
test were unheard in that lonely
waste. Strong arms lifted her TO her
feet. A strong hand from above grasp
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the Hilarity gathered Roadway. June
was on her feet in an instant. She
ran to the portfolio and gazed out at
the barely moving lights along shore.
The portfolios we've too small to let her
shoulders through. She ran TO the door
and opened it stealthily, then closed it
and held the knob as Tommy Thomas
and Grin Cunningham danced past in
the salon.
The alert ear of Gilbert Blye caught
the click Of that latch, slight as it was,
and his eyes glowed; he motioned sig
nificantly toward the corridor, and Ed
wards, reaching up, said something in
the ear of Mrs. Willard. A slight
frown crossed her brow, but she rose
instantly and went down the gangway
to the door Of June's stater0Om. She
knocked, but there was no answer.
"Juner she called. "June dear!'
No answer. Mrs. Willard listened.
No sound. She went back slowly to
the salon.
You'll never make that child one of
US anu SllC ohVOh urh ACaibs
June sat on the couch in her state
room with her hands locked upon her
knees, staring into the white slice of
brightness formed by the thing of the
bathroom, and while she pondered on
what she should do Marie and Henri
reached the city and stopped at tele-
graph office. When they came out Of
shat place short, wide, thick man
who had been waddling down the
street. with a blunt stub of a cigar in
one corner of his mouth and look of
habitual furtiveness in his little eyes,
started abruptly at sight of Marie, and
WHOM the touring car started the short.
wide man hung on behind, his cigar
stub firmly clamped between his teeth.
The doorbell rang at the Moore home
in BrynpOrt Stern John Moore, read
ing his paper beneath the portrait of
June. looked up quickly, and there was
a slight tremOr at the corner OF his
paper Aunt Debby's voice was heard
why, it's Mr.. Ned and Miss Iris.
Why, good evenin'. The folks is to
home"
Stern John Moore listened with 81
lent attention while Mrs. Moore, her
hand upon her breast, stifed the emo
tons to which Iris Blethering gave
full play as the kidnapping" was de-
Scribed.
There was but one conclusion among
the men. and Ned, composing his voice
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messenger rendered unneces-
sary abe immediate need Of po-
- lice aid for the Moore family.
With fingers which trembled in spite
of his habltual control. the father OF
Jure opened the telegram and read this
strange message:
I am sorry I had a certain party tied
and lost in Hunters woods. Please md
him ami tel him am sorry. ! am going
to join our darling viii protect her I'M
til we meet again. when all will be happy.
Your faithful MARIE
New plans were made accordingly.
On the dock against which rocked
and grated the swift little motorboat
rlasI rnesIoIreIy evercoar ana cap pur-
sued their almost imperceptible way
A touring car stopped on the street up
the hill.
1T is cold. my friend. is it nOtf'' call
ed Henri as he rushed forward. bottle
IN hand shall we warm ourselves
yesyT
Yep" rolled up the somber voice.
with frosty eordiality. and the neck Of
the bottle disappeared in the slit of the
overcoat collar.
The motor tender from the Hilarity
lit is not yet returned, chr
Nope
VOLTA Henri Is even cheerful as
he races back up the dock Il shall
return, my friend Monsieur Frappe.
As Henri jumps into his car a dim.
fat figure sinks out of the shadows
and hops on behind.
Left alone momentarily, June threw
open the door which she had just lock.
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music, pounded out by the nimble

music, pounded out by the nimble
fingers of Tommy Thomas.
Blye sat quietly. with that suava
smile upon his lips and stroking his
black Yandyke with his long, lean.
white fingers, upon one of which spar.
killed. diamond. He rose presently
and, tiptoeing down the gangway,
stopped at June's door and listened
He could hear an occasional stifled sob
as June sat amid the soft cushions of
the couch. Before her, through half
open door, could be seen a glimpse OF
snowy white bathroom, and in the
adjoining little pale blue boudoir stood
June's own luggage.
Ned. That brief sight Of him had
filed June's whole soul with longing.
Poor little runaway bride!
There were the rattle of a donkey
engine and the scraping of chains on
the yacht Hilarity. The anchor was
coming up, and there was an instant
change in the easy rocking of the
craft. She shuddered, and then there
was the sound of seething water as
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Mrs. Moore StifIed the Emotions to
Which Iris BIethcring Gave Full Play.
bottle of whisky, which he offered to
the man on the dock.
Thanks" The voice was one degree
less frosty The neck of the bottle
disappeared into the slit of the over
coat collar, and the cleaning bottle
turned heavenward.
VOLTA" Henri himself took a sip
and stuffed the bottle i'll his pocket.
Il shall go away. my friend, but l shall
return" He hurried back to the tour
ing car up on the street and drove
away, and the thick figure sinking out
of the shadows hoped ON behind.
In the ivory tapestried stateroom, as
the Hilarity steamed slowly across the
bay, June Warner suddenly rose and
rang for the stewardess. That puck
cred person came with alacrity, but be
fore she went to June she stopped in
the door of the crimson and gold salon
and, catching the eye Of Grin Cunning
ham. bobbed her head and smiled her
ngratiating smile and jerked her
thumb over her shoulder toward Junes
room: then she turned her pallid eyes
toward Gilbert Blye for a fleeting mo-
ment and hurried away.
Did you ring. dearie?" she whined
as June opened the door.
Yes" June studied the woman
moment speculatively. She could not
confide In this creature. "YOu may
bring me some water, please"
Eyes. dearie" The stewarCess whlrl
ed and hurried to the door of the Grim
son and gold salon, where Tommy
Thomas sat between Cunningham and
Edwards, with a hand on shoulder
Of each The stewardess. with side
long glance at the quiet Blye in the
corner. hurried over TO the group on
the bench.
"She wants some water" she whis-
pered. bending over and grinning her
ugly grin.
ooh, yes" Again the grin. Young
ladies always trust me. Say, l think
she wants TO escape"
Blye, with a frown on his dark.
handsome face, walked across and
spoke to Cunningham. Grin nodded
and, his eyes twinkling, went 10 the
portable buffet, where he selected
long sremmed, gracefully shaped. gold
incrusted goblet Of Venetian glass. He
filed il With ice and set 1t 10 one side.
Then, while the Others watched him,
Tommy Thomas, with half sheer, and
Mrs. Willard. with shocked concern, he
took from a locked case a tiny stone
bottle. Now he emptied the ice from
the beautiful goblet and poured into it
a few blood red drops. Mrs Willard
half rose and looked toward Gilbert
Bye: then, with a catch in her breath.
she sat down and was silent.
Bye went TO the door as the stew
ardess came up the gangway and call
ed her in with jerk OF his head On
the lips OF Edwards there had come 4
firm set, and his heavy lidded eyes had
narrowed. Without a word Cunning.
ham handed the glass 10 the steward
ess. but between the TWO there passed
a look MhicS was fng Of meaning.
bye, W. as glowing eyes onfAe
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Swiftly, Silently, June Gained the Deck.
Didn't 1 ten you before to hikey'
husked the warm steam of breath.
Get of the dock"
1.-THE beautiful little motorboatp' in
terrupted Henri, with ingratiating en-
thuSiasm. my friend NJ. F1ambeau,
would it not be possible
Nope"
VIOLA" Henri was quite cheerful.
II shall return again, my friend
Frappe."
Henri was just starting his car and
the short, thick figure had just SUNK
out Of the shadows to hop on behind
when the overcoat and cap sat on the
edge of the dock, with their feet dan
Cling toward the water.
"Ah!" breathed Henri to the stiff fig
ure beside him. "At last it arrives
We shall waitr'
us there any leftT husked voice.
Pardon" abjectly apologized Henri,
"a thousand pardons, Mile. Marie!'
And he produced a fresh bottle.
The thick, short figure sinking back
into the shadows wiped its lips with
its tongue and shivered
Dawn-siowly the chill, gray mist
which lay upon the river began to
clear.
VOLTA" cracked the voice of Henri,
but the tone was cheerful still. "He
sleepsr'
1t was true. The overcoat and cap,
after bobbing and swaying dangerous
ly over the waters edge for hour after
hour, had at last stretched out on the
dock for the slumber due to a night
Waterman who was thoroughly at ease
and thoroughly warm.
Henri and Marie, with all the mental
effect of stealthiness, sprang into the
swift looking little motorboat.
A short, thick figure came painfully
waddling out on the dock and shook
the overcoat. The cap wabbled
Hey" This was from the short,
thick figure, but the aperture through
which the sound came was so stiff
that the result was only wheeze.
A snore came from the overcoat
'Heyr' A punch, kick, but stiff
kick which had no force.
ugh" The grunt was from the
night Waterman.
Well, you with the distllery breath.
l tried to tell you all night, didn't /?
oh. get alive! This is Bill Wolf. the
private detective. talking to you"
Ugh The cap moved. but the
overcoat was still asleep
''They stole the Flash. / say. they
THE Flash The overcoat straight
ened. 1t rose. The cap stiffened its
angle. The combination scrambled to
its feet.
~They stole the Flashr'
Stole it. Who?"
"0h, whof' The tone was one of
infinite contempt "Why, the little
pink whiskered guy and the bony
dame. Stole it. And now where did
they goT"
The yacht-what's her nane?" The
overcoPt and cap were still hazy. The
esp turned gropinglv toward the
hamper. on the adjoining dock. where
the name stood out in blunt white let
tiers. .'Hilarity. THE
The 9ilarity" Bill Wolf stopped
with his hands on his knees TO stare at
that Information which had been in
plain sight all night Ne for tele-
phone. Gee, look at that boat co.
Upon the swelling waves rode the
Hiiarity, ind all on board Of her, save
the officers OF the night and one other.
were sound asleep. 81
That one was June Warner. She had
noiselessly dressed herself in a yacht
ing costume. and now she slowly re
moved bar which held the sliding OF
a secret panel she had discovered in
the wall OF her cabin Then she show
ed ii TO one side until the opening was
large enough to admit her 1.-THE. slen.
der fguzAL ShA f01ind barsAlf in :.
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Squad No. of the fire department
was called out for chimney fire at
the home of Chas. Fust, on Torney
avenue, at about 1890 Saturday after
noon.
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cit is a matter fer the police he de.
eiared.
as he passed from the mention Of Bye,
stated that conclusion.
1T is matter for the police" he
declared and picked up the telephone.
Our daughter is in danger" said
the grave voice OF John Moore.