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Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-11-22
FOR SALE
TO RENT
TO EXCHANGED
children rejected. IS and SO, Phon.
374.

To Rent - Four-room house. si1
South Eleventh avenue. Phone ]. C.
Bailey 626 on IL.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-11-22

The menu served at the Central
Church of Christ Nov. "a. will con-
sist of fried chicken and gravy
mashed potatoes. creamed squash, cab
bage slaw, baked apples, white and
brown bread, cake, pineapple salad with
whipped cream, and coffee. Price IS
cents Beginning at $3.50 till all are
served, Committee.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-11-22

To Rent-Furnished front rooms for
light housekeeping and sleeping rooms:
302 South Third avenue.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-11-22

For Sale-Fine 240 acres. close to
county seat In northern Iowa: i'm
provements fair, soil best, land tiled
out. Price quick sale $165 per acre.
Easy terms. Eli, Times Republican.
For Sale-Iowa farms: the best corn
land, $40 to $3.50 per acre. Get large
list. Spaulding & O'Donnell. Elma,
Howard county, Iowa.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-11-22

Mr.. E. e. Cray, of 20 North Center
street, is going on another trip thru
the northern potato districts looking
into the potato industry, and intends
to purchase or contract for several
carloads. Mr. Cray bought about 500
bushels on his last trip north, and is
meeting with great success in handling
potatoes in large amounts. Anyone
wishing to buy potatoes for winter use.
will do we'll to gee him on his return
as he may be able to save you lots
Of money. Mr.. Cray can also fur
nish potatoes in carload lots to any
one wishing to buy in this quantity.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-11-22
MISCELLANEOUS.

Southwest Iowa is a fertile field for s
the man with anything to sell that has
merit. Seventy five thousand people
in southwest Iowa read the daily Mons
pareil. 1t is the great want ad medium
of this section. It Is known far and
wide as a producer Of results. II YOU
have land or anything else to sell on
trade. get in touch with southweaa
iowa, thru the Nonpareil. Council
Bluffs, Iowa.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-11-22

To Rent-Three rooms on ground
floor. Phone yellow $50. COS North
First avenue.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-11-22
WAN TED

Wantsd-Your old carpets to make
over in handsome rugs. We also clean
all kinds Of rugs at reasonable price.
Phone 1852. Iowa Rug Works, 311
East Nevada street.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-11-22

To Rent-Modern furnished light
housekeeping rooms, 30 North Third
street.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-11-22

For sale Seven room house. close
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-11-22
MISSOURI FARMS.

To Rent - Two modern furnished
Housekeeping rooms; North Third
avenue.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-11-22

Wanted-Responsible party to win
ter from 20 to 100 steers for me.
Stephen A. Carr, Collins, Iowa.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-11-22

For Sale-Two properties in Albion,
lowe. One with between five and six
acres Of ground; good siX-room house,
barn. chicken house 14X46, good well
ard cistern, a number of small hog
houses and other out buildings; plenty
of fruit apples, plums, cherries, pears,
grapes, blackberries and Strawberries.
The other place has between three and
four acres, six-room cottage house,
we'll and cistern, good barn and other
out buildings, and some fruit. Albion
has a new $4,000 high school. three
good churches and electric lights:
good moral town. no whisky drug
store, no billiard hall. Priced to sell
quick. J. T. Molloy. Albion, Iowa,
Marshall county.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-11-22
IOWA LANDS

For Sale - Twenty acres close to
Mashalltown; a fine chicken ranch.
Fifty acres. well improved. good level
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-11-22

To Rent-Furnished rooms FOR light
housekeeping. 211 South First street,
Phone white 961
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-11-22
HELP WANTED-FEMALE

Wanted--Young lady. for clerk. Piano
player preferred. State age, expert
ence, and grade of music able to play
Address 'S-22," care this office.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-11-22

For Sale-One Of the. best corners
in Second ward Nice cottage, six
rooms and bath In good repair. VIII
sell at a bargain and good terms.
keenan, Land Company.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-11-22

For Sale-Do you want a bargain!
Buy this one, large seven room resi-
dence, close in, large lot, good barn.
paved street. $4,000. Six room cottage,
good lot $500 Only $500 cash re-
quired. Fine vacant lot $500. Fred W..
Carl.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-11-22

For Sale-Geese and ducks; 16 on
16.
For SaIe-Rhode Island Red Rose
comb cockerels. Frank Wendt Green
Mountain, Iowa.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-11-22

To RentSTwo or three unfurnished
large front rooms In private family;
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-11-22

Wanted-House-toxh canvassers.
Splendid new kitchen necessity. Sells
like hot cakes: so per cent profit. Give
and experience. Box IA,
Iowa City, Iowa.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-11-22
AGENTS WANTED

Wanted-Agent; man to work city
trade; must be reliable and hustler.
References required. Everything fur
nished to start with. Call at EOS South
Third avenue.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-11-22

For sale-chester White boars: new
blood for old customers. Ora ]. Brou-
hard. Phone 1903.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-11-22

Wanted - Maid for general house.
work. Mrs. Graham Lawrence, 8 North
Ninth street.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-11-22

To Rent-Furnished front room:
modern. 500 North First street Phone
red 1892
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-11-22

To Rent-Good seven-room house.
electric lights. city water and gas. Ono
block from car line. See A. J. Jensen.
and real estate, phone s1S.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-11-22
HAWKlEYES.

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The Spectator., 1916-04-28
SYNOPSIS.

Stanley Hargreave, millionaire, after a
 miraculous escape from the den of the
 gang of brilliant thieves known as the
 Black Hundred lives the life of a re cluse for eighteen years. Hargreave acci- dentally meets Bralne leader of the Black Hundred. Knowing Braine will try to get him he escapes from his own home by a balloon Before escaping he writes let ter to the girls school. where eighteen years before he mysteriously left on the doorstep his baby daughter, Florence Gray. That day Hargreave also draws one million dollars from the bank, but 1t is reported that this dropped into the sea when the balloon he escaped in was pune tured. Florence arrives from the girls school. Countess Olga, Braines compan- ion, visits her and claims to be a relative. Two bogus detectives call, but their plot IS tolled by Norton, a newspaper man. By bribing the captain of the Orient Nor ton lays a trap for Braine and his gang. Braine's good luck After failing in their first attempt the Black Hundred trap Florence. They ask her for money, but she escapes. again foiling them. Norton and the countess call on Florence the next day, once more safe at home. The visitors having gone, Jones removes q section of flooring, and from a cavity takes a box Pursued by members of the Black Hundred, he rushes to the water front and succeeds in dropping the box into the sea. Braine Conceives the Florence is invited. Jones and Norton both go along and are fortunately on hand to save Florence from being inn prisoned in the country house to which she is nIred Braine plans to capture Florence while she is horseback riding.
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CHAPTER VII-Continued.

Meantime Florence was walking her mount slowly For once the scenery passed unobserved. She was deeply engrossed with thoughts, some of which were happy and some of which were sad If only her father could be with her she would be the happiest girl alive.
 She was brought out of her revery by the sight of a man staggering along the road ahead of her. Finally he plunged upon his face in the road Like the tender hearted girl she was, she stopped, dismounted, and ran to the fallen man to give him aid She sud denly found her wrists claspe1 in two hands like iron. The man rose to his feet, smiling evilly. She struggled wildly but futilely.
 Better be sensible" he said q am stronger than you are. And I don t wish to hurt you. Walk on ahead of me. It will be utterly useless to scream or cry out. You can see for yourself that we are in a deserted part of the road. If you will promise to act sensibly shan't lay hand on you. Do you see that hut wonder, near the fork in the road? We'll stop there. Now, march!"
 She dropped her handkerchief later her bracelet, and finally her crop, in hope that these slight clues might bring her help. She knew that Jones would hear of the fire and, finding that she had not returned with the riding master, would immediately start out in pursuit. She was beginning to grow very fond of Jones, who never spoke unless spoken to, who was always at hand. faithful and loyal.
 From afar came the low rumble of a motor She wondered if her captor heard it. He did, but his ears tricked
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CHAPTER K.
The Leap in the Dark.

So far as Jones was concerned. he was rather pleased with the turn of affairs. This was no time for love making; no time for silly, innocuous quarrels and bickerings, in which love must indulge or die. Florence no longer rode horseback, and Norton returned to his accustomed haunts. where no one made the slightest at. tempt upon his life. In his present state of mind he would have welcomed it.
 Whats the matter with Jim?' asked the night city editor. raising his eye shade.
 T don't know" answered the copy reader.
 Goes around as if he'd been eating dope; bumped into the boss while ago and never stopped to apologize
 Perhaps he's mapping out the front page for that Hargreave stun. laughed the copy reader, Between you and me and the gate post, l don't believe there ever was a man by the name of Hargreave."
 oh, there was chap by that name. all right He's dead A man can't swim 300 miles in rough water, life buoy or no. They ought to have funeral services. and let it go at that"
 But what was the reason for that fake cable from Gibraltar saying that Orts was alive? l don't see any sense in that"
 The man who pulled it of did, think. for my part. that both Orts and Hargreave are dead. and that the man picked up by the tramp steamer Orient was riding some other balloon"
 You're wrong there. The descrip- ton of it proved that it was Orts' ma chine. Oh, Jim probably has got a mans size yarn up his sleeve. but he's a long time in delivering the goods. He's beginning to nope a good deal. Woman back of 1t somewhere. Haven't held down this copy job for twelve years without being able to make some tolerable guesses, Jim's star man. When he gets started nothing can stop him He covered the Chinese Boxer rebellion better than any other corre- spondent there. wonder how old he is9"
 "O should say about thirty-one or two. Here he comes now. To. Jim!"
 CTo BE CoNTINUED)
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lst you fully it was because I did not care to drag you in too deep"
 Deep? Norton thought of Florence and smiled inwardly Could anybody be in deeper than he was? Once it was on the tip of his tongue to con fess his love for Florence, but the gravity of Jones' countenance was an obstacle to such move; it did not in vite it.
 To be sure, Jones had no real au- thority to say what Florence should or should not do with her heart. Still, to keep the affair under the rose till there came more propitious hour in which to make the disclosure.
 Love, in the midst of all these alarms! Sharp, desperate rogues on one side, millions on the other, and yet love could enter the scene se- renely like an actor who had missed his cue and came on too soon.
 Oddly enough, there was no real love-making such as you often read aDOut. A pressure or the nanu, d glance from the eye, there was seldom anything more. Only once-that mem orable day on the river road-had he kissed her. No word of love had been spoken on either side. In that wild moment all conventionalities had dis appeared like smoke in the wind. There had been neither past nor flu ture, only the present in which they knew that they loved With her he was happy, for he had no time to plan over the future. Away from her he saw the inevitable barriers providing against the marriage between poor young man and a very rich young woman. A man who has any respect for himself wants always to be on
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l may not be an heiress after all. And some day shall marry him"
 Jones bowed This seemed to ap- pear final to him, and nothing more was to be said,
 Norton did not return to his rooms till seven. He found the telephone call and also note in a handwriting unfamiliar. He tore or the envelope and found the contents to be from the Countess Perigoff.
 Gall at eight tonigh.," he read. "I have an important news story for you. Tell no one, as l cannot be involved in the case. Cordially, Olga. Countess Perigoff."
 Humph! Norton twiddled the note in his fingers and at length rolled it into a ball and threw it into the waste basket He. too. made a mistake: he should have kept that note. He dressed, dined. and hurried off to the apartments of the countess.
 He arrived ten minutes before Flor cree and Susan.
 And Jones did some rapid telephon- ing.
 How long. how long," the butler murmured. How lonY would this
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him into believing that it came from another direction. Eventually they ar rived at the hut, and Florence was forced to enter. The man locked the door and waited outside for the auto mobile which he was expecting He was rather dumfounded when he saw that it was coming from the city not going toward it.
 It was Norton. The riderless horse told him enough; the handkerchief and bracelet and crop led him straight for the hut.
 The man before the hut realized by this time that he had made mistake He attempted to re-enter the hut and prepare to defend it till his compan- ions hove in sight. But Florence, rec ognizing Norton, held the door with all her strength. The man snarled and turned upon Norton, only to receive a smashing blow on the jaw.
 Norton flung open the door. Into the car. Florence. There's another car coming up the road Hurry!"
 It was not a long chase. The car of the auto bandits, looking like an ordinary taxicab. was high-power ma chine, and 1t gained swiftly on Nor tons four-cylinder. The reporter wait ed grimly.
 Keep your head down!" he warned Florence. Pm going to take pot at their tires when they get within range. If misu I'm afraid we'll have trouble.
The Spectator., 1916-04-28
Copyright, 1914, by Harold MacGrath)

Under no circumstances attempt to leave this car. Here they come!"
 He suddenly leaned back and fired. It was only chance. The manner in which the cars were lurching made a poor target for marksman even of the first order. Chance directed Nor tons first bullet into the right forward tire, which exploded. Going at sixty odd miles an hour, they could not stop the car in time to avoid fatality. The car careened wildly and plunged down the embankment into the river.
 Florence covered her eyes with her hands, and. quite unconscious of what he was doing, Norton put his arms around her.
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shall never marry again. Men are gay deceivers; they always have been and always will be. Perhaps I'm bit wicked; but l rather like to prove my theory that all men are weak. If l had a daughter I'd rather have her be an old mans darling than young mans drudge. I distrust every man know. I came to ask you and Susan to go to the opera with me tonight You will come to my apartments first You will come?"
 ITO be sure we willy
 Simple little fool!" thought the Russian on the way home. "She shall see"
 "I believe the countess is engaged to be married,'' said Florence to Jones.
 Indeed, miss?"
 Yes. I couldn't get anything defi- mite out of her. but she had beautl- full ring on her finger. She wants Susan and me to go to the opera with her tonight Will that be all right?' Jones gazed abstractedly at the rug. Whenever a problem bothered him he seemed to find the so ution in the deli cate patterns of the Persian rugs. FL nally he nodded q see no reason why you should not go. Only, watch out"
 Jones, there is one thing that will make me brave and happy. Will you tell me if you are in direct commu- nication with my father?'
 Yes, Miss Florence" he answered promptly. But do not breathe this to a single soul neither Susan nor Norton"
 'I promise that But, ah. hasten the day when he can come to me without fear"
 That is my wish also" You need not call me miss. Why should you?"
 Tt might not be wise to have any one hear me call you thus familiarly, | he objected gravely.
 Please yourself about that. Now must telephone Jim"
 'Jim?' the butler murmured.
 He caught the word which was not l intended for his ears. But for once Jones had been startled out of him | self.
 Is it wrong for me to call Mir. Nor l ton Jim?" she asked with a bit of l banter.
 '''It is not considered quite the prop. CT thing. Miss Florence, to call a young man by his first name unless you are engaged to marry him. or grew up with him from childhood"
 Well. supposing I were engaged to i him?" haughtily.
 That would be very grave affair What have you to prove that he may not wish to marry you for your money?"
 Why, Jones, you know that haven't penny in the world I can call my own, There is nothing to prove. except your word. that l am Stanley Hargreaves daughter"
 No, there is nothing to prove that you are his daughter. But hasn't il ever occurred to you that there migh, be a purpose back of this? Might il not be of inestimable value that your fathers enemies should be le'4 ir doubt? Might it not be means oi holding them on the leash? There is proof, ample proof. my child and when the time comes these will be | shown you. But meantime put all thought of marrying Mir. Norton out of your mind"
 That l refuse to do," quietly. "l am at least mistress of my heart and no one shall dictate to me whom l shall or shall not marry. l love Mir l Norton and he loves me Knowing that
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equal terms with his wife It's the way this peculiar organization called society has written down it's rules. Doubtless a relic of the stone age, when Alb went out with his club to seek a wife and drag her by the hair to his den, there to care for her and to guard her with his lifes blood. It is one of the few primitive sensations that remain to us, this wanting the fe- male dependent upon the male. Per haps this accounts for mans lack of interest on the suffragette question.
 Only Susan suspected the true state of affairs, being woman. Having had no real romance herself, she de- lighted in having a secondhand one, as you might say. She intercepted many a glance and pretended not to see the stolen hand pressures. The wedding was already full drawn in her minds eye. These two young people should be married at Susan Barlow S when the roses were climbing up the sides of the house and the young rob ins were boldly trying their fuzzy wings. It struck her as rather strange, but she could not conjure up tat this wedding) more than two men besides the minister. the bridegroom and the butler.
 By forsaking his accustomed haunts, under the advice of Jones. the hidden warfare ceased temporarily. You can't very we'll kill man when you don't know where to find him He ate his breakfasts haphazardly, now here. now there. He received most of his assignments by telephone and wrote his stories and articles in his club. in the writing rooms of hotels, and in variably dispatched them to the office by messenger. The managing editor wanted to know what all this meant; but Norton declined to tell him.
 It irked him to be forced to rear range his daily life-his habits. It was revolution against his ease, for | he loved ease when he was not at work. He had the sensation of having been suddenly robbed of his home. of 1 udNluB DeeH CdSl out lllO lne streets. | And on top of all this he had to go and fall in love,
 There was no longer a shadow op- posite the apartments of the Princess | Perigoff Braine came and went night. | ly without discovering any oney This rather worried him. It gave him the impression that the shadow had found out W hat he had been seeking and no longer needed to watch the coming and going of either himself or the | Countess Perigoff.
 Olga 1t looks as if We were at the end of our rope" he said discouragedly We have failed in all attempts so far The devil watches over that girl"
 ''Or Cod replied the countess gloomily. Tn nearly every instance | their success has been due to chance Somehow I'm convinced that we be | gan wrong We should have let liar. ] greave escape quietly followed him l and made him fast when the right op | portunity came. After a month or so his vigilance would have relaxed; he | would have arrived at the belief that l he had eluded us."