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Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-02-24

ii Mrs. william Green and Mrs. George
Stewart, Of Gilman, were In the city
TODAY ttt,. NlLs fst t,-5siE. y, . SCI
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-02-24
NEW RAG RUGS ARE IN.
Tho New Designs and colorinss Civ,
an Added Charm to House Furnishing.

Tne rag rug 10 no ionss1r So IA tiivio
Of mere utility but now comes in both
designs and colorings which give an
added charm to house furnishings. We
are now showing an extensive line Of
new patterns and Invite your early in
spection.
Headquarters for satisfaction. Ben
edict & Brlntnall.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-02-24

order bakery goods with your groc-
cries. Phone 2S4. McCord's gorcary.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-02-24

Mahogany finish Adam design d-ess-
er, forty Inch wide, base, French
beveled plate mirror 24x2s, only ;24.
Marion Gard.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-02-24

Mrs. ]. H. Vigars, of Eldora, who has
been visiting here with Mrs Belle
Travis. went this morning to Mitchell
vile to visit friends.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-02-24

II your grocer does not handle our
pure pasteurized milk telephone us and
we will deliver 1t. One quart daily, only
- cents q, week, Phone at. Jackson
Dairy Company.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-02-24

i Prayer services for Mrs Kate Hull
Williams, Of st. Louis, were held at the
grave in Riverside at II o'clock this
forenoon, in charge Of Rev. James p.
Linn. Jerome Hull, Of Onawa, a
brother Of Mrs. Williams. was here fos
the services.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-02-24

\ Seventy nembera and neighbors in
TAYLOR townships gathered "wednesday
evening for farewell p4rty at the
home OF AGrs and A1rx Cllyton Thorn
as. who will move into to- March 1,
to make their. home B atI ID North
Third street. Tho rpaHyA fenda en-
joyed social even MEM
bers Of the Taylor township quartet
sang group Of songs, accompanied.
by Mrs. Ralph Arney. and Mrs Burt
Stewart played several piano selec-
lions. At 8 late hour sunhsr. which
the guests brought. was served.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-02-24

Mrs. C.. E. Greet and sons, Of Ell
dora, who have been In Chicago for a
month. were in the city Wednesday on
their way home. Mr.. Greet will reach
home Saturday night.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-02-24

Camera supplies. The Kcdakery.
Or. Graham. osteop ath. Masonic tempt
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-02-24

Members Of the literature depart
ment Of the Women's Club met We'd
nesday with MiHs Minnie Russell, sos
West Main street and continued their
study of French literatnre.s Papers
were read by Mrs. Mary Thornton and
Mrs. philip Vogt,
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-02-24

Permanent be-
yond question.
Air tight because
they are plastered
on the Inside with
aHarnooth cement
coat, which will
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-02-24

In celebrationssof the sOth birthday
anniversary OF Mrs. 4 Elizabeth MANI
many peighbors and friends pleasantly
surprised her Tuesday afternoon at
the home Of her daughter. Mrs. NJ. A.
rWallish, 202 South Center street. An
trsc-..e! time was Z entovAd nv the
guests, who presented Mrs. MANI with
two blooming !: plants. Lunch wss
served by Mrs, Wallish. d Y u
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-02-24

For wall paper and paint wants
phone 1927 white. Let George do it
Advertisement,
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-02-24

With only q. few days more Of the
February clearance sale at which you
ere given q discount of 10 to 20 per
cent. it is time that you make your
selection of floor. coverings and furni-
ture. Marion Gard.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-02-24

Mrs. o. B. Waters and brother, DR..
2. C. Lynn. went this morning to
Cedar Rapids, called by the serious Ill
ness, Of Lynn, the 7-year-old son of
another sister, Mrs. Frank Hummell.
The boy is i'll of typhoid pneumonia.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-02-24

Mrs. C. H. Harris, of I.eGrand, re-
turned home this morning after being
here with her son, Arlo, who is a
patient at the Deaccness
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-02-24

There was an attendance Of twenty
eight members at the meeting OF the
w. R-ss G aid Society, held wednes-
day AFTERNOON at the home Of Mrs.
T.siM Sparks. 20s South Ninth street,
whoawAs assisted In entertaining BY
Mrs Henry White. At the close OF the
business session Mrs. Grover BechteI
entertained the members with a guess
ing contest which was won by Mrs.
Joseph Kleespie. The hostesses were
assisted in serving lunch BY Mrs.
Bechtel and Mrs-R Y. vahderveef.
Mrs, Malinda 3. Hunt. +of iowa
Falls. district president OF the w. c.
r. o.. addressed meeting of the local
Wednesday afternoon at
the home Of MRS. Talbot I.ennox, 1os
North First avenue. Mrs, Hunt told of
work being done in the W. C. %.
ana helped IN outlining plans for; I
suffrage institute to be held in the city
and other places IN the. county, IN me
spring. The local branch Of the or
ganization has started suffrage
n..,.r.s.-. and expect 70 orxNf1i1s yysai
entire county within me psxt ~
months, s;ss ~
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-02-24

Kodak time will be here soon. De-
veloping and printing outfits only $3.50.
Cameras from Is cents up. The Ko-
bakery. corner of First and Main
streets. gB
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-02-24

+ MIS-. Marie McFarland, 2s209 South
Fifth street, was hostess at q Wash
ington party Tuesday, when she en-
tertained few Of her friends at q /
o'clock luncheon Covers were laid
for sixteen, the table prettily deco
rated with little paper hatchets, cher
ries, and flags. In the afternoon the
guests were entertained with bridge.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-02-24

We carry full line of insurance,
life. fire, automobile, accident and
health. bonds. liability, etc. Before
buying Insurance., see us. Phone 56S.
Shove-Bay Insurance Company. rooms
300-301, Masonic temple.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-02-24

Mrs. Fred Stevens and daughter
Margaret, Of Iowa City, arrived in the
city Wednesday evening to- visit here
with the formers sister. Mrs. R. F.
French.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-02-24

cents. one Cent to 80 Cent Variety
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-02-24

your grocer does not handle our
pure pasteurized milk telephone US and
we will deliver 1t. One quart daily, only
40 cents a week. Phone 317.a Jackson
Dairy Company, tE'}
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-02-24
GulleRel)Iulbulljln.
CITY IN BRIEF
Crane wilbur, today. Colonial.

Brins your watches IN. Hodges.
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-02-24

Hear the Grinnell College male
quartet at the Lamoille church tomor-
row night. They won the prize at Des
Moines last Tuesday. Admission %
and Is cents. COMMITTEES. f
The Ozark spectator., 1916-12-20
CHAPTER XVII.

Light shone before Duane's eyes thick, strange light that came and went. For n long time dull booming sounds rushed by, filling all. It was a dream in which there was nothing {; drifting under a burden; darkness, light, sound, movement; and vague, obscure sense of time-time that was very long. There was fire-creeping, consuming fire. A dark cloud of flame enveloped him, rolled him away.
 He saw then, dlmly. room that was strange, strange people moving about over him, with faint voices, far away, things in dream. He saw again. clearly, and consciousness returned, still unreal, still strange, full of those vague and far-away things. Then he was not dead. He lay stiff, like Il stone. with a weight ponderous as q mountain upon him and all his bound body racked in slow, dull-beating agony.
 A woman's face lowered over him, white and tragic-eyed. like one of his old haunting phantoms, yet sweet and eloquent. Then mans face bent over him, looked deep into his eyes, and seemed to whisper from a dis tance: "Duane-Duane! An, he knew mel"
 After that there was another long interval of darkness. When the light came again, clearer this time. the same earnest-faced man bent over him. It was MacNelly. And with recogni- tion the past flooded back.
 Duane tried to speak. His lips were weak, and he could scarcely move them.
 sPoggin' he whispered. His first real conscious thought was for Poggin. Ruling passion--eternal instinct!
 "Poggin is dead. Duane; shot to pieces" replied MacNelly. solemnly.
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(TIIE END.)
KAKAPOS TAKEN IN SNARES
Simple Trick That Is Resorted To by New Zealanders to Trap These
 Wary Birds.

The New Zealand kakapo, or large parrot. with all its credit fer brains. allows itself to be caught in a very simple manner. In the dusk of the early dawn the Maoris, carrying tame kakapos tied to long sticks, set off to hunt. These are the call birds used to attract by their screams the large fiocks of kakapos flying overhead. While one Maori tethers the call birds by the leg and sets them screaming to the full extent of their iusty lungs, an- other cuts as many perches as there are men in the hunting party from the neighboring bush. By means of flax l bands these are lashed firmly to differ ent parts of a little hut or whare Gin which the hunters secrete themselveS), so as to act as perches for the unsus- pecting birds. Each perch is so fixed that 1t can be drawn down into the whare through the roof. On the perches are placed running nooses of flax, and when all is prepared each Maori sits quietly within the whare with his flax cord in his hand ready to pull at the right moment. The call birds are then | disturbed by means or long stick, and presently large flock of parrots, hear ing their cries, wheel down and settle with a great chattering in the adjacent trees. One by one they fly and set tie on the perches of the whare to hold converse with the call birds, and when every perch is occupied Maori gives the signal and the nooses are pulled. The hubbub of screaming and scolding as each perch with its captured parrot is drawn down into the whare can be best imagined. It is only equaled by the frantic excitement of the Maoris as they grasp the birds by the neck and throw them aside dead.
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THE LONE STAR RANGER
 story he 7eeyHam People By ZANE GREY
Bu ZANE GREY

do. You'll forget there. You'll learn to love my home. It's a beautiful old place. There are groves where the gray moss blows all day and the night ingales sing all night"
 My darling!" cried Duane, broken ly. No, no, now
 Yet he knew in his heart that he was yielding to her, that he could not resist her q moment longer. What was this madness of love?
 ''We1l be happy" she whispered. "Oh, know. Come !-come !-come!"
 Her eyes were closing, heavy-lidded, and she lifted sweet, tremulous, wait- ing lips.
 With bursting heart Duane bent to them. Then he held her, close pressed to him, while with dim eyes he looked out over the line of low hills in the west, down where the sun was setting gold and red, down over the Nueces and the wild brakes of the Rio Grande which he was never to see again.
 It was in this solemn and exalted moment that Duane accepted happi- ness and faced new life, trusting this brave and tender woman to be strong CT than the dark and fateful passion that had shadowed his past.
 It would come back-that wind of flame, that madness to forget, that driving, relentless instinct for blood. It would come back with those pale, drifting, haunting faces and the ac- cusing fading eyes, but all his life, always between them and him, render ing them powerless, would be the faith and love and beauty of this noble | woman.
 (THE END)
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Shall the Court Rule on ReIiolon?

The woolly-headed Uncle Rasmus was accused of disturbing the peace. Officer Mort Rudolph explained it as follows:
 Your honor, this man was running up and down the Mill River road, way ing his arms and yelling at the top of his voice, and otherwise raising the mischief, at half past one in the morn- ing. The people of that district com- plained, and they had perfect right to-"
 The judge drowned at Rasmus, who didn't seem to be particularly worried.
 What do you mean by such unbe- coming conduct?" his honor demanded.
 Religion, jedge," was the response.
 Religion! Are you Holy Roller, or something like that? l have reIig- ion. Rasmus, but I don't get up at midnight and tell everybody about it."
 Oats des' de diffunce, judge. ain't ashamed ob mine."-Case and Comment.
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A clock inside pointed the hour of two. He went through the door into the vestibule, looked around, passed up the steps into the bank. The clerks were at their desks, apparently busy. But they showed nervousness. The cashier paled at sight of Duane. There were men-the rangers-crouching down behiSd the low partition. All the windows had been removed from the iron grating before the desks. The safe was closed. There was no spoke to the cashier, and was told to come tomorrow.
 Duane returned to the door. He could see far down the street, out into the country. There he waited, and minutes were eternities. He saw no person near him; he heard no sound. He was insulated in his un- natural strain.
 At q few minutes before half past two dark, compact body of horsemen appeared far down, turning into the road. They came at a sharp trot- group that would have attracted attention anywhere at any time. They came little faster as they entered ! town; then faster still now they were 1 four blocks away. now three, now two. Duane backed down the middle of the vestibule, up the steps, and halted in the center of the wide doorway.
 There seemed to be a rustling in his ears through which pierced sharp, ringing clip-clop of iron hoofs. He could see only the corner of the street. But suddenly into that shot lean- limbed dusty bay horses. There was clattering of nervous hoofs pulled | to halt.
 Duane saw the tawny Poggin speak to his companions. He dismounted quickly. They followed suit. They had the man. business. No guns showed. Poggin started leisurely for the bank door, Quickening step a little. The others, close together, came behind him. Blossom Kane had q bag in his left hand. Jim Fletcher was left at the curb, and he had already gathered up 1 the brides.
 Poggin entered the vestibule first, with Kane on one side. Boldt on the other, q little in the rear.
 As he strode in he saw Duane.
 "Hell's Fire!" he cried.
 Something inside Duane burst, pierc- ing all of him with cold. Was 1t that fear?
 Buck Duanei" echoed Kane.
 One instant Poggin looked up and ! Duane looked down.
 Like striking jaguar Poggin nov ed Almost as quickly Duane threw his arm.
 The guns boomed almost together.
 Duane felt blow just before he pulled trigger. His thoughts came fast. like the strange dots before his eyes. His raising gun had loosened in his hand. Poggln had drawn quick CT! A tearing agony encompassed his breast. He pulled-pulled-at ran dom. Thunder of booming shots all about him! Red flashes, jets of smoke, shrill yells! He was sinking The end; yes, the end With fading sight he saw Kane go down, then Boldt. But supreme torture, bitterer than death, Poggin stood, mane like a lions, back to the wall, bloody-faced grand, with his guns spouting red!
 All faded, darkened. The thunder deadened. Duane fell. seemed float ing. There it drifted-Ray Long streth's sweet face, white, with dark tragic eyes, fading from his sight fading fading
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mind tho image of Poggin--Poggin had sent the cold sickness of fear to his marrow. There was a horrible thrill In his sudden remembrance that Poggin likewise had been taunted with fear of him. The dark tide over whelmed Duane. and when he left the room he was fierce, implacabls, steeled to any outcome, quick like a panther, somber as death, in the thrall of this strange passion.
 There was no excitement in the street. He crossed to the bank corner.
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What fight he made! He killed two of my men, wounded others. God he was tiger. He used up three guns before We downed him."
 "Who-got-awayp
 ''Fletcher, the man with the horses. We downed all the others. Duane, the jobs done-it's done! Why, man, you're"
 "What of-of-her."
 Miss Longstreth has been almost constantly at your bedside. She help ed the doctor. She watched your wounds. And. Duane, the other night, when you sank low-so low-I think it was her spirit that held yours back. Oh, she's a wonderful girl. Duane, she never gave up, never lost her nerve for n moment. Well, we're going to take you home, and she'll go with us. Colonel Longstreth left for
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She Was Leading an Old Lady.

Louisiana right after the fight. l advised 1t. There was great excite ment. It was best for him to leave"
 Have I-a-chance-to recover?"
 Chance? Why man." exclaimed the captain, you'll get well You'll pack n sight of lead all your life. But you can stand that. Duane, the whole Southwest knows your story. You need never again be ashamed of the name Buck Duane. The brand out law Is washed out. Texas believes you've been secret ranger all the time. You're hero. And HOW think of home, your mother, of this noble girl-of your future"
 The rangers took Duane home to Wellston.
 A railroad had been built since Duane had gone into exile. Wellston had grown. A noisy crowd surround ed the station. but it stilled as Duane was carried from the train.
 A sea of faces pressed close. Some were faces he remembered-school- mates, friends. old neighbors. There was an uplifting of many hands. Duane was being welcomed home to the town from which he had fled. A deadness within him broke. This well come hurt him somehow. Quickened him; and through his cold being, his weary mind, passed change. His sight dimmed.
 Then there was white house, his old home. How strange, yet how real ! His heart beat fast. Had so many, many years passed? Familiar yet fled.
 They carried him In, these ranger comrades. and laid him down. and lifted his head upon pillows. The house was still, though full of people. Duane's gaze sought the open door. Someone entered--a tall girl in white, with dark wet eyes and light upon her face. She was leading an old lady, gray-haired, austere-faced, somber and sad. His mother! She was feeble. but she walked erect. She was pale, shaking. yet maintained her dignity.
 Then someone in white uttered a low cry and knelt by Duane's bed. His mother flung wide her arms with strange gesture.
 ''This man! They've not brought back my boy. This mans his father Where is my son? My son--oh, my son !"
 When Duane grew stronger it was pleasure to lie by the west window and watch Uncle Jim whittle his stick and listen to his talk. The old man was broken now. He told many in teresting things about people Duane had known-people who had grown up and married, failed, succeeded, gone away, and died. But it was hard to keep Uncle Jim off the subject of guns. outlaws, fights. He could not seem to divine how mention of these things hurt Duane. Uncle Jim was childish now, and he had a great pride in his nephew. He wanted to hear of all of Duane's exile. And if there was one thing more than another that pleased him 1t was to talk about the bullets which Duane carried in his body.
 Five bullets, ain't itf" he asked.
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Duane suddenly thought she was going to faint. He divined then that she had understood him, would have denied him nothing, not even her life, in that moment. But she was over come, and he suffered pang of regret at his unrestraint.
 Presently she recovered, and she drew only the closer, and leaned upon him with her face upturned.
 He felt her hands on his, and they were soft, clinging, strong, like steel fall, the warmth of her breast. A tre- nor ran over him. He tried to draw back, and If he succeeded little her form swayed with him, pressing closer. She held her face up, and he was con- pelled to look. It was wonderful now: white, yet glowing, with the red lips parted, and dark eyes alluring. But that was not all. There was passion, unquenchable spirit, woman's resolve, deep and mighty.
 T love you, Duane!" she said. "For my sake don't go out to meet this out
  in you. Conquer it If you love me-"
 Duane became suddenly weak, and when he did take her into his arms again he scarcely had strength to lift her to a seat beside him. She seemed more than a dead weight. Her calm ness had fled. She was throbbing, pal pitating, quivering, with hot, wet cheeks and arms that clung to him like vines. She lifted her mouth to him, whispering. Kiss mel" She meant to change him, hold him.
 Duane bent down, and her arms went round his neck and drew him close. With his lips on hers he seemed to float away. That kiss closed his eyes, and he could not lift his head. He sat motionless, holding her, blind and helpless, wrapped in a sweet, dark glory. She kissed him-one long, end less kiss-or else thousand times. Her lips, her wet cheeks, her hair, the softness, the fragrance of her, the ten der clasp of her arms, the swell of her breast-all these seemed to inclOSe him.
 Duane could not put her from him. He yielded to her lips and arms, watching her, involuntarily returning her caresses, sure now of her intent. fascinated by the sweetness of her, bewildered. almost lost. That was what it was to be loved by woman. His years of outlawry had plotted out any boyish love he might have known. This was what he had to give up this strange fire he feared yet loved, this mate his deep and tortured soul recognized. Never until that moment had he divined the meaning of woman to q man. That meaning was spiritual in that he saw there might have been for him, under hap pier circumstances, life of noble deeds lived for such woman. Don't go! Don't go" she cried, as he started violently.
 'I must. Dear, good-by. Remember l loved you!"
 He pulled her hands loose from his, stepped back.
 Ray, dearest-I belleve-Tll come back p he whispered.
 These last words were falSehood.
 He reached the door. gave one last piercing glance to fix forever in mem- ory that white face with its dark, staring, tragic eyes.
 'Duane."
 He fled with that moan like thunder. death, hell in his ears. To forget her, to get back his nerve he forced into
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A Rarbarian.

"Of course, you mustn't miss that celebrated vi0linist," said Mrs. Cum- rox.
 II suppose not" replied her husband, ''as long as you aud the girls say he. has such reputation. But wish that instead of listening to his Kind of uue sic l could see Mm in tho povlnG - tures.s
The Ozark spectator., 1916-12-20
Out of It.

"Deed no, sah, can't jine no army"
 "But your country needs you, Ras- tus."
 Cant help dat. It's onpossible."
 "Why impossible, RastusY
 Well, you see, my op woman has been ovah to de police cot an put me unner bonds to keep de peace. No. sah, can't do no fighting, nohow."- Boston Transcript.