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Putnam patriot., 1916-03-24

feet, Webster brothers Leading oil with
a Webster Night, Danielson 'ofothets
following with Dauielson Night ana
then followed Putnam with Putnam
Night. The diversion furnished ~
each Instance has been Of similar M.
ture. Com paris ems are cdious and are
in this instance unnecessary. Eaeh
night has had meaning OF It's own
and all three have been erJ9yaoie al
fairs. 1t is Of Putnam Night we now
have TO do.
The invitations sent TO the mem oers,
after acknowledging the past hospitai
tty of the Webster and Danieison bro
shers, infer red in the following man
Putnam patriot., 1916-03-24
PERSONAL TAXES

As the legally appointed personal
tax collector of the town Of Woodstock
| hereby give notice that we will re-
ceive such tax AT our home by personal
tender, or registe red letter, from those
having such personal tax 10 pay any
time on or after March 10, 1916.
LEONARD IL. HEALEY,
Tax Collector OF Town and Personal
Taxes.
Dated at Woodstock, March s, 1915.
Putnam patriot., 1916-03-24
help Keep Them Clean.

II is an old custom in Bohemian
bakeries to wipe the boots of visitors
as they enter There is good deal
Of wiping these days; for the govern
ment and city officials inspect the bar
xeries at very frequent intervals in
order to see that the regulations re-
garding the amount of -four used in
bread are carried out.-Popular
Science Monthly.
Putnam patriot., 1916-03-24

IL March nth, A. d, 1Sl6,
Estate OF Andre ID, Ledoux, late of 1homI son
In said District, deces ssd.
Upon the application of Resale Menard
Ledoux, praying that l.tters OF administration
may be granted on said estate, represented in
tesiate, as per application on file more fully
appears, IL Is
Ordered that said application be heard and de
termined AT the Probate Office In Thompson In
said district on the 2tfh day oil March, A. D.,
1916 AT o'clock In the aftern on. and that
public notice b. given of the pendeney of said
application and the time aud place Of hearing
thereon, by publishing copy OF this order once
In some news paper having "A circulation In said
District, and by posting Hcopy thereof on The
public sign posi- In the Town Thompson IN said
district. and by mailing postpaid copy OF said
order TO each heir-at-law of said deceased, nt
least seven days before said day Of hearing
FRED A. MUNYAN. Judge
Putnam patriot., 1916-03-24
MAILsoPEN FROM

Boston, New York, Hartford aud all poir
north, east, south and west at $50 a. IN.
Boston. $3.50. IO.45 a. M, $40 p. N. $50 p. n
Danielson, 8. 80 a. M. 3.t5 .. m.
Norwich 8.l5, III a. ul., 40. $40 p. m.
Hartford. $50, IL a. ~, 4 10, IL p. m.
New York, 8.ae. ii a. IN 4.i0, ID p. m.
Worcester $50 a. ul., 3 d, $40 p. M.
Webster, $50 a ~, 3-23. 80 p IN.
Wiliimantic, $50. Ii a. IN, 4.l0 p. IN.
Putnam patriot., 1916-03-24
RURAL FREE DELIVERY.
Routes No. /, 2, 3 and 4

Rural Carriers leave daily Sundays and
Holidays exeepted) at $40 q. m, return at B. W
D. m. Rural carriers are prohibited from
carrying outside the mails any mailable ma Ter
weighing Ii pounds or less
Putnam patriot., 1916-03-24
Putnam Mail Service
MAY, 1915
POST OFFICE OPEN
From $50 a. m. to 8 p. IN.

From $50 a. m. to 5 p. IN.
Sundays the lobby will be open TO Lock Box
holders from 7. 80 to 10 80 a. m.
Holidays from $50 a. m. to II M, 5000 pm.
POSTAL SAVINGS AND MONEY ORDER
DIVISION
o. en- from a. Nd. to 6 Up. M, closed on Sun
days and Legal Holidays.
Registry Division open during Office hours.
Putnam patriot., 1916-03-24
The Southern Cross.

The Southern Cross has for those
south of the equator national as
well as a scientific interest. In Tas-
lania, as well as in the whole OF
Australia, there is patriotic sentl
ment attached to this small but bril-.
iant constellation. 1t adorns the flag
snd is quite an emblem Of the COM
monweaItn, and is as familiar TO the
man on the street as is our Dipper
with us.-Montreal Herald.
Responsive.
81 verify believe that inanimate
things sometimes enter into the spirit
of a festal occasion" Il know IT.
Last night. when | was going to
blowout my automobile chimed in with
a couple of its own. Cour
fer-Jouriai.
Putnam patriot., 1916-03-24
DELIVERIES

BY City Carriers Daily. Sundays aud
Holidays exceptcd) a SO a. 10. and 40 p.
NJ; aud ll.41 a. N. IN the Business Section.
One delivery By CITY Carriers on Holidays.
Collections
Putnam patriot., 1916-03-24

Banquet Board
to Retiring Exalted
Putnam patriot., 1916-03-24

From the Street Letter Boxes
Putnam patriot., 1916-03-24

Splendid 45 acre farm Tor sale, 4
miles out of Webster, short distanss
from Putnam. Photos and partica-
lars. Address PAnnnor Office. lip
Charlevoix county herald., 1916-10-06

as he passed the crowds outskirts,
and who had come up behind HIM
groaned aloud in mortal anguish,
seized Ted by the nape of the neck
and forcibly hauled him away.
The watch's owner bawled stop
Thief" and gave chase. The cry was
taken up, as others i'm the crowd saw
Circle" Jim dart nimbly into a by
street, still propelling the halfstupe-
fled youth ahead of him.
AS father and son rounded the cor
ner, Max Lamar was crossing the
lower end of the Square. He heard
the cries; saw the chase begin, and
had a fleeting glimpse of Borden just
before he and Ted disappeared.
The man for whom Max had vainly
been searching all afternoon! Lamar
whipped out a police whistle, blew a
shrill blast, then ran at full speed
down the street around whose cor
ner Borden and Ted had vanished.
With Lamar, a brace of policemen
and score of volunteer man-hunters
in hot pursuit, Borden continued his
flight.
Down one street, across another
he raced; the pursuit ever within
sound and once or twice within sight
Into the mouth of an alleyway he
plunged and on till he reached a spot
where a poster-decked fence adjoined
the corner OF building.
There was a foot or SO OF space be.
tween building and fence.
He showed the painting Ted through
this opening; followed; pushed the
loosened board back in place and
stood an instant to get his breath.
He and his son were in a disused
lumberyard. His hasty glance met no
human being. But that was because
his glance was so extremely hasty and
because his prison-weakened eyes were
no longer so keen as of yore.
For he and Ted were not the yard
only human occupants. The Pirate
King shared their hiding place.
The Pirate King. in private life, was
Ignatius Aloysius McQuaid; intimate
ly known as "Spudsy." He was four
Charlevoix county herald., 1916-10-06

feet eight inches tall, and he was the
only son and heir of the garbage-col-
lector who lived two doors down the
alley.
Spudsy had long ago discovered the
unused old lumberyard, and had con-
verted it into a pirate ship; with
pile OF corner boards as quarterback.
This afternoon, as he paced his
quarterback, growing merciless orders
to his imaginary crew, Spudsy was
suddenly aware of the two men who
burst into the yard
He saw the elder of the two men
a gray-maned, ghastly-faced old fellow
release the younger man whom he
had been grasping by the collar. He
saw the old fellow drop on his knees
and dig in the timber debris like a
dog that is digging for woodchucks.
He saw him push his hand downward
into the mass of shavings and shin
giles and grope for something.
Then he saw him lift a trapdoor, to
whose top coating of chips and
scantling ends still adhered.
The man lifted the trapdoor part
way, showed the younger man in
through the opening; crawled through
it after him, and lowered the trapdOor
above them so carefully that the
scraps of wood were not disturbed.
Spudsy stared, goggle-eyed. Here
was the most delightful mystery of
nrI
not only pirate ship. 1t was treas
ure cave as well. Cautiously he climbed
down from the quarterback and made
for the spot where the trapdoor had
been raised and lowered. He bent
over the trap, brushing away the con-
cealing wood. Then he saw a shadow
fall across the debris and he looked
up. over him stood a man-tall, we'll
dressed his firm mouth just now smil-
ing friendlily down upon the cringing
child.
Digging for gold, johnny" he
asked pleasantly; and at sound of the
kind voice Spudsys fright vanished.
mo, SIR answered the boy. I'm
just lookin' fer the place where them
two guys ran into the ground"
Into the-what?" demanded Lamar,
in quick interest.
Into the ground" responded
Spudsy. They beat 1t into here
through that place in the fence an
one of em-an old geezer with gray
hair--he digs here a minute an then
he ups with a trapdoor an down they
scoots."
Max Lamar was on his knees, fran
tically pushing the chips and shingles
to left and right.
He boosts up the trap with his
Charlevoix county herald., 1916-10-06
FIRST lNSTALLMENT
NEVE RM0RE!

IF you feel a craving to call me
names" Max Lamar used to say, call
me a horsethief or a mental error or
even n dove of peace. But unless
you want to start trouble, don't call
me a detective I'm not a detective.
| am a crime specialist.
He had served for years on the
city's crack central Office detective
squad. Then, while he was still I'M
der thirty, he had laid down enough
money and laid up enough reputation
to leave the force and go into bust
ness for himself
In his office sat Lamar, one spring
morning, trying to coax a sulky cigar
into good behavior and, between puffs,
debating a letter to Edith Hayes, his
stenographer.
A clerk hurried in from the ante
room, laid a special delivery letter on
his chiefs desk and vanished again
into his own domain. At sight of the
envelopes handwriting some of the
unusual laziness left Lamars face and
manner. At a glance down the single
official sheet of paper as he ripped
it from the envelope, the very last
trace Of Incidence was gone.
Miss Hayes he said, the ball
game to day will lack its most ardent
fan. And never mind finishing that
letter. I'll have to get out Of here
Unlocking at his watch-"in just
twenty minutes I've got to go to
prison.
Mr. Lamar!' stammered the girl,
still too new in her employers service
to know when he was in earnest.
It's true. " he answered. Listen to
this"
He picked up the note and read
aloud.
MT Max Lamar, Crime Specialist.
MY Dear Max Circle jim Borden
goes free again at noon today. Since
you entered private practice l have
no one familiar with the methods Of
this master crook. Please keep an eye
on him. RANDOLPH ALLEN,
Chief Of Police"
Il don't understand" said the
stenographcr. If you're in business
for yourself, why should the chief of
police be giving you orders?"
ole isn't. He's giving me a chance
A chance he knows I'd be willing to
pay for with q couple of my eye teeth.
Charlevoix county herald., 1916-10-06

very existence, and had let him get
clean away.
Ted Borden was out of a Job. This
was no novelty to him. Though he
was barely twenty-five, this was the
eighth position he had managed to
lose. There were but three things
on earth in which the lad felt even
a languid interest. These were
cigarettes, ten-cent whisky and loaf
ing.
This morning he had come to the
factory two hours late A little after
noon he had secretly lighted a
cigarette in the varnish room. The
superintendent had caught him at it,
in time to avert a blaze, and had
forthwith discharged him.
With half weeks pay in his peck
ct, Ted had repaired to the Golden
Star saloon, the headquarters OF his
select crowd of friends.
At the end OF an hour Ted had
slouched out Of the place, penniless;
considerably more than half-drunk
Ted had had vague idea Of going
to the ball game. Now that that was
out Of the question, he presently de-
cided to loaf around to the square
in front of the Chronicle Office and
watch the score.
Ted knew his father was a crook.
And he had always resented Jims eff
forts to keep him straight, deemed
those pitiful attempts the acme of
hypocrisy.
Ted had reached the Square. He
paused in the outer fringe of the
throng that watched the baseball bull
letins. His gaze fell on the portly
meridian Of the man standing next to
him.
The man was staring ecstatically
upward at the score board. His coat
was open. From the pocket Of his
jutting waistcoat hung a jeweled
watchfob
Ted's mouth grew dry and his dull
eyes frightened. Hot temptation
gripped and shook him.
So intent did his every faculty all
at once become that he did not hear
a man come up behind him, halt alb
ruptly and murmur his name.
Out crept Ted's hand, nearer and
neayed to the coveted watch. Now
his fingertips had closed lovingly on
the fob. Then, at the same time,
two things happened.
The watchs owner felt the touch Of
the clumsy fingers, glanced down
ward; made a grab at the nicotine
stained digits and shouted Thief"
On the same instant Circle Jim Bor-
den (who had caught sight of his son
Charlevoix county herald., 1916-10-06

Gle" Jim caroming against a clean-cut
young man who had just rounded the
corner toward the gate.
'Scuse me, Mr.. Lamar" began the
guard He"
Jim had recovered his balance anS,
disregarding the others, strobe toward
June; muttering angry incoherences
Lamar, in one double gesture, slipped
his own athletic body between the
two and drew a revolver from his hip
pocket.
He leveled the weapon at Borden
who instinctively threw up his hands.
AS he did so, the guard pinioned him
from behind.
Here said Lamar, briskly, as he
pocketed the revolver and pulled out
a pair of shining little handouts.
Help me put these on him."
mo! MOI" begged June. 1T was
my fault. Please let him go. Please
dol"
Lamar shrugged his shoulders.
Turn him loose" he ordered the
guard.
And Circle" Jim scuttled off, down
the street, like bullet-grazed wolf.
Lamar turned to June, raising his
soft hat.
Il hope he didn't brighten you," he
said. Really, you shouldn't have in
terceded for him, just now. If you
had let us arrest him"
I'm glad / didn't" she made an
swer. And thank you for coming to
my aid, Mr.. Lamar. ooh, here is my
mother. l want you to meet her"
AS Lamar helped the two ladies into
their car, a few minutes later, he had
the Joy of hearing June say:
Wont you come and see us-and
tell us more about your work."
Suffering some half-coherent reply,
the usually cool-headed man stood
staring in foolish happiness after the
car.
With a start he came to himself.
He had fastened to the prison to see
Circle" Jim Borden released, and to
follow him. And-all because of one
girl-he had quite forgotten Jim's
Charlevoix county herald., 1916-10-06

That's why he wrote to me. Old
Circle Jim is my quarry. I've landed
him three times for the chief, and it
looks as if l we're going to make it a
fOurs0me. Jim cant keep out of Jail.
Because he can't keep out of crime.
And he can't keep out of crime On
account Of the Red Circle"
The Red Circle" she echoed. "a
circle Of anarchists"
NO. A circle of Jim Borden's. A
circle on the back of his right hand
A circle he gets his nickname from
A red birthmark, like a hoop or ring,
in the flesh OF the hand Sometimes
it hardly shows Sometimes it blazes
an angry crimson. He"
"But what has a birthmark got TO
do with his being a criminal?" asked
the puzzled girl. 81 don't see"
"fSoithcr DO |. But it's true. I've
heard some sort Of a rigmarole about
this birthmark running through his
family ever SO far back, and that when
ever it appears it's a sign Of a crimi-
nal. All nonsense, perhaps. | don't
know But ! do know that oldsCircle'
Jim Borden is one of the craftiest,
most invcterate criminals i'm this state.
And if he's out Of prison it means
trouble TO the whole community.
There was a yarn at headquarters that
the old fox has a hiding place some
Charlevoix county herald., 1916-10-06

Lamar did not Join in the triple
fight. His keen nostrils had caught
the smell OF escaping gas. He remem-
bered all at once what Borden had
said MY son is in that bedroom-dy-
ng!" And he ran to the bedroom door,
opened 1t and entered.
The two policemen, stalwart as they
were, found Circle" Jim unexpectedly
hard to subdue. The old man was fial
ing like a beast at bay. Nor was he
fighting to escape. For he made no
move to tear himself free from his
opponents.
Instead, he seemed to be trying to
get hold of the pistol that one OF the
two policemen still held.
Like Samson of old, he put forth
his power of muscle. And. before his
captors could so much as guess his
Intent, he had twisted the policeman's
Charlevoix county herald., 1916-10-06

hand toward him, so that the pistol
muzzle pressed against his own body
just above the heart.
The same wrench enabled Jim to
force aside the policeman's trigger
finger His own forefnger slipped
inside the trigger guard.
One pressure of the finger and the
shot was fired.
The policemen relaxed their hold
as Jim Borden spasmodically leaped In
air and staggered backward, a "A
bullet through his heart.
The big body hurtled to the floor
and lay there.
Circle" Jim Borden, cornered, had
killed himself
The officers were reused from the
momentary reaction following their
death battle by the appearance Of La
mar, who reeled out OF the bedroom, a
gush of pungent gas-reek enveloping
him.
In his arms, Max bore lifeless
body. The body of Ted Borden.
Entering the bedroom, Lamar had
been well-nigh overcome by the
fumes of gas that had by this time
asphyxiation chamber.
He had caught up the one rickety
chair and, sitting and dizzy, had
smashed open the window with It,
After leaning out for a moment, to get
back his breath and to steady the
whirling Of his brain, he had crossed
to the bed, seized Ted's limp body and
the next room.
There he laid the boy besidel his
father and, kneeling, felt his pulsaand
listened at the narrow chest for sound
of heartbeats.
Presently he rose, a new solemnity
in his alert eyes. Turning to the two
painting officers, he said, very quiet
ly:
Our work here is done. They are
both dead. II is-it Is the end of the
Red Circle!"
The double inquest was over. The
last report was made. Max Lamar's
work OF keeping an eye" on Jim
Borden was finished for all time.
From police headquarters he set out
toward his own office. The horror of
the Red Circle tragedy was still
heavy upon him. His own part in It
and his narrow escape from death had
left a mark on his usually steady
nerve.
He was tired of gruesome mysteries.
He wanted something to take his mind
off the events OF the past two days.
June Travis had asked him to call.
He intended to take her at her word.
Just then a limousine that had been
drawn up beside the curb, just In front
of him. started of. Carelessly, Lamar
glanced at It. He could not see the
occupants. He had no special desire
TO see them.
But he was attracted by the sight
OF a woman's hand-white, shapely,
dainty-that lay carelessly on tie sash
OF the cars open window
At first, IL was it's beauty that drew
Maxs notice. But, just at the instant
the limousine whizzed away, he had
a closer look. And q startled cry
broke from him.
For, wildly clear upon the snowy
surface Of the hanback,, glared the
Red Circle!
Lamar barely had time, as the car
vanished In swirl Of traffic, to catch
sight OF its number. With sH/ng
fingers he jotted down In his Rote.
book
Cal: 1864. The Red Circle!" he
babbled dazedly, The Red Circle
again."
(END OF FIRST INsTALLMENTl
The Mobridge news. [volume] (Mobridge, Walworth Co., S.D.) 190?-1917, 1916-03-02
II You Must Drink

Clipping sent by Langberg, n.
d., sub -criber to Bowman Citizen.
To the married man who cannot
get along without his drink, the
following is suggested as a solu-
tion of the honda ye OF habit:
/. Start n saloon in your honse
9. Be your only customer.
You will have no license to pay.
3. Give your wife two dollars
to buy a gallon of whisky and re-
member there are ninety-six dri ks
in a gallon.
4. Buy your drinks from none
bnt her, and by the time the first
gallon is gone she will have 81 60
to put i'm the hank and 5000 IN
Start in hnsintss again.
5. Should you live ten wears
and continue to buy booze from
her then die with snakes IN your
boots; she will have money to
bury you respectfully. educate your
children, buy a house and lot,
marry q decent man, and quit
thinking abOnt you.
The Mobridge news. [volume] (Mobridge, Walworth Co., S.D.) 190?-1917, 1916-03-02
From EXCHANGES

E. F. Swanson, who owns q
farm ten mites sOnth Of Bowman,
and VINO sold ont his farm equip
ment aud stock last NOvnm her,
arr wed in Bowman Sunday and
went out to his farm. While
there he also visited his mother
and sister who live close by. Mr..
Swanson left from Bowman Tues
day to return to Mobridge where
he makes his headquarters while
on the road for q wholesale hard
ware firm.-Bowman Co, IN. D. }
Citizen
The Mobridge news. [volume] (Mobridge, Walworth Co., S.D.) 190?-1917, 1916-03-02

Lennon, Feb. 28'h Twenty
thousand descriptive circulars sci
ting forth the Trans Missou /
country, in fact both by articles
and pictures, are being prepared
by the Lennon commercial club
and will be sent out shortly to
hnmeseekers in Minnesota, Iowa.
Wisconsin and other eastern and
central states. This country il
expecting the biggest development
in its history this year, the bounti.
full crops Of this section having
already placed this country fore.
most in the ranks OF the state for
its agricultural possibilities.
The Mobridge news. [volume] (Mobridge, Walworth Co., S.D.) 190?-1917, 1916-03-02
NOTICE OF APPLICATION FOR CHAN-
GN OF NAME.

10 w nom ~ May concern:
Public notice Is hereby Riven that the under
signed viii apply to the circuit oourt for Wal.
worth county. South Dakota at the regular
term thereofto be held In the court house
in the city OF Selby. in said county. on the
18th day of March. A. D.. isle. or as soon
thsSsastsr as counsel can he heard. for an
erdsr changing the name of the undersign.
"a Inex 0Eueeey 70 Ines Caruisl.
Dated nc No6ridgs, South Dakota, this
s1eh day Of February. isla
Ines 0rsussl