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The daily banner. (Cambridge, Md.) 1897-2008, 1922-03-28
Additional Members OF
The Dorchester 7. A.

The following new members of the
Dorchester County tuberculosis AS
ISOLATION have recently been received
Mr.. and Mrs. Harry l.. Brohawn
and Miss Susan Hitch of Vienna.
Mrs. Frank, Vincent, Linkwood.
Mrs. Isabel r. Stokes, Mrs. Samuel
w. Linthicum, Mrs. Linda c. Hub
bard, Mrs C. Brannock and Miss
Agnes Hubbard, all of Hudson.
Miss Cora e. Murphy, Secretary.
The daily banner. (Cambridge, Md.) 1897-2008, 1922-03-28
NEW aslrz3 isE31,iGH sEs:22

In couuocIson with my garage
have opened ar auI"moDIlt req"
sbop. which is in .narge Of eoTn pc
tenr man. All work VIII be handled
promptly and at reasonable rf:Ees'
Give me 8 cali, convenient location
prompt service. GGod WOE omansalf'
phone g.. Van. L. ~ n, SaJ stiee'
rarapa I9-Li
The daily banner. (Cambridge, Md.) 1897-2008, 1922-03-28
SPECIAL NOTICE

Stanley's Minstrel will make their
first appearance at Matthew's Opera
House, March 30th, 1922. The pub
lie is cordially invited and we are
making special preparations for our
white friends and we will entertain
you with our first class music and
songs.
GEO. E. STANLEY Mgr
The daily banner. (Cambridge, Md.) 1897-2008, 1922-03-28
NOTICE TO GAS USERS

Having severed my connection
with the Gas Company, l am now
working on my own hook and can
make repairs to stoves, lights and
all other gas troubles properly. Tele-
nhona 581 w. E. BARRETT.
The daily banner. (Cambridge, Md.) 1897-2008, 1922-03-28

Chinese remove shoes before en-
tering their homes, says an eX-
change. Why don't they get home
at a decent hour?
The daily banner. (Cambridge, Md.) 1897-2008, 1922-03-28
Trustees SALE
OF
Garage Business
At HurlOck

For limited time, the machine shop
equipment and stock OF auto accessor-
les and supplies of James E. Thorpe
until recently conducting garage
and auto repair business at Hurlock
Md, is offered at private sale, as g
whole, by the undersigned, for immedi-
ate purchase. Complete inventory OF
this business may be seen at my office
and the stock may be examined by
prospective purchase at any time.
TERMS OF SALE:-One-third casf
four months credit on balance.
HENRY L. JOHNSON.
The daily banner. (Cambridge, Md.) 1897-2008, 1922-03-28

Bootleggers operating in Ireland
are believed to have come from the
United States. Still, enough OF them
have remained on the job here to
keep business going.
The daily banner. (Cambridge, Md.) 1897-2008, 1922-03-28

One sign of spring is the baseball
from the game in the backyard com
ing through the kitchen window.
X
The daily banner. (Cambridge, Md.) 1897-2008, 1922-03-28
OBSERVATIONS.

The flappers won't wear unbuckled
overshoes all summer, but they may
decide to go around with their shoes
uulaced.
The daily banner. (Cambridge, Md.) 1897-2008, 1922-03-28

While the bridegroom is not much
of factor at a wedding, it is a mis-
take to try to conduct one without
him.
The daily banner. (Cambridge, Md.) 1897-2008, 1922-03-28

After we have celebrated all kinds
of weeks and days it might -br
good idea to have a work w
The daily banner. (Cambridge, Md.) 1897-2008, 1922-03-28

some sarg men in the mn rn'f fGeT are
, ,o4 lls3,t a. Never in our life have
not ~ met up with one or anybody who
looks like one.
The daily banner. (Cambridge, Md.) 1897-2008, 1922-03-28

.Lt 1T IIIV Idkt
The suckers WI can't understand
stock propocSr get ahead
why they =
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-20
The: Match-Maker Wins

bined would produce results.''
 What do do?" asked Jimmy.
 Suggest to MT. Browne. I will to Sara, and I'll manage the propin- Quity," planned Peggy. thoughtfully.
 "MarvellousI But I seldom see Browne"
 "W-e-l-l," pondered she. "You might drop in at the drug store. to walk home with me once a week, and talk to MT. Browne while you waited"
 50 I might" observed the young man brightly. "On1y once a week? Oh, all right Come on down to the movies"
 Not tonight. can't waste too much time on the neighbors' sons. They're so brotherly. One likes more heart interest. Besides, mother needs me"
 She whisked into the house. leaving the young man to ponder the situa- tion.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-20
By Claire Wesson


Was it the one he had seen her throw there? He spread it out, while Guess watched anxiously.
 Gee! It's from Unc1e!" he yelled. ''He said he had a girl Now, Guess. keep still-and I'll read it to you"
 "'Dearest Shirley-I will see you soon. I will have a big surprise for you, want to introduce you to a dear little lady-a great companion to me She'll probably see you before I get there. as she's coming first. Whats her name? Just Guess. dear. With love. Rodney"
 "Oh, my-I'm getting dizzy-those KS mean kisses, Guess. See?"
 Earl struck Guess with the paper. then threw it in the basket. and placed the room in order again. When he finally turned to leave the room, Guess was nowhere to be found.
 "We1l, I'll go home and see Uncle Rodney now, and ask him if he's met our schoolteacher. Why couldn't he have let me know about this?"
 Down the pathwey he met Uncle Rodney. who looked rather anxious.
 Have you seen Miss Mason. Earl?"
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-20

think she had a message for me. Uncle says-says-"
 "well?"
 That she comes for her master like that-only when she-really-knows something 'sAhap-he opened"
 "But we must let this pass, Earl, and obey the rules. If something's hap pened you'1l find it out after school. Come. everybody settle down to work James, what is a verb?"
 Long after school hours were over that afternoon, Earl stro1led past the schoolhouse.
 Whats the matter?' he thought "The doors openi"
 He went in. Guess following. Every thing was in readiness for the nor rows work.
 ''We1l. Guess, she's gone and left the door unlocked. Guess we'd bet ter go. eh, Guess? I'm glad Uncle's come home. Why. Guess!"
 The dog had tipped over the waste basket in her frolic. Out tumbled the rump1ed papers. One paper in particu- lar caught Earls eye. It was letter.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-20

"No, not since school closed"
 "Sxunny''
 q don't think so."
 Rodney stared at Earl Earl stared at Rodney.
 "It's not so funny when it's all guess work" explained Earl.
 What are you talking about now. you little runt? Sometimes I think you're wrong in your upper story. You get such queer ideas into your head. and you talk as if you-well- knew as much as Methuselah"
 Well, I'll go and help find her. Isn't she home?"
 "No."
 Nothing more was said until they reached the schoo1house. All was as Earl had left it few minutes before. But where was Miss Mason? Earl was anxious now. It was getting late. Suddenly Guess came into the room, whining. She ran first to Rodney. then to Earl, and then to the door. several times over.
 "we'll follow Guess" commanded Rodney.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-20
HORT STORIES o-OF LOVE AND ADVENTOt2E3~O ID

Miss Mason" began Earl, feeling rather uncomfortable. this Is my new dog Uncle is coming home soon and he sent me her. Isn't she a beauty?'
 Shirley said nothing for a moment Then
 "She is very pretty. What's her name
 Just Guess" replied Earl, smiling winningly and carefully readjusting his glasses to assure himself whether Miss Mason was really interested.
 "Oh-is it Rover? Trixie?"
 "Why, just Guess"
 Dear child, I never can"
 Earl began to laugh. Just Guess.
 "Then it's-1et me see-Caesar. or maybe Jack"
 "Oh, no, just Guess"
 well. give in, then"
 Puzzled, yet greatly amused, Earl went out Guess following, giving no clue to Shirley as to what her name was. Surely something was the trou- ble with Miss Mason, Earl thought. Probably over a man, at that.
 Say, Guess. you'll help me, won't
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-20

cashier in Seattle some months be- fore. making a clean getaway. He had been traced as far as Chicago. and it was believed he had bought ticket to this particular city. He had been a mechanic, until breaking into the bandit profession, and it was apparent that he was attempting to cover his tracks and hide his identity by living at high-class hotels. dressing like a nabob. and posing as a touring mil lionaire Detectives had traced him from Seattle to Chicago where he had lived at the Greystone for a couple Of weeks. and then he suddenly disap- peared and it was believed that he was making his way east
 Maybe he's here at the Continent aL" Hathaway meditated, shrugging his shoulders, "but I should worry-I don't draw any salary from Pinkerton or Burns"
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-20

promised Peg, joyously.
 What neither could know was that MT. Browne, though he was as deeply in love as middle-aged druggist might be. felt quite hopeless. Because of an injury he walked with limp which his sensitiveness still further exaggerated until he believed himself repulsive to the feminine eye. Neither could they know that Miss Henderson had missed no single item of MT. Browne's excellence. She was not one to wear her heart upon her sleeve.
 Dame Fortune sometimes favors the wicked. Peg in this case represented the wicked and the aforesaid dame brought opportunity to her door. Com ing around the corner of the house she picked up a match. Miss Henderson sat on the back piazza, marking pa pers Peggy noted that the metal rub bish container was empty of all save a scrap of cloth and a pair of old shoes.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-20

Jim, that was fne-so direct" said Peggy, admiringly.
 Any reward?" asked Jimmy.
 "Chaf1ng dish supper after the movies. Just we two," offered Peg.
 You're on," declared the neighbor's son. "Creamed crabmeat listens, good to me-"
 Peggy conducted her campaign skill fully. She missed no opportunity to acquaint Miss Henderson with MT. Browne's excellence. She sang Miss Henderson's praises to MT. Browne. She arranged many an accidental tete- a-tete. To Jimmy's teasing she merely replied:
 "The charm works gradually. haven't lost hope yet"
 Its your turn to do desperate deed. I've done mine. Something in the nature of a shock. I will reward you with an evening at the theater in town" said he.
 "I'll do something doubly desperate"
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-20

fngs. all of which, it seemed, he had inherited. Suddenly he made a move new to his usual method of playing the game. Gle had just hit a tender shin against hard table leg.)
 I'm going out" he stated emphat- ically, and leaving the dining room went in search of his hat
 Martha, in her amazement, could only gaze after him with staring eyes, her mouth half opened on the begin ming of a word. Henry going out! Why, they hadn't even got to the part about his brother who was put in jail for having something or other in his cell lar. CMartha never was sure what, but she thought it had something to do with raisins. The idea of keeping raisins in the cellarD Before she could recover from her surprise the front door of their fiat slammed and she heard Henry go stamping down the porch steps. It took her five min utes to recover her sense of balance. Then she became worried. How
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-20

-OHN HATHAWAY. salesman TOT
 the Richey Supply Co.,, sat QO ensconsed in fine upholstered rocker in his room in the ContinentaI Hotel. He had just come to the city from Toledo, and was resting bit aft CT having taken bath and shaved, and before going down to dinner. .sMighty fine hotel," he ruminateo' looking about him, observing the me mahog gany bedstead, dresser and writ ing desk; these modern hotels are sure as swell and complete as trans atlantic steamship
 Then his eyes observed a newspaper on the dresser. Picking it up he mo- ticed it was stamped. with the com nliments of the Continental Hotel" @some morning, valentfne!" he re- marked aloud. as he lit a cigar and started in to scan tho news.
 His eyes fell upon this headline:
 "Gentleman Bandit From Seattle
 Believed to be Stopping at Local
 Hotel"
 Hathaway didn't stop with the head line. He read the whole story. It told about "Victor Vierick." alias Frank Ewombly." wao held up a bank
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-20

MT. Browne's mouth opened. and without his own volition, uttered these astonishing words:
 I've great mind to ask you to marry me-"
 every we'll" said Sara. coolly. "Why don't you?"
 Behold how great a matter little fire kindleth'," quoted Peggy to Jim- my, who had just reached the corner Time to fade away, Jim. The charm is working"
 Her cheeks were pink, her eyes dancing. The charm touched Jimmy, too.
 Peg" he stammered. I've been as slow as Browne. but I thought you understood. I've always loved you"
 Jim, are you going to propose?" asked Peggy. The seriousness in her eyes belied the fippancy of the words.
 "Yes. I am." he answered stoutly.
 Then let's go down by the river. I'd rather receive a proposal by the river than by rubbish bin"
 You look as satisfied as the cat that stole the cream" he told her, with sudden relapse to the manners of the neighbours son. What have you been doing?"
 Merely proving a theory-twice. answered Peg. demurely.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-20
By Joella Johnson

"Where've you been?" he roared. "Why, Henry. are you home so soon? I've been sitting out on the back steps with Jessie Brown persuading her not to leave her husband before she gave him one more chance. Did you hear about Joe Aliens wife?"
 Henry with a sheepish look in which mingled tenderness, relief and en- barrassment began to side towards bis wife. Suddenly her alert eyes took in the disorderly condition of the room.
 Henry! What on earth have you been doing? Just look at this room! and right after cleaned it this very day. Haven't you any sense? You in- herit it from your father. though. He always did keep your home in the messiest condition I ever sawi"
 Henry strengthened. He glared angrily at her.
 What am I doing?" he shouted. I'm looking for that magazine I left here last night. What the dickens did you
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-20
Just Guess

you? We've got to help out Miss Ma son. Oh, love her. Don't your"
 For answer Guess licked her play mates hand
 That afternoon, during a recitation. Guess poked her pretty head through the door, which had been left ajar. Although she came In quietly. atten- ton was quickly drawn from the les son. Miss Mason's usually calm, sweet manner suddenly left her Her work and worries had tired her until she found herself void of self-control.
 Earl! Why do you have that dog running about here? It's just nuis- ance-disturbs the whole days work. I can't have itl"
 Earl never spoke a word. The old clock tick-tocked sonorously. No one dared to move.
 "Shooi Go home!"
 Shirley closed the door with a bang and a much surprised Guess walked away, feeling hurt, yes; but no more bewildered and hurt than his young master.
 Miss Mason" sobbed Earl. "You'n regret that-you'1l see. For-for-I
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-20

Hathaway was interested. He thought hard for a minute. then sprang to his feet and rushed to the telephone. Examining the telephone directory he soon found the Dixon Hotel number.
 "Give me Drexel 439s." he asked
 ~Is this Hotel Dixon7"
 ~Yes."
 Kindly connect me with room 2s4."
 A feminine voice answered 'Who is it?''
 Hathaway hesitated, did an incred- fble amount of thinking in half min ute's time. and then determined to try wild ruse
 "Why-er-" he replied. ~this is Fayette- Is Victor thereT
 "Yes-yesl" the woman replied fn nervous tones. "Of course he's herei He's been here since yesterday even ing. Where on earth are you? Why don't you show up? Victor is dread
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-20
A Mans Chiya1rv

strangely Henry acted. Perhaps she ought to take him to a doctor. If only Arthur or Lucy were here. They usually could do something with their father.
 Meanwhile, wrathfully indignant, Henry joined "the crowd" in the cor ner poolroom just in time to hear someone's statement-"and so she up and left him, after tonight's scrap"
 "What?" demanded Henry in loud voice.
 "Oh, hullo, Henry! You playing to- night?''
 What were you saying when came in?" Henry's voice was hoarse, his face was flushed and he utterly disre- garded his friends greeting.
 q was just telling them that Joe Aliens wife left him tonight They had another fight and she wouldn't stand for it." answered the speaker in some surprise.
 Henry felt relieved though he didn't know why.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-20
By Albert Fiske

fully anxious to see you. You know he's got whole lot of kale that be- longs to us. Now, Fayette, come"
 That's all right, my dear." Hatha- way interrupted, I'll be there inside of an hour. i've been delayed, that's all" And he hung up the receiver.
 To say that Hathaway was excited would be to state the case mildly. He was wild-it was his first taste of the detective's joy and satisfaction of run ming down a clue and mailing his man.
 Putting on his coat and hat. Hatha- way rushed out of his room and to the elevator. Inside Of 20 minutes he was closeted in the private office of the chief of police. He showed the chief the telegram, and related his in- terview over the telephone.
 We've got himi" suddenly ex- claimed the chief, and he pushed a button on his desk. We've got himi
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-20

News travels so fast nowadays" he remarked irrelevantly. He listened to the recounting of the affair, and then turned to the pool table where two of his friends aim1essly knocking the billiard balls back and forth. Too bad. Of course, about Joe-but-
 A boy. one of the players sons. rushed in
 Say" he panted, "Joe Aliens wife ran off with another mani She didn't go alone! And Joe says he isn't the only one on the street that's going to lose his wife. He says there's others who may find themselves in the same box"
 Henry felt a sudden prickling sen- sation. He decided he'd better go home. Martha wasn't feeling we'll, you know, and he didn't like to keep her up late. She always waited up for him. Just a woman's notion, of course, but. He struggled into his coat and slipped out of the door while the others were beginning an excited
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-20

Well, by George! Wasting time on the neighbors' sons.' Heart interest too. And she expects me to help with her old matrimonial agency"
 He spent a lonely evening at the pictures, where he did more thinking than looking at the screen As a re- suit, he came to the piazza rendezvous few minutes early that next night
 "I did desperate deed today. Peg. all for love O you" he began. with an embarrassed grin.
 Peggy stopped the hammock in mid swing.
 '"TelI it, Jim It must be worth your best efforts"
 Asked Browne what he thought about matrimony. He gave me a sort of sidewise look and I said. There's Miss Henderson" He said perhaps we'd better not discuss that ! didn't dispute him. Nerviest thing ever did. It made the beads stand on my erst- while marble brow"
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-20
By Monte Darrell

"The fire can't possibly do any harm. and little propinquity may do great deal of good," argued the wicked one.
 She scratched the match and dropped it in.
 "Oh, Sara," she called. This rub bish is smoldering. I'm going to call MT. Browne"
 Miss henderson had taken a hasty look at the rubbish container, drawn a pail of water at the outside tap. and, just as MT. Browne rounded the cor ner. launched it with all her might at the big box.
 MT. Browne was in time to receive a large share of it. The rest ouenched the feeble blaze.
 Miss Henderson still holding the pail. faced MT. Browne, his clothes dripping water.
 MT. Browne" she gasped. What will you say to me and what can I say to you?"
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-20

do with it Why in thunder don't you leave my things alone? You and your internal cleaning drive me crazy. There was story in that book about a man who was asked by the police to leave the state he lived in. His daugh- ter was so fond of him she told all his friends that it was his health that took him North. Poor dad couldn't stand the warm Southern air because of his hay fever. It got too hot for him at times! I was specially saving that story to read to you. I thought you might appreciate it better than me. because you had the same experience with your father several years ago. You see, my father always stayed or went where he pleased!"
 Martha bristled.
 "Ill have you understand" she be- gan, def1antly. that my father went West because of poor health. And if I had a brother who was put in jail. or an uncle who"
 Henry sighed. Men always did have fool notions of chivalry about women. he thought.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-20

That man Victor is a bank robber from Seattle-that woman at the Dix on Hotel Is the wife of 'Fayette' who was an accomplice of his in his last hold up. They fled the country to this city, and awaited his arrival here later. We arrested tFayette' last night at a pool hall because o: certain sus- picious remarks of his which were overheard by one of our plain clothes men, Bue. he refused to talk. and we were about to let him go."
 Just then a big burly fellow entered the room. who was a detective. In an- other minute he. with Hathaway and two other officers were on their way to the Dixon Hotel. There they found their man. Victor was surprised and captured. He was taken, with the woman, to the police station There they were confronted with "Fayette," and all three confessed
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-20
An,Accidental Detective

After scanning the news, even to the ads, Hathaway went over to the little mahogany desk and started in to write letter to his firm He had hardly begun the epistle when he noticed one corner of yellow slip of paper peer ing out at him from under a large blotter. It was a telegram. Hatha- way was always interested in tele- grams. He read:
 John Deering:
 victor call room 284 Hotel Dixon at once. Important
 "FAYETTE."
 Hathaway read and re-read. ~vic- tor" he thought, "Victor, why that's the swell bank robberI Somebody's wired him here, under the name of John Deering. another alias. but he uses the name Victor in the message for some special reason known only to the sender and Oeerins."
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-20

Hathaway observed the proceedings with interest and amusement "My friend" said the chief, you have done mighty clever piece of detec- tive work. How much do we owe you?"
 Hathaway blushed like a school girl. rubbed the sweat from off his bald head, and tried to smile.
 "I don't know, chief" he finally managed to reply. "I don't know nothing guess-unless-a good cigar!"
 The chief handed him a big clear havana. and the accidental detective shook hands. lit up, and started for the Continental Hotel to enjoy a much belated dinner.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-20

Out to the woodshed by the school house they went The great door was locked They heard a cry inside Guess parked. Earl and Rodney seized the lock and opened the door. Seated on the floor was a very angry. fearful dishevelled young lady.
 "Mr Porter,"
 Miss Mason-Shirley!"
 Don't call me Shirley! What are you here for? And after writing sucn a letter." cried she. Just guess what her name is. What do you suppose care-'dear little Iady'-my. but this is very serions?" she ended with fine sar- casm
 Rodney stood amazed for an fn- stant: then he broke into a great laugh.
 Well. wellt So that's it. Is it? For give me. Shirley. I'm sorry you mis- understood
 He turned. grasped Guess by her collar. and safd:
 "This is the little lady I meant. Now. I told you her name in my letter. She's anxious to know you. you see. I knew you liked a great shepherd like her. so I sent her up to be a companion for you and for Earl. She now belongs to Earl And I am Earls uncle"
 "Oh, dear. Now I see-everything- Guess is her name I didn't under stand it that way" And Shirley burst into tears