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24 Iowa Towns ^ on County Lines Two Municipalities Are Dis tributed in Three Coun ties Each. By A*»ocluted Pr«®. lies Moines, la., Jan. 4.—Twenty four of Iowa's towns and cities con tain within their limits a part of more than one county. Two of these £4 towns are distributed over parts of three counties, while the other 22 aro so located on county lines that a resident on one aide of the street votes for the officers In one county while his neighbor votes for officers of another county, even though both may reside in the same municipal ward. Th® town of Sheldahl, with only 175 Inhabitants In 1920, occupied parts of Boone, Polk and Story coun ties. Twenty-three of the town's residents lived in Boone county, 64 In • Story county and SS In Polk county. The town has stretched into Boone county within the last 20 years, for it was reported In the cen sus of 1900 as being located wholly In Polk and Story counties. The other three-county town Is Coppock, whose 104 residents make their residence in Henry, Jefferson and Washington counties- Henry county contains most of the inhabi tants—75—while Washington county claimed 17 of them in 1920 and Jeffer son county collects taxes from only a (ftzen. Three counties of the state each have part of three two-county towns. ^Adair and Guthrie counties contain ree towns which run across the line between the two—Casey, Stuart and the town of Adair. Dubuque county includes a part of Zwingle. Cascade and Dyersville. which extend respectively Into Jackson county on the east, Jones county on the south and Delaware county on the west. Mahaska,’ Poweshiek, Kranklin. Ilinggold, Delaware and Humholdt counties each contain two towns which extend into adjoining counties and 29 othei* Iowa counties contain a part of one tpwn which runs over the county line. New 9York - Day by Day — By o. o. McIntyre. New Y'ork, Jan. 4.—Thoughts while rolling around New Y’ork: A syna gogue. Solrnen hymns. The congre gation hatted and standing. The old furniture shop where Duncan Fyfe made directoire sofas and lyre-hack chairs. The Fulton Street market. And St. Paul with . moss covered tombs. Vesey street. And the building of the cultured Evening Post. Where editors wear frock coats. The only old fashioned hardware store I ever saw in the metropolis. Cutting winds sweeping about the Woolworth tower Rank messengers flanked by armed guards. Double-decked street cars. But no ^ one rides upstairs. An old hag H heckled by newsboys. And a police-, Ktian only smiles. The old postoffice. Mountainous piles of mail sacks. Rumbling trucks. I asked that street cleaner a question and he can't speak English. So this is America. The old Brewery flats of Chatham square. Poverty stricken rooms. Dull, ochre, faces. Children who cling to door-steps. Stunted Chinese with flapping sandals. Tiny dark shops. Twisting Pell, Mott and Doyei’s streets. Hanging banners. Drab Cooper Union. The front of knowledge for the poor. The little square packed with students. Always the little breathing spots In the whirl of New York. Trees. And, above, the blue of a Naples sky. Third avenue's push cart venders. t>ld, bearded and bent. Wonder whatever became of Pola's marriage. Two storied houses with gambrel roofs. Wish somebody would ir.vite me to a home-cooked dlnyier. And let me nap in front of an open fire afterward. There’s the old stand of Scotchy Lavelle, the famous bar room "bouncer.” He hit ’em first and explained later. Greek coffee houses—whore politics are discussed until dawn. Tradition has it that Venizelos was untrussed here. Pie counters where accordions furnish the music. Sailors. Gang sters. And thimble riggers. Now for the subway uptown. He Is a theatrical producer with a sharp tongue. A heavy blonde was trying her voice out for him. She soured a few high notes and from Sthe darkened house he yelled: ^►"With that voice, all you need is a wagon and a mess of fish and you can make a living." Old liquor bottles are In demand by collectors. Borne discarded ones that came from Moquin's cellars brought as high as $150. A bachelor on Forty seventh street has a room devoted to his display. He Is said to have spent $10,000 outfitting it. He calls It "The Haven of Lost Spirits." Broadway has no more high rollers of the type that flourished In the days when chorus girls found $1,000 bills under their plates at private ban quets. There is not a man the length of the Dazzling Ouleh who is known as a spender. The spenders have grown cagey. As one sophisticate says: "We give them bootleg liquor and throw 'em out.” One of the scan dal sheets tells of a party at the home of a h'gli roller on Riverside Drive attended by a group of merry first row coryphees. After much liquor there was a high-kicking contest and afterward each was given an envelope which contained a $5 bill. The girls went home, pooled the money und re turned It w th a not# reading: "Take this and buy yourself some marbles and a skipping- rope.” Last Christ mas three cars stood at stage doors us symbols of first row devotion. And one star was tossed a bouquet of roses which contained a deed to a fur nlslied homo. This was the only rip ple of the old-time spending that has lieen chronicled along the street for five years. But the donors were wealthy South Americans—and not of Broadway. Mrs. Fannie Collins Dies, Mrs. Fannie F. Collins, Oil, dbd Thursday night at her home, 124 Fourth street, Council Bluffs, after a month's Illness. Bhn had been a resi dent of Council Bluffs for 52 years. She is survived by a son, Karl, EDDIE’S FRIENDS Tlie First New 1'ear's Resolution Is Broken II . .— ’ ’■ ■ ■ " - ■’ -■■■> ' '■ x V\x> KiOT SUJBAR^|| OFF TAB. <aAWB OM W a MBW ABAC'S - Woo swoe.E ^ OEF POfE ME-’ I DOM'T J ^ see uuww woo ob3eot# c TO MV WAVIM6 A UTTLE ^ ( EAiJOVMEMT - X CAME \oot awe ad l^st WeAcy . yjT '-VoO <GOiMG« *‘ ~~~ ^ TO STARTT TAAT MA^G'MC-f 'a ovtXL A PoK&R TAB E 'I ALL MfGMT AGlAiM? ' v^o0 t>\T>KVT CO^E OUT A^BAO LAST ^EAB -'-fOo l_OVT C7l/&<2 A MONSTvIsi \ PEMT TO Tv-lO'GE- ^ "' ■ --BUMS—- :Vl B yiiOfcU.,'Svte-BI r6i OT ^ n yuAfcM AE- uJorlJ kA^VwJA^^^ _ gj / alHEKKa © 1924 by Int l Ffat#rc Sc/-^ STELLA DALLAS By Olive Higgins Prouly. SYNOPSIS. Itffprtpd by her bust,and, Stephen Oilllu*. hecntlHe of her frivolity and flirta tion*, Stella Dallas, with her daughter Mure). 13, lives in the “cheapest room” of u faslilouaiile hotel in Milhainptnn, Mass. Iat ureI goes on a visit Ip her father in New York and lie leaves her at the home of Sir*. Morrison, a friend, while tie is away on a trip to Chleago. After see ing tier daughter aboard the truin in Boston Stella goes to a eafe, where she meets ns iitd admirer, Alfred Milan, with whom sTie attends a musical farce, and she continues receiving his attentions while laiurel is away. This gives to gossip in consequence of which she is ostracised by acquaintances and notified to vacate her aimrtmcnt, fin the day before laurel's return Stella Receives a letter from a law ter informing her that Stephen wants a divorce. (Continued Mom Yesterday.) “Who's Con?” “Con is her oldest son." “Oh, son! Married is she?" “She used to be. Her husband is dead now.” “Oh, dead, is he? That’s conven ient," murmured Stella. “Oh. no, it isn't. It isn't a bit con venient. Mr. Morrison left a whole lot of money and horses and houses and things, and Mrs. Morrison has to look out for them all alone. She says she wouldn't know what to do without father to help her and advise her.” “Oh, I see, I see.” Stella Yvas still polishing, still keeping her voice light and inconsequential with the help of the steadying orange-stick. "A whole lot of money and horses, has she? And what house did you visit her at?" “I visited her at her house on Long Island. Oh, mother, it’s wonderful! it lias a beautiful lawn and garden all around it, and on the first floor out of all the rooms there are long windows, like doors, which are al ways kept open, so you can walk out onto the grass any time, just as easily as walking out from under neath a tree. UpstairB in the house there are the loveliest bedrooms and little tiled bathrooms hidden away like jewels on the inside of a watch. And all the bedrooms Btand open ull day. Noliody ever thinks of locking the bedroom door. And in the pantry off the (lining room there's a big tin box with rows of thin cookies on each shelf. You can tajee one whenever you're hungry. Sometimes you can go into the kitchen and make candy! Oh, mother,” Laurel broke off, “would it cost too awful much for us to have a house ail of our own some where—not a great big expensive one, like Mrs. Morrison's, lint n lit tlo tiny one with a front door that's just oitrs, and a dining room that's just ours, and a warm sleepy-looking kitchen, that’s just ours, where I couid make randy sometimes (Mrs. Morrison and I fnade fudge one rainy day in the kitchen), and a guest room so I could ask the girls to come and stay all night with me sometimes? Mrs. Morrison asked a girl my own age, whoBe mother she knew, to come and stay with me one night. And she came, and when she went she asked me to come and stay all nlgjit with her!” (No girl had ever asked laiurel to stay all night with her be fore.) “But I couldn't because I had to go bock to New York the next day. I hated to go back to New York to Miss Simpson. Mother, next to you I think Mrs. Morrison Is the loveliest lady I'ever saw.” Laurel's voice actually trembled. .Stella removed the orange stlrk from her mouth and laid it down on the table beside the buffer. “There,” she said, “how do • those look?” And nhe held up Laurel's fingers for her to see. She spoks harshly. She had to or the child might discover the tremble in her voice too. Laurel gave the" fingers a hasty glance. “They’re all right.” she re marked. Then dropping her hands on the bath towel, ami gazing out of the window, she added, and a glow stole Into her eyes—Into Iter voice also, "Mrs. Morrison has the most beautiful hands—long mid white and slim like the rest of iter. 1 wish 1 could have hands like hers!" Stella got up and went Into the bathroom. Sho closed the door and locked it. then turned on both fau cets, so that Laurel would think site was busy washing up. She stood staring at herself in iho mirror over the washstand. while tho water gushed into the basin. Laurel had never glowed about a woman before. Stella didn't know what to make of It. it perplexed her. it hurt her it hurt her tuoru than the possibility that Stephen might be glowing ubfiut the same woman. Who was she, anyway—tiibt tall my Hterfous siren, who was bewitching Lollle wit It her, youth and beauty and prosperity. buying the kiddie’s affeco tlon, by bestowing luxuries and at tentions upon her itt h single week which Stella would give her eyeteeth to be able to give Laurel In a life time. Laurel was sensitive to beauty. HteJIa was aware of it—cruelly aware of It, ns site stared at herself In I be mirror before her. She saw all the tiny wrinkles. Sim saw the eonlsc lii os apd the flabbiness. Site saw the unmistakable yellow cast of color II was ns di finite now as that of a white t'blo.i silk waist after half a dozen washings, (iood gracious, how i mild she hope to compete with a woman of' 25? It seemed lately as If noth ing would cover up the defects and blemishes for any length of time of ten within ho Hhuit u period as half an hour after she had left her bed room, glancing into some unexpected mirror, she would discover the hor rible old look sneaking out of hiding. A wave of discouragement swept over Stella. She had never required youth so much as now. She pulled open the door to the washstand with a determined jerk, wash stand with a determined jerk. She produced a largo Jar of cold cream, and began smearing great globs of it over her face. “A cold cream bath, and a good hot steam is wjiat you need,” she announced to her reflection, and with a practiced rotating motion she proceeded to mas sage cheeks, chin, neck, and fore head vigorously, furiously; admonish ing herself the while in the mirror— exhorting, and inciting with fresh courage. This wasn't the time to lie down and submit. What if the world was treating her like a bunch of cruel boys a dog—kicking her from ail sides, all at once? She mustn't put her tail between her legs and yelp and hug the ground. She must stand up and brisUe her back, and snarl, and show her teeth, if necessary. And she would, too! Oh, there was a lot of fight left in her yet. She didn’t know exactly how a dog managed to fight so many boys at once. No sooner did she consider lowering her head to offer resistance to one of her tormentors than an other hit her from behind. Seemed as if. Really, within the last 24 hours it seemed as If everything in the way of sharp-cornered missiles had been thrown in her direction, and struck her somewhere. It was con fusing. It was alarming. But she mustn't show she was confused or alarmed. Lollie mustn't guess. Good Lord, noi Half an hour later Stella emerged from the bathroom, with all her war paint on. Her cheeks were a little rosier than usual, her eyebrows a little more distinctly emphasized, and her lips a little more definitely bowed. Three days later Stella took the early morning train to Boston, “to do a little shopping." she told Laurel, but really to meet Mr. Morley Smith the lawyer who had written to her from New York about the divorce. Mr. Smith had suggested in his letter than he would like a personal inter view with Stella. Stella had replied that she would meet him at the ap pointed hour, at the office of the Bos ton law firm which lie had men tioned. You may l>e sure she had on nil her war paint when slin sallied forth that morning, all her war feathers too. She had selected a costume of wide black and white striped foulard in which to combat this particular ad versary (the stripes wound sleekly around her. Siie resembled a zebra somewhat), and she had made IV self as formidable ns she knew how with alf her loudest finery. A lint with sharp futurist angles, a shadow veil that hung uns< cured and diaphanous to her shoulders; pearl ear rings. filbert size; around her neck a long noisy chain of imitation amber beads- Her shoes were French heeled, and steel buck led. She carried several dangling articles on her left wrist that clat tered every timo she moved her hands. • When she was ushered into the pri vate office placed at Mr, Morley Smith's disposal, he laid to make an effort not to allow himself to betray his amazement. Stephen had not pre pared him for anybody of this sort. The truth is Stephen himself would have been surprised at Stella's ap pearance. In tho days when lie had advised plain dark dresses, and no decorations, she had not used ruu h, lipsticks, nnd eyebrow pencils. She hadn't needed to. Stephen didn't lake Into account that there hud been no one to advise Stella since lie had given up the enterprise, no friend or protector to care what mistakes she eommltted during that critical period when her volatile prettlness begun to evaporate like ether Into air. As Morley Smith drew up a chair and asked Stella to he seated, he looked nt her closely and eatulugued her forthwith. Morley Smith had knewn Stephen Dallas for years. How could any man, who was at tracted h.v tin- gentle, genuine charms of Mrs. Cornelius Morrison (and had been attracted by tie in. too. according to ids story, before lie ever met tills Stella Aim'll' have rnntenipkited matrimony with sueli an absolute an titheHls? What a Quixote Stephen Dallas must have been. 111 pile of his insistence that lie had married Ihe pretty norma! school student of hi* 'own free Will and lit (lie pursuit of ha pi ilness. “I am glad, Mrs Dallas,” Mr. Mor ley Smith begun from ids high place of authority In front of the flat topped desk, gliinelng across to Stella In her low place at the side of ihe desk (three fe* i and mi orno hatr make all the differ'me In the world), that you found il convenient to meet me here today. It is so much more holIwfm lory lo talk u mutter of this kind over quietly together.” ‘■Oil, I hat's all right," said Stella. She wished tier clinlr had a deep scat and in ins so that sin- could lean biblj and assume s position of eomnutnd "U Is my hope," All, biullh v\ /.it I on suavely, "that I may be perform ing a service for both you and Mr. Dallas in arranging this affair with out publicity, to your mutual satis faction. I want you to feel, Mrs. Dallas,” ho smiled, "that I am here not only as Mr. Dallas's friend and attorney, but as your friend and at torney, too.” "I don’t need any attorney,” said Stella. “I agree with you, you do not. This affair should be, and can be set tled without contest—between our selves. That is your husband’s wish, too. He and I have gone Into the de tails of this matter and there lies open to us a line of procedure, which, if pursued, will cause almost no un pleasantness, as far as you are con cerned.” "And what's that?" "Why, you are to bring suit against Mr. Dallas for desertion. He will not contest the grounds of your suit, and the divorce will be granted without disagreeable controversy." "I don't want a divorce," said Stella. "Really?” Mr. Morley Smith raised his eye brows in surprise. "Surely you want your separation of seven years’ standing legalized, do you not, and enjoy the advantages thereof?" "I don’t want a divorce," Stella re peated, "The word has an unpleasant sound for some women, I know.” Sir. Smith smiled. "It shouldn’t. Let roe explain. Perhaps you haven't thought in detail just what the benefits would lie of a settlement of the relations existing between you and Mr. Dallas —Just w*hnt hardships you are in flicting upon yourself, unnecessarily. In allowing them to continue in their present state.” And In the next 10 minutes he laid out before Stella, as attractively as he knew how, all the fine arguments, moral, social, and financial, for her consideration, that he possessed. (f i>nUuut-,l in Tlie Muriiinc lice. Philadelphia, Jan. 4. — Effort* of Bartholomew B. Coyne, a New York lawyer, to obtain the release of Harry K. Thaw, slayer of Stanford White, from the Pennsylvania hospital for mental and nervuua diseases received a setback when Attorney Coyne was refused admission to the lnatltu tion where he had planned to confer with his client. Announcement that any attempt to obtain Thaw's freedom would be opposed also was made by former Judge James O. Gordon, coun sel for Mrs. Mary C. Thaw, mother of tlie patient and "committee for his person," and by Mrs. Thaw herself. VenizeloR in Athena. Athens, Jan. 4—Former Premier VenUeloa, who reached Athens at an early hour today, refused to make a detailed statement, but from his general remarks to Colonel Plastlras. head of the revolutionary committee, and the several officers and news piper men who met him. It Is Inferred that he does not taken, very optimistic view of the Internal politiral situa tion. He said lie would carefully study the situation end that he would endeavor to help his country out of Its present difficulties. A tabla*popr>ful of vinegar In the firHt rlnso water will brighten the colors In silk and ribbons. - AnVIHflinttfBN* A THREE OATS’ GOUGH IS YOUR DANGER SIGNAL Chronic coughs and persistent colds len*d to serious lung trouble. You can stop them now with Creomulslon, an emulsified ereosote th.-^t Is fllcasant to tuke. Creomulslon is a new jntdl cal discovery with twofold action; It soothes and heals the Inflamed mem bran* and kills the germ. Of all known drugs, creosote Is recognized by the inedli.il fraternity* as the greatest healing agency for the treatment of chronic coughs and colds and other forms of throat and lung troubles. Creonmlsion contains, in addition to creosote, other healing elements which soothe nod heal the Inflamed membranes and stop the Irri tation and inflammation, while the creosote goes on to the stomach. Is absorbed into the blood, attack* the -scat of the trouble anil destroys the germs that lead to consumption. Creomulslon Is guaranteed oitlafae lory In the treatment "f chronla concha and colds, bronchial asthma, c.-llarrhal bronchitis and other forms of throat and lung ilisi ..era, and ts excellent for building up the system after eolds or tho flu. Money n funded If ally CQIIgh or cold, no mat til' of bow long standing, is not la llevrd alter taking 41 curding to ill leilions. Ask your druggist, r'reo mulsloii Co., Atlanta, Ua. Home Kept for World War Vets Laic Struggle Means Continu ance of Soldiers" Home in Iowa. By Associated l'rcss. lies Moines, la., Jan. 4.—The world war has made certain the in definite continuance r.f the Marshall town Soldiers' home, established by the state for the care of civil w’ar vet erans. A few years ago officials of the home had expected that its main tenance was a matter of only a few years because of the decreasing number of veterans for whose care it was first established. There are now five world war veterans at the home, and 3,303 at natiotial lannes for world war veter ans in Iowa. With twice as many men iri the United Stales army dur ing the world war as in the civil war and the Spanish-Amerlean war together, tho home will ultimately lie more than taxed to its present ca pacity to care for them. The reception of world war vet erans at the Marshalltown home on the same basis as veterans of other wars resulted from a measure sup ported by the American Legion and introduced by Representative Gilbert of Marshall county In the thirty ninth general assembly, whlc-h (be came a law in 1931. Burgess Bedtime Stories |!y THORNTON W. Ill Kt.KSK Haste, alas. I» often blind. And falls <o nee tbs ' II behind —Old Mother Nature. Nanny .Meadow Mouse Is Wise Danny Meadow Mouse wan eager to start right off after the stranger who looked so much like a big, over grown Meadow Mouse. Danny was suru that the stranger was a membr. of the Meadow Mouse family, and so a cousin. He wanted to make his acquaintance right away. But Nanny wouldn't budge. •'Danny Meadow Mouse.” said sh' "you have lived long enough to know that it is best to find out about strangers before you make their ac quaintance. That fellow is a lot big ger than either of us. He may be had lentitered. These little paths are his and he may not like having us here. Besides, I don’t think he be longs to the Meadow Mouse family.” "Why don't you?" demanded Danny rather crossly. "He certainly looks like a Meadow Motts*" "Did you look at 111* tall?" Nanny asked. Danny had to confess that he hadn't looked at the strangers tail. "But what difference does that make?” he demanded. "D.d you ever see a Meadow Mouse with a long tail?” inquired Nanny sweetly. "No-o,” replied Danny slowly. i never did. Has that stranger a long Pill?” i Nanny nodded, "yes.” said site, ‘‘he has a long tail. Te limy is* a mem ber of thi) Meadow Mouse family, hut I don't believe it. That tnll of his ia the toil of a Hat, or I don't know anything about tails. It 1» a whole lot like tile tail of Robber the Brown But we used to ta t; uji around Farmer Brown's barn, only It has some hair on it. I believe this fellow Is one of Robber’s cousins, and not one of ours Of course, he must be a relative. Just lie looked like u It if, a small Ita* as Rubber is, but I don't believe he ;r a member of the Mouse branch of the family. If you have any sense at all you'll find out more about him t,Pfnr* trying to mat« his acquaint* aBee.” There waa wi*. V'm in "What Nanny Meadow Mouse had said. Danny had to admit It. He knew that he wouldn’t stand much chance In a fight with that stranger. The only sensible thing to do would be to find out about him. He might l» j." *1 natured. On the other hand, be might be ill na tured and ugly, bkc Robber tbs Drown list. "I suppose you are right, my dear,” Danny confessed regretfully, "After all, these an* his private httlo jiaths and we really have no right here. Listen. I think I hear him coming back!” Once more Danny and Nanny hid In the glass beside the little path. Sure enough, the stranger waa coming back. This time Danny took a good look at that ta.i. b rnehoii when he saw that tail the stranger didn't look so much like a Meadow Mouse. He looked like a Rat. a small Rat. ID« face wan t a pleasant one. Sudden ly Danny waa very glad that Nairny had been so wise and kept him from following that stranger. The next story: "Little K^iber the Cotton Rat " (Copyright. 19231 PrrT*nt J»»f»«**»»*» Tl* To? »nd J*aiat Effect of I-*xtrire BROMO QL'INIM Tablet* w:]J kt»*r. tlm Btutrni in a iualtby conditiou •?»d li»u» *»fd f>ff *)1 .A < '&*. <,ni> vi 3uc Adi.-rr. vjjuiit. Berg’s Choice of House 9 Suits and Overcoats This is a sale that | gives every man and young man an opportunity to get their suits and overcoats at man ufacturers’ cost. Nothing but our regular stock, not merchandise bought for a sale. This means our entire stock. The fall clothing busi ness has been slow on account of the warm weather, and we need money to pay our bills. 22.S0 and 25.00 Values All Garments to 40.00 Shirt Sale * Shirt* from our regular stock, our finest merchandise at prices that will make men of discriminating taste buy quickly. Don't overlook this chance to stock up on fine shirts at low prices. $1.50 quality of regular stock. Now, $2.00 and $2.50 quality, excellent values, Now 3 for *4.50 9J.00 and $1 SO Shirt*, beautiful dr*a* ahirt* and new pat tarn*, now 3 for $7.25 $4 00 and $4 50, fmcat quality m nrwttl pat * torn*. now 3 for $9.50 III; A BIG REDUCTION IN FLANNEL PAJAMAS AND NIGHT SHIRTS A Cold Weather Special at Lowest Prices in the City—All Mer chandise Right From Our Regular Stock $1.50 quality, now.$1.18 quality, now.$1.50 $12.1)0 quality, now.$1.85 $3,00 quulity, now $2.25 ! $3.50 quality, now. $2.06 $•1.00 quality, now.. $3.00 25% RKDUCTION on all Wool and Silk Mudlera. j BERG CLOTHING CO. i n:, IAKNAM si. \ The Strangest S o c i e ty Love Story Ever Screened of a 60-Year Old ,Woman Who Looked 20 Next Sunday A Riot of Laughter— An Explosion of Mirth “HER TEMPORARY HUSBAND” With Sylvia Breamer-Owen Moore, Sidney Chaplin KENNETH HARLAN FLORENCE VIDOR In yfit) A Story Read and Loved by the Whole World. 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