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SYNOPSIS.
" CIIAPTKn I.--Ilk:iard Dorrlnff, returning-
from a winter In tho woods to his
mother' farm home, Is overtaken by his
uncle, accompanied by Ills eccentric wife,
coming to pay a visit at tho farm.
CHAPTER H.-Ajnt Jarusha'ii ques
tions about Emily Fulton, supjioned to be
lllchnrd's sweethonrt, bring out tho fact
that she la to marry a merchant, Ed
ward. CHAPTEIt IU.-DorrlnB'B disappoint
ment stimulate his ambition and un
der tho advice of Beth Kinney, a hermit
of tho woods, ho resolves to fit himself
for collide. KInnoy promises to teach
him Greek.
CHAPTKU IV. Derrlns tells his moth
er his rcsolvo, and In his grandfather's
old lnbriralory bculns the study of Greek.
CHAPTER V.-Beth KInnoy hears Rich
ard's Greek recitation In tho woods while
lie and Tom Bishop ply the cross-cut
aw.
CHAPTER VLDenlng learns that he
can look Indifferently upon tho loss of
Emily. He visits Aunt Jorushn, who vol
unteers to help him through college, mak
InK him a Rift of $100.
CHAPTER VII. The Greek learned In
tho woods carries Richard triumphantly
tlirouch entrance' examinations, wins ap
proval ffom tho profpesor nnd insures his
popularity anions his fellows.
CHAPTER VIII. Four years In college
obliterates the memory of Kinlly. Der
rlng begins his Jouvwtllstlc work In Chl
curo. CHAPTER IX. DerrlnB meets Helen
Gordon In her Rtudlo, where he kocs to
fill an assignment.
CHAPTER X. DcrrlnR's promotion to
art critic on his paper makes him moro
eecuro financially. He makes rapid prog
ress in comradeship with Helen. The dis
covery of nn old love eplsodo In her life
reveals to him that ho loves her.
CHAPTER XI.
He sought hor tho noxt day In the
studio rind found her occupied with a
pupil. Ho had forgotten it was her
day for pupils. Slio would- bo busy
until four o'clock.
"I will come around and walk homo
with you if I may."
"Very well," she assented.
They otood in the doorway, Just out
ef sight of the pupil. He was watch
ing her face anxiously. Ho fancied
that sho looked palo and worn, as if
elm had not slept.
"You aro tired 7" ho questioned In a
low tone.
Sno admitted that she was "a lit
tle." "PcrhapB I would bettor not come
for you to-night."
"No. Come. It will rest mo to
have some one to talk to."
"But If I como, I shall Bpeak," ho in
sisted. Sho Old not ralso her eyes to his as
tie had b.ilf hoped. Sho hesitated for
a monrnt, and then only said, as she
turned Uwnrds tho studio, "I will
wait for you."
Ho left the building, a tumult of Joy
and doubt in his heart. She had given
him permission to speak, but she
seemed to have refused his demand
before it was made, He dared not
bopo. Ho hoped in spite of fear.
As tho day wore on tho fear sub
sided and tho Joy of love took pos
session of him. That, at least, she'
could not take away, no matter what
she might refuse.
Ho found her alone, at work in the
gray afternoon light.
"I am improving tho last minutes,"
she said, looking up as ho entered and
speaking lightly, as it cngcr to put
tholr meeting on a commonplaco foot
ing. He did not answer, but seated him
self on the long couch opposite hor.
Ho watched her as she sketched in
the outline of n still-life study. She
was sitting as usual, with the light
falling full upon her. Yes, he had been
right. Her face was pale.
"What is it?"' he asked abruptly, at
last, in a low tone.
"1 nm afraid of it," sho answero'd
quietly.
"Why?"
"Because thing3 will never be the
same again."
"I hopo not," he responded quickly.
"I want them to be. I don't want
them to change," sho replied a
quickly.
Then they shall not I won't say
anything more."
A silence fell on the studio. The
shadows in tho corners grew darker
and lengthened softly toward the cen
ter or tho room. Tho light suited the
room, Derrlng thought, as ho Bat wait
ing for her to speak. The harmonious
tones aud subdued colors seemed to
gather and center in the quiet figure
under the skylight It was always so.
She would always gather the light and
life in everything and transmute it to
something softened and human.
She was trying the colors on the
dgo of her block, making ready tn
wash In the sketch. She spoke slow
ly, without looking up. "But you know
that I love you?"
Derrlng started suddenly. "No, J
didn't know you hadn't told me "
Their eyes met and they broke into
a laugh.
"You will marry mo?" he said
bluntly. 4
'No."
"Why not?"
Sho had become absorbed in tho
edge of- her sketch and was draw
ing futllo, Ineffective) lines.
"Why not?" ho repeated.
"It's so solflsh" after a pause.
"Selfish?" blankly.
"Yes, two poople fall In love and
they forgot everything else and mar
ry. They seem to think that love Jus
tifies everything."
"It does."
"But thoro nro other claims."
Ho was looking at hor intently.
"Grace must bo sent to school and
tho boys aro hardly nblo to take enre
of themselves; and there is mother.
They all depend on mo. Don't you
see thnt It would be selfish?" Sho was
leaning forward and looking nt htm,
imporsonnlly, with tho old nlr of com
radeship. "Bnt I would help."
"I know. But you have no right to
marry yot Thoro would bo children,
and tho children of Bohemia are not
always so happy as tholr parents. It
Is not fair that two people should bo
happy at tho oxpense of so much.
Probably marrlngo was meant to be
right', but It Is all wrong as things
are now."
Spoken vlth quiet conviction, rap
idly. Whatever sho decided must bo
right. But ono phrase stirred his
pulses.
"That two people should bo happy,"
ho repeated. "You think "
"I think that most marriages nro
mistakes," she replied, taking up her
brush again and sketching rapidly.
"Poople nre madly In love. They mar
ry. And then apparently tho lovo
dies. I should dio myself," sho said
quickly. "I could not bear that"
He had risen and was standing, one
hand raised and resting on the easel,
looking down at her.
She lifted her faco to his, smiling at
him a little wistfully. "I had not
hoped that you would understand. I
thought there would be an explana
tion nnd partingtK
"Not that never!"
"But there nre no promises," she
said quickly. "No," holding up her
hand as he would have Interrupted
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"But If We Were Bound by Marriage"
She Broke Off, Looking Straight
Before Her.
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' You may outgrow mo. You must not
be bound oven by a promise. If we
are made for each other, we shall find
It out, as tlmo goes on, without them;
nnd If we are not. we shall only drift
farther apart nnd there will bo no
pain for what never really existed.
But if wo were bound by marriage "
She broke off, looking straight before
hor.
"You have loved before." He was
looking down at her. "You would not
reason so clearly "
"I thought once that I loved." Her
oyes were on her work
Tho question sprang to his lips,
"And ho Is dead"
"Thank God yes."
He stared at hor blankly,
"I should not have found out In
tlmo. We Bhould have been miser
able I thought I loved him. I mourn
ed a long time. But lately I have
known " Her head bent lower over
her work.
His face deepened. He started to
wards her. "Ah, you have learned "
"I have learned that I dare not trust
myself," she said. She began to gath
er up her materials and put them
away.
Presently she stood beside him. She
bad put on the long gray cloak. "I
am going now," she said.
He looked about for his hat and
found it still in his hand. Ho held it
out with a whimsical gesture. "I have
been eminently proper," he said.
With a laugh of the old comrade
ship she "held out her hand and be
covered Uwlth his own.
"It is a compact?" ho said.
'That there aro no proinlccs," she
CHAPTER XU.
But If thoro wore no promises, thero
was much happiness in tho months
that followed. After the talk In the
studio their llfo assumed n now phaso
something as far romoved from tho
unrest of courtship on tho ono hand,
as from tho commonplaceness of mar
ried llfo on the other.
Derrlng had accepted her decision
as final. There was to bo no marrlago
not oven a promiso of mnrrlago at
come distant day. His love for hor
must begin and end In Itself. One less
capable of love, or ono who had
longed less for love, might have fret
ted at tho anomalous position in which
ho found himself neither aspirant
nor ncccpted lover. But to Derrlng It
seemed that never slnco man was
created had a lovo so unique been
upon tho earth.
Ho was at tho studio dally, some
times sovcral times a day. He fell
Into tho habit of going thero to wrlto
up the articles for whtch he had been
gathering material an art lecture be
low stairs or a first view above. Oft
en ho read these articles to her as she
sat at work. Her criticisms wero
frank and unsparing. Sometimes for
days together, n stranger, overhearing
them as they talked or Jested, would
not have guessed that they were more
than good comrades. Only, now and
then, a word, half-breathed, as he sat
watching her move about tho studio,
would speak volumes and brldgo over
hours of commonplace. Thon again
there would bo days Avhen thoy would
talk of their lov.o ns of any accepted
fact of common Interest
Perhaps nowhere but In the art
world could such a friendship have ox
Isted without dnnger of misunder
standing. At tho boarding house they
had instinctively remained moro tabic
acquaintances. But among tho artists
they camo and went with Platonlo
freedom. No ono criticised. No ono
watched with malicious oyes. Horo,
as wherover artists meet, life was too
busy for petty spying. Or is It, after
all, not indlfforenco or preoccupation,
but tho inherent purity of an appar
ently careless life, that makes artists
slow to think evil of ench other? In
any enso, these two were safe among
them from fear of misunderstanding;
and Derring was In tho studio when
over his work, or leisure, gavo him op
portunity. "I always knew you must bo some
where," ho said ono day. He had
finished writing and sat leaning back,
his hands clasped behind his head. It
had been half an hour since ho fin
ished work and no word had broken
the silence till ho spoko.
"I never dared believe I should And
you, though," he continued.
Sho was turning her head to one
side and leaning back, with half-closed
eyes', to get a view of tho last wash.
"Yes, you wero a good whilo finding
it out." She gavo critical touches
here and thero with the extended
brush.
He started suddenly forward to an
upright position. "What do you
mean? Did you know or care?"
"That is another strange thing,"
she said, smiling a little to him, "tho
woman always knows first. But sho
must wait patiently until tho man's
lumbering Intelligence finds it out."
"But I never dreamed," ho persisted,
coming back to the concrete case.
"You scorned so Indifferent "
"Of course. It wouldn't have been
modest not to. And, besides, I did
not want you to find out. I didn't
eupposo any man could be generous
enough to understand how a woman
might feel."
"It isn't that wo don't understand.
Any ono can soo how unfair marrlago
Is to a woman that it compels her to
glvo up everything and offers her
nothing. Wo seo It plainly enough.
But what can wo do? Wo love you",
and most of us see no way out of it
but marriage."
"Now it is you who are hard," sho
returned. "The fault cannot all He
on one aide. Marriage, in itself, is no
harder for a woman to-day, I suppose,
than it has always been. Tho differ
ence is that so many other ways of
happiness are open to her; and when
she finds her marrlago a failure, sho
does not try to mako tho best of it.
j without protest, as the oply thing
open to her. Sho is moro restive un-
I der her own mistake than when fate
1 left her no choice. So everything
gets Into a nice tangle and they don't
live happy forever afterwards," sho
finished laughingly.
Gradually ho camo to understand
that her determination not to marry
him was influenced by something
stronger than a mero personal shrink
ing from a falso marriage. She would
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a selfish happiness at the expense of
her mother and thoso that depended
on her; but moro than that, and deep
er, sho would not by a rash promise
add one more to the marriages that
end In vain regret or divorce.
Gradually, too, he came to under
stand moro fully what she had meant
by saying that If they wero mado for
each other they would find It out with
out promises, and If not, it were a
thousand tlir.c3 b't.wt they Bhould
drift apart. And a3 hu came to under
stand, an element of reverence min
gled with his love for her, deepening
and intensifying it
Ho himself would not have ques
tioned. He would gladly have mar
ried. To him it would not have been
a test, but a consummation. But that
they were not to marry did not trou
ble him. Why should ho ask more of
a love that was proving the fulfillment
of all the longing of his boyhood and
youth? It was transforming him
mind, body and soul. His frame,
which had been tall, spare, and loosely
built, began to fill and settle Into
strength! his step became firm and
quick; his head took a firmer poise
above the square shoulders; even his
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Often He Read Those Articles to Her
as She Sat at Work.
eyes shared In the metamorphosis
they lost their dreamy, pleading look
and became alert, laughing, and full
6f happiness and a strange power that
seemed no longer to ask, but to com
mand help and sympathy from all
who met their glanco.
Something of this change Derring
himself recognized. Ho know that he
was alive, glowing in every fiber; but
he was loss analytic In his happiness
than in his misery; ho did not see
that hla overflowing vitality commun
icated Itself to everyone with whom
he came In contact It was only when
some one spoko of the change that ho
know that it was being marked. He
exulted in his heart that no ono
guessod tho cause.
He was settled down nnd working
with a vigor of which he had not
tlreamod hlmaelf capable. Everything
bont before him. He felt within him
self powor to conquer tho world'
should it stand in his way. Sometimes
he clenched his hands nnd stretched
his armB to their fullest to give outlet
to tho play Impulse that could not ex
haust Itself In work.
In his inner life, too, a change, less
perceptible, but no less real, was tak
ing place. Sight and hearing wero
opened to new beauty. Music had
become to him a medium of soul
speech; and tho sordid city streets,
with their overhanging clouds of
smoke, started to picturesque llfo and
beauty.
A long archway with a slant of sun
shine nt tho farther end an Italian
woman stealing Into the shadow, a
huge bundlo on her back and colored
kerchief about her head would stli
his pulses Hko an old painting. The
unsightly process of building, with its
debris of mortar, bricks, and lath,
gained artistic value as his eyes tool;
In the grouping of tho mon at work
around tho mortar-beds tho soft,
grny-whlto of tho mortar, tho dull red,
blue or orange of tho shirts upon tho
supple or stolid figures of the mon,
with tho play of muscle beneath.
Somotlmes It was a single figure, that
might have stopped from a Ram
brandt canvaB, appearing for a minute
and disappearing in tho shifting
crowd. Always, everywhere, there
was beauty until Derrlng, seeing it
all, longed at times to relieve his
overcharged senses by a loud cry so
wonderful, so overpowering, had the
beauty of tho world become
Undoubtedly much of this quicken
ed Insight was duo to tho thought of
Helen, who was never for a moment
absent from his mind. Whatever
work wns engaging his hand or brain
deep below It all was a consciousness
of her existence, like a second ego,
only a thousand times dearer and
moro inspiring than his own personali
ty. It seemed to glvo him a sixth
sense by which he perceived tho beau
tiful until Helen gavo up In despair
the attempt to transfer to canvas all
that ho brought to her notice.
It becamo a common sight for her
sketching stool to be set up in some
sheltered corner of tho busiest part
of tho city. Derrlng, who had dreaded
tho experiment, saw, with a thrill, that
tho quiet powor of her personality
that so rested and soothed blm was
felt hero. Tho crowd either passed
her by or stopped for a moment to
look with respectful curiosity ns the
work grew under her hand. Sometlmea
a mason filled her water-can or a car
penter paused for a moment In his
work to adjust her umbrella. It was
the Chicago spirit lalsses fairo, and
help when you can. Except for the
dust and rattle of tho street sho was
as unmolested as in her quiet studio.
CHAPTER XIII.
The fall and early winter had been
mild. In January it came on to snow
and to blow; and with the snowing
and blowing the thermometer dropped
many degrees. Old Inhabitants told
each other It was real "Chicago
weather;" and new inhabitants shiv
ered in their sealskins, or, lacking
these, put on extra flannels.
It was during the cold weather that
Derrlng's work took him one after
noon to Lakeviow to look over tho
work of the Amateur Art club. Ab ho
left the house after finishing his task
a dull roar fell on his ear. He started
ind listened eacorly ves. it was tho
i 'ake. In a moment more his coat-col-
'.ar was pulled up about his ears, his
hat settled bore firmly over his eyes,
ind he was on his way to the shore.
Tho lake had a peculiar fascination
for him. He could never resist it, es
pecially when it was roaring and
thundering like this.
A few minutes' walk brought him
In sight of the mounting, threatening,
white-capped breakers. His heart
leaped with exultation. Tho power of
the stora wp.s on him. Ho longed to
run, to leap, tor wrestle with It and
I scream himself hoarse against Its
tumult, it wns like the ocean that
long stretch of lonely shoro as yot
unprotected by the breakwater.
Gradually, as ho looked, bo became
conscious of something homelike and
protected in the midst of the uproar.
A thread of smoko rose from tho chim
ney of a small, rudo house, far down
the shore, almost within reach of tho
threatening waves that ran up tho
sandy beach. All about the houso
boats lay etacked, evidently in winter
quarters; and here nnd thero rem
nants of fishing-tackle showed tho oc
cupation of fair weather. Tho houso
was sheathed in rough red boards and
patched with artistic regularity. It
was a skotch mado to hand a touch
of nature within arm's reach of Chi
cago. Helen was filled with enthusiasm
and scoffed at his suggestion of wait
ing for warmer weather. "Half Its
charm Is in the contrast," sho pro
tested. "Don't you see? winter quar
ters In tho midst of all that tumult.
I shall go up thlB afternoon."
Derrlng consented unwillingly. He
was obliged to go to Hydo Park for
tho day, and It was not till four
o'clock that he was free to seek her
on the North Shoro.
She was seated near tho point from
which ho bad first seen the houso, an
old piece of sail-cloth, fastened be
tween two stakos, sheltering her from
tho wind.
Sho looked up when he approached
as casually as if ho had stood thoro
all the afternoon. "I haven't caught
that wind and it Isn't cold enough
too much blue, Isn't thore?" sho asked,
holding hor head back and surveying
her work critically.
"Really, aren't you blue with too
much cold?" ho rospondod mookly.
"Don't be foolish. I am all right"
He had taken off his overcoat and
was fastening it around her shoulders.
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She Seemed to Him Already Dead
Removed from Cnrosseo.
"Oh, you mustn't do that. You'll
take cold. Well, then, If you will
only you must go into the houso and
get warm. You'll find them highly en
tertaining, besides being good," sho
added. "They made me some hot cof
fee and the man rigged up this sail
cloth to keep off the wind. And
there's a pair of candlesticks in there
I would givo my eyes for. But they're
not for sale. So you're not to raise
my bid."
"I couldn't raise It If It wore only
a glance of your eyes let alono the
eyes themselves."
"I hopo you didn't como all tho way
up hero in tho cold Just to be funny,"
she responded severely. But she did
not vouchsafe him the glance. Sho
was absorbed In washing out the un
satisfactory sky for a second trial.
Derrlng did not go into the house.
Ho walkod rapidly up and down the
beach, watching the angry sky and
the isolated llttlo houso. Ho fancied
that, as the early twilight settled
down, It stood out moro distinctly and
vividly emphasizing its individuality
the work of man against the power
of darkness.
At last he came and looked over her
shoulder.
"Rather better, isn't it?" she asked
complacently without looking up.
"You have caught the very demon
of the storm In those clouds."
It was true. Sho had done what tho
water"-colorlst seldom achieves suc
ceeded in washing out her first at
tempt and replacing it with tho desir
ed effect The thorough wetting of
the paper or a touch of genius had
aided the second attempt, and the
result was a wash clean and fresh in
color and In the clouds what Derrlng
had called the demon of tho storm.
"Come," he said decisively as she
sat putting in the last few touches
llngerlngly. "Come. You must stop.
It Is too dark. You will be frozen."
She began to collect her sketching
materials.
"Leave those for me. Go on to tho
house and get warm. I'll bring your
traps."
She started obedientlv towards thj
house, breathing on her cold fingers
to warm them. But so fierce was the
wind she made slow progress, aud
before she reached the house he was
it her side. He opened the door that
ushered them Into tho low room.
Tho round-faced Dutchwoman who
greeted them looked with kindly eyes
on the young lady. She bustled about
the room and placed an armchair near
the fire. "You stayed out longer this
time," sho said in a deep gjuttural
voice. She gave a quick look of inter
est from Helen to Derrlng.
Helen sank Into the chair with a
grateful smile, "Yes, I stayed out to
fin " She had slipped noiselessly
from the nrmchalr to the floor.
With a quick exclamation Derrlng
dropped to his knees '' s'de her.
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, only the heat," Bald tho Dutch
woman practically. "Give her this.'
She had prepared a draught pf brandy.
Derrlng poured it between tho white
lips, around which a bluo line was
slowly settling.
They watched for tho effect Derr
lng eagerly, the woman with close at-
tentlon. Thero was no Blgn of re
turning life. Derrlng looked up in
despair and the woman hurrledawny
into an inner room for some other
remedy.
Ho leaned over tho motionless fig
ure listening. Slowly ho gathered It
In his arms. Tenderly, passionately,
he drew her to him and pressed his
lips on tho white mouth with Its
shadow. Sho seemed to him already
dead romoved from caresses. Slowly
the lids fluttered, a breath trembled
through the lips, and she lifted her
eyes to his, faintly.
The good Dutchwoman appeared,
bearing a lnrge bottle of ammonia.
Sho figured In Derrlng'B oyeB as a
ministering angel and tho bottle as a
heaven-sent chalice. But it brought
tears to Helen's eyes and sho pushed
it away with tho assurance half-laughing,
hnlf-tearful, that sho should bo all
right in a minute.
Derrlng lifted her to an Improvised
couch and Bho lay, with eyes like
stars, looking about the little room.
He held ono of the hands In his and
chafed It gently now and then, under
the pretence that It was still cold. Her
brown hair had escaped from its
fastening and was pushed carelessly
back. Against the dark covering of
tho couch It formed a halo about her
faco. Derrlng had always fancied that
the Mndonna might have been at
homo in such a room as this. It was
a Holbein face.
The old woman had lighted tha
candles on tho low table and was
sprendlng the table for supper. She
entertained her guests by leaving
them free. The two candles gavo out
a dull glow and completed tho effect
of an old Dutch interior.
Helen and Derring exchanged
glances of appreciation.
"Think of finding it within five
miles of Washington street! I am go
ing to sketch It sotno dny. She has
promised to sit for mo and It will be
nice and warm." She shivered a lit
tle. Derring suddenly held fast in both
his hands the one ho had been Idly
stroking. "You must never do such a
foolhardy thing again."
"Not even for a success? But I am
glad I did it It is a success." Her
eyes rested lovingly on the sketch on
tho floor by the wall.
She was still looking at it when he
left the house to telephone for a car
riage But when he returned, bolt an
hour later, she was seated at the
table laughing and tnlklng with her
hostess. She declared sho had never
felt better In her llfo, and she started
out bravely to walk to the carriage,
which could not drive down to tho
beach, but was waiting on the road
above Before they had gone half tho
distance she found that sho was very
tired. With a sigh of relief she sank
back in the corner of the carriage as
the door was slammed after them.
Derring reached over promptly and
drew her to him, placing her head
against his shoulder and holding her
close to protect her from the Jar of
the carriage
"Rest here," he said quietly, as she
mado a half protest. "I Bhould care
for my mother or a sister. Why not
you dear one?"
Sho did not protest again, but yield
ed to tho protecting arms like a child.
He watched her faco as thoy whirled
into tho light of the street-lamps and
out agaiq into tho shadow. It was still
pale, but full of content. They flew
through the park and down the long
avenue beyond. Never wero two mllea
traversed so quickly. Not a word was
spoken. It was as If the tlmo were
too precious for speech. Once she
raised her face with a contented
sigh and breathed his name softly,
more as If to herself than to him.
As for Derrlng, ho dared not realize
his happiness. Underneath Its pulsing
was a half superstition. Fate would
not allow a man to be so happy. But
sho had been given back to him from
the dead. She rested close to him.
That could not be taken from him. He
held her closer defying an unseen
fate
(To be Continued)
Steam Outfit for Sale.
For sale The best steam outfit in Chv.
. eine county, consisting of one new Case
, separator, one steam (32 h p.) engine and
eleven fourf.en-inch plows. Address
OREN GRISWOLD.
D7.10A7-10 Dalion.Neb
Bulls!
Scotch topped Short Horns. Have
25 head from 8 to 24 months old, full
bloods, not registered. Have been
raisins bulls for 211 years and never
had a better lot. Sold farm and want
to close tbem out this sptjng.
A. S Reed,
8'4t : mile east of Alliance.
Street Commissioner's Notice
Notice to all property owners, agents
and lessees: Snow, ice and slush, or
any other obstruction, must be re
moved within 24 hours after accumu
lation, according to ordinance No. 38,
or the same will be removed by the
city at owner's expense,
J. H. Cahlson, Street Com.
A second hand Oliver typewriter for
sale at a bargain. This machine is
practically as nooj as new. inquire
at The Herald office.
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