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friendly friendly, that's all juai a mother's innocent. s6ulful face to friendly word. You denied "Stop!" shouted Brood in an awful ara. Whai is It to rue that yoi' sorry now? What have you done to "I suppose you want me to believe Marietta; Mrs. Emma, wife of Georgr 'jrust Samuel Alice, Anna, all Irwin, Columbia; James Hoffman, oX this city and Mrs E.

Desh, of Lancaster; Mrs. Margaret, wife or Harrisburg Two sisters and one bro-Klmer Jackson, Coatesville; Harry in Germany, a sister Mrs. Hoffman, Coatesville. She leaves Caroline Kuehn, of Germantown, and Black Is OLDEST PHYSICIAN IN THE STATE DIES AT COLUMBIA HOME four brothers and three sisters that It was love for me that brought you slinking to the theater," said tho other Ironically. "I don't expect you to believe anything.

I was lonely. I wanted to be with you and Yvonne. Can't you understand how lonely I've been all my one grandchild, also survive. The funeral will be held an Wed- The funeral will bo held from th Reformed church on Wednesday a- nesday afternoon at 2.30 o'clock lite Wh at in tenioon at two o'clock. Burial in the his late home, with Interment family plot in the Marietta cemetery Greenwood cemetery.

Rev. Samuel D. Manifold. BY Henry Keesey. Henry Keesey died at the County by GEORGE BARR McCUTCHEON Kev Saruuol D.

ManifoJd, pastor of DR. SMITH ARMOR CLAIMED DEATH AT THE AGE OF 91 YEARS. yesterday morning from the Presbyterian Church, Straaburg, general breaking down of the system. amj griiduate of Princeton Theolog-He was 75 years of age and at on jci Seminary, died suddenly on ON Sunday morning the oldest phy skian in the state of Pennsylvania, if (IBM was the owner of a farm near Saturday morning on his father's illustrations by RAY WALTERS buck. For a.

time he lived at the- farm, near McCall's Ferry, where Highland Inn On the- Willow stree turnpike. He leaves two brothers. Aaron, of Fnglcside, and Jacob, Oi Willow street. not the oldest in the United iSiutos, passed away, in Columbia, when Dr. Armor died.

Aa he was ill years old the cause of his death was mlir unties of uge. Tho pdysician at the time of his death was the oule.st living graduate of Haluiomanu Medical college, he had gone- to recover his health. Death wus caused from diabetes. He wan 44 years old. For fifteen years Kev.

Manifold was pastor of th" StrasLurg Presbyterian. ChurCA. He loft Strasburg a week prior tO his death and contemplated 1 voice. His clenched hands were raised above his head. "The time has como for mo to tell you the truth about this innocent mother of yours.

Luck is with you. I am not your father. You are "Wait! If you are going to tell me that my mother was not a good woman, I want to go on record in advance of anything you may say, as being glad that I am her son no matter who my father was. 1 am glad that she loved me because I was her child, and if you are not my father then I still have the joy of knowing that she loved some one man well enough to He broke off the hitter sentence and with nervous fingers drew a small leather case from his waistcoat pocket. "Before you go any farther, take one look at her face.

It will make you ashamed of yourself. Can you stand there and lie about her after looking into" He was holding the window curtains apart, and a stream of light fell upon the lovely face, so small that Brood was obliged to come quite close to be able to flee It. His eyes were distended. "It is not Matilde it is like her but Yes, yes, it is Matilde! I must be losing my mind to have thought He wiped his brow. "But, good God, it was startling positively uncanny." He Bpoke as to himself, apparently forget ting that he had a listener.

"Well, can you lio about her now?" demanded Frederic. Brood was still staring aa If fascinated at the tiny photograph. "But I have never seen that picture before. She never had one 60 small as that that wretched, unhappy boy?" "He will tell you Boon enough. Then you will despise me even more than 1 despise myself.

God! He ne looked at me with his mother'B eyes when I kept on striking blows at hta very soul. Her eyes eyes that were always pleading with me! But, curse them always scoffing at me! For a moment I faltered. There was a wave of love yes, love, not pity, for him as I saw him go down before the words I hurled at him. It was as If I had hurt the only thing In all tha world that I love. Then it passed.

He was not meant for me to love. He was born for me to despise He was born to torture me as I have tortured him. "You poor fool!" she cried, her eyes glittering. "Sometimes I have doubted my own reason," he went on as If he had not heard her scathing remark. "Sometimes I have felt a queer gripping of the heart when I was harshest toward him.

Sometimes his eyes her eyes have melted the steel that was driven into my heart long ago, his voice and the touch of his hand gently have checked my bitterest thoughts. Are you listening?" "Yes." "You ask what I have done to him. nothing In he would have done to me. It isn't necessary to explain. You know the thing he has had in his heart to do.

I have known It from the beginning. It is the treacherous heart of his mother tnat propels that boy's blood along Its craven way. She was an evil thing as evil as God ever put life Into." Mrs. Eva Majesky. Mrs.

Kva Mnjesky died at 2 o'cIock Cui.i ague, Utii, bj Duuu, Mead ouU Oeatpaaj CHAPTER XVI. "To My Own Sweetheart." When James Brood and Frederic left the dining-room nearly an hour Philadelphia, there iu 185: receiving his decree on Sunday morning at the home Oa staying on tho York County iarm Ilia death came after Abraham 0. Young, for whom she until he regained his health. He la an Illness ol several weeks, up to was housekeeper, in Washington survived by his father, Samuel, which time, he attendid to his iu- borough. The cause of the death war i Several brothers and sisters also The funeral will bo held valvular disease of the heart.

Mrs. survivt ties as physician. Ur. Armor 1- bruted his birthday ut ins home, corner 91st Majesky was 78 years old and eamt-Seo- originally from York county. The on Tuesday afternoon at 12 cloclt from bis father's homo with Inter jnent at the Pine drove cemetery.

olid and Wahwit streets, on Fcbru- three surviving daughter! of da-ary 6. He was born in Wilmington, ceased are: Mrs. Albert Tome, oi in 1824. lie graduated from Lundisville; Miss Lena, and ituhneniaun Medual college wh'U John J. Stauffer, of Cresw- ll.

Reasler. formerly of this Adam R. K. Ressler, ra The Adam prior to the departure of Mrs. Desmond, there was in the mind of each the resolution to make short work of the coming interview.

Each knew that the time had arrived for the parting of the ways, and neither had the least desire to prolong the suspense. The study door was closed. James Brood put his hand on the knob, but, before turning it, faced the young man with an odd mixture of anger and pity In his eyes. "Perhaps it would be better If we had nothing more to say to each other," ho said, with an effort. "I have changed my mind.

I cannot say the thing to you that I prac- body will be taken to Windsor, Yor.c county died ut the bonne of his son he was uSS years old. Ho first at Atlantic City. IU' wus in his ticed in Marietta, where he located county for Interment on Tuesday, for lour years. He UM9 moel to New BOth year, and was horn Moses S. Abel.

Providence. He learned the blaok- Columbia, where for B9 years, until his death, he enjoyed a big If arietta, March 15, Henry Abei smith trade when a young man and of this place, received word of the continued actively at It until five yean ago. tie had opera! ed the blacksmith shop at tywer's i'ouudry "I Shall Be Sorry for Lydia," He Said Levelly. Dr. Armor was the soli or James geatO of his lather.

Moses Scott ADei and Ann (Lyiuuiil Armor, and the which Secured in Helium township grandson of William Armor, a n- York Count) from pneumonia, after fn West Lampeter township for about short Illness He a fears, Decora going io mssuuu was ti farmer ten tive of Scotland, of Scotcn-insii til! years Qi later days by occupation and was the state of age. traction, and whose oasswHl In farming in "Go on." "I loved her as no woman ever was loved before or since. I thought sho loved me God, I believe she did. He Frederic had her portrait up there to flash In my face. She was beautiful she wag as lovely as But no morel I was not the man.

She loved another. Her lover was that boy's father." Dead silence reigned In the room, save for the heavy brfathlng of the man. Yvonne was as still as death Itself. Her hands were clenched Delaware. He spent his boo hood day oti the home farm and received his eaarly education at the Wilmington John Stultz, Jr.

Muriel la. Mnrch 15,. John Stultz aged two rears, died on Sulurdriv City. He a survived by his wue, who was Miss Alberta Met omsoy. of Maryland, before marriage, and one son, Lyle and a daughter, Mrs.

Ivy llaltershy, all of Atlantic City. One brother, ll-nton P. itessler, of Boudersburg, also survives. The body will arrive in Luneuater at 1:18 o'clock on Wednesday afternoon, tod he taken by Undertaker Qroff to ow academy. Mainly through his efforts be made his way through tho H( Uu) 00me (lf ms Kram1piir Hahnemann college.

ents, Mr. and Mrs. Buch, at Lltiia Dr. Smith Annro married In Co- lrom tuberculosis peritonitis, after a i Hsu-all Martin, duugh- mnntliu' It" "It was made in Vienna," interrupted Frederick, not without a strange thrill of satisfaction in his soul, "and before you were married, I'd say. On the back of it is written: 'To my own sweetheart' in Hungarian, Yvonne says.

There! Look at her. She was like that when you married her. God, how adorable she must have been. 'To my own Ho ho!" A hoarse cry of rage and pain bust from Brood's Hps. The world went red before his eyes.

'To my own he cried out. He sprang forward and struck the photograph from Frederic's hand. It fell to the floor at his feet. Before the young man could recover from his surprise, Brood's foot was upon the bit of cardboard. "Don't raise your hand to me! Don't you dare to strike me! Now I shall tell you who that sweetheart was!" Half an hour later James Brood descended the stairs alone.

He went ter of William' K. Murrtin, of Muncy. taken to the Buch home several week. Now where wvtoea To this union were horn tWO daugh- ugo. Besides the Parents, Mr.

and 1,0 "1 ehuH.lt a will will a at) o'clock. Tho Interment lukn nas got anytmng to do witn Yvonne and me?" demanded Frederic ruthlessly, jumping at conclusions In his new-found arrogance. Brood threw open the door. "Step Inside," he said in a voice that should have warned the younger man, it was so prophetic of disaster. Frederio had touched the open sore with that unhappy question.

Not until this instant had James Brood admitted to himself that there was a sore and that it had been festering all these weeks. Now it was laid bare and smarted with pain. Nothing could save Frederic after that reckless, deliberate thrust at the very core of the malignant growth that lay so near the surface. It had been in James Brood's heart to spare the boy, Hot words were on Frederic's lips. They were alone in his room.

He squared his shoulders. "I suppose you think I am in love with her," he said defiantly. He waited a moment for the response that did not come. Brood was regarding him with eyes from which every spark of compassion had disappeared. "Well, one sister May place there, also.

tors, Chellie who married Don- ohn a. Stultz, ison Keoside, a real estate agent, belle, survives and Is now a widow residing in Hal-1 Mm. Roee Essick. Mrs, Hose I0sick died yesterday al hnmnltal after having been timore; and Elisabeth who uvea ait home, and survives her father, in relieious affiliation Dr. Armor Uriah Gray.

Uriah Cray, retired farmer of Britain townnhln i I (1 I I ill 11 was mourner ox ww rr9 noma on Friday night. Ho was 89 church. He has taacn a years ol uge and carried on the ihim VUliril UU 111' life? Can't you understand how hungry I am for the affection that every other boy I've known has had from his parents? I've never asked you about my mother. I used to wonder a good deal. Every other boy had a mother.

I aever had one. I couldn't understand. I no longer wonder. I know now that she must have hated you with all the strength of her soul. God, how she must have hated to feel the touch of your hands upon her body! Something tells me she left you, and If she did, I hope she afterwards found someone who but no, I won't say it.

Even now haven't the heart to hurt you by saying that." He stopped, choking up with the rush of bitter words. "Well, why don't you say something?" "I'm giving you your innings. Go on?" said Brood softly. "She must have loved you once or she wouldn't have married you. She must have loved you or I wouldn't be here in this world.

She" "Ha!" came sharply from Brood's stiff Hps. didn't find you out until it was too late. She was lovely, I know. She was sweet and gentle and she loved happiness. I can see that In her face, In her big, wistful eyes.

You "What's this?" demanded Brood, startled. "What are you saying?" "Oh, I've got her portrait an old photograph. For a month I've carried it here in this pocket-case, over my heart. I wouldn't part with it for all the money in the world. When I look at the dear, sweet, girlish face and her eyes look back into mine, I know that she loved me." "Her portrait?" said Brood, unbe t.ow tn t.im nubile and social uw iiii.iil,,n nt against her breast.

"That was years ago," resumed the man, hoarsely. "You you told him this?" she cried, aghast. "He said she must have loathed me as no man was aver loathed before. Then I told him." "You told htm because you knew ehe did not loathe you I And you loved Matilde God pity your poor soul! For no more than I have done you drove her out of your house. You accuse me in your heart when you vent your ragn on that poor bpy.

Oh, I know! You suspect me! And you suspected tho other one. Before God, I swear to you that you have more cause to suspect me than Matilde. She was not untrue to you. She could not have loved anyone else but you. I know God help me, I know! Don't come uoar me! Not now! I tell you that e-- i iii.i ii euin- of Columbia and held a r7u'a pelled him to give up.

l.ves 111 for a short time. She was fil yean of uge and the wife of William Essick, formerly of this city but now ret Iding In Philadelphia. 1 1 home wum at West Lemon street when she jtepl it boarding bouse. Shu came from Columbia Originally aim Iter husband was an oyster and fruit dealer. place in the affections oi uw three children, William, farmer in Little Britain; Delia and Jtettu, ut townsmen The funeral of Dr.

Armor will be h()m, wJ1) this morning at 10 o'clock. held on Wtxliiosuay wnv Geonre Wells Kly will Bit, officiate. Interment will be In Bethed cemetry. it may interest you to know that I intend to marry Lydia this very day." Brood advanced a few steps toward him In the subdued light of the room his features were not clearly distinguishable. His face was gray and shadowy; only the eyes were sharply defined They glowed like points of BRITISH SQUADRON BOMBARDS SAND DUNES Edward Gchr Edward Qehr, a three year old son of John Qehr, fo Hahnstowu, died on Sunday evonig of pnouruomla.

Besides his parents, five brothers and two listers survive. Tho funeral takes place on Thursday morning, BENJAMIN B. GONDER RAILROAD BUILDER DEAD NOT GUILTY, PLEADS MAN CHARGED WITH HIGH OFFENSE. Mew S'ork. March la.

-Carl Bona, Mrs. J. D. Connelly. D.

Connelly died on SunoMv rs. J. Benjamin B. Gonder, a prominent citizen of Strasburg, and for many morning at 3:80 o'clock at tho homo munuidim director of the Hamburg- years largely engaged nu ua 1 0I daughter, Mrs. James Craybill, American Lino, pleaded not guilty treat, today to the indictments reported work, died very stiaueiiiy ut iw iat No ggg Last Orange about 5 o'clock on Saturday afternoon.

I from bronchitis. She was in her two vveeliH ago charging him with straight to the library where he knew that he could find Yvoune. Ranjab, standing in the hall, peered into his white, drawn face as he passed, and started forward as if to speak to him. But Brood did not see him. He did not lift his gaze from the floor.

The Hindu went swiftly up the stairs, a deep dread in his soul. Tho shades were down. Brood stopped inside the door and looked dully about the library. He was on the point of retiring when Yvonne spoko to him out of the shadowy corner beyond tho fireplace. "Close the door," she said huskily.

Then sho emerged slowly, almoBt Ilka a specter, from the dark background formed by the huge mahogany bookcases that lined the walla, from floor to ceiling. "You were a long time up there," she went on. "Why is it so dark in here, Yvonne?" he asked lifelessly. "So that It would not be possible for me to see the shame in your eyes, James." He leaned heavily against the long table. She came up and stood across the table from him, and he felt that her eyes were searching his very soul.

"I have hurt him beyond all chance for recovery," he said hoarsely. "Oh, you coward!" she cried, leaning over the table, her eyes blazing. "I can understand it in you. You have no soul of your own. What have you done to your son, James Brood?" He drew back as If from the Impact of a blow.

"Coward? If I have crushed of the 'being one of live men In a consplt-Sho Jacy against tho United States to sup- He had been to his statue Willi a man who wus arranging something about an automobile. He suddenly complained of feeling child-! German sea raiders In tho Atlun 71st Sho wus a member Klrst Presbyterian Church, is survived by tho following rent William, of Hutchinson, hhs; Prank Ceorge and Marl ha Cray bill, all of this Kan tie with food and fuel shipped from Mrs. city. American ports. Mr.

Benz was granted a week's time to demur or change his plea, lit-was released on $5,000 ball. Th She is also survived by two brothers John and Joseph Miller, both of Marietta. The funeral service will bo oihr four men under indictment hav Frederic Is your son. I tell you that Matilde loved no one but you. You drove her out.

You drove Frederic out. And you will drive me out." She stood over him like an accusing angel, her arms extended. He shrank back, glaring. "Why do you say these things to me? You cannot know you have no right to say "I am sorry for you, James Brood," she murmured, suddenly relaxing. Her body swayed against the table, and then she sank limply into the chair alongside.

"You will never forget that you struck a man who waB asleep, absolutely asleep. That's why I am sorry for you," "Asleep!" he murmured, putting his liand to his eyes. "Yes, yes he was asleep! Yvonne, I I have never been ho near to loving him as I am now. I "I am going up to him. Dont try (o stop me.

But first let me ask you a question. What did Frederic say when you told him tils mother was was what you claim?" Brood lowered his head. "He said that I was a cowardly liar." "And It was then that you began to feel that you loved him. Ah, I see You are a great, strong man a wonderful man in spite of all this. You have a heart a heart that still needs breaking before you can ever hope to be happy." He gasped.

"A3 If my heart hasn't already been broken," he groaned. held on Wednesday aflcriionm at. 2 with Green- short of breath and started to the house. He took a seat and when his jwlfe came down stairs she tried to arouse him, but found he was dead. I His death was the result of an affection of the heart.

The deceased was 66 years of age and a son of the late Benjamin B. i Uonder, who was a noted contractor on railroad and other public works. He was born in Strasburg and when a quite young man began business with his father, who died a number of years ago. The young man then engaged In the same business, doing a great amount o'clock froze her lato home private interment in the wood mil Cemetery. already pleaded not guilty.

REVIVAL SERVICE ATTrJtRE HILL With an audience of 400 poople, Mrs. Lizzie McCormack. Mrs. Lizzie McCormack died at clock on Sunday night at her Kev. Seip, tho Terre Hill Iflvan-homo at 2 South Dorwart atreet, af- church pastor, opened tho ter an illness of several months.

union evangelistic campaign in, that lieving. "Yes and I have only to look at it to know that she couldn't have hurt you so it must have been the other way 'round. She's dead now, I know, hut she didn't die for years after I was born. Why was it that I never saw her? Why was I kept up there in that damnable village "Where did you get that photograph?" demanded Brood hoarsely. "Where, I say! What damned, interfering fool "I wouldn't be too.

hasty, if I were you," said Frederic, a note of triumph in his voice. "Yvonne gave it to me. I made her promise to say nothing to you about It. She "Yvonne found It? Yvonne? And gave it to you? What trick ofJJate is this? But ah, it may not be a portrait of your your mother. Some old photograph "No, it is my mother.

Yvonne saw the resemblance at once and brought it to me. And it may Interest you to know that she advised me to treasure it all my life because It would always tell me how lovely and sweet my mother was the mother I have never seen." "I insist on seeing that picture," said Brood, with deadly intensity. "No," said Frederic, folding his arms tightly across his breast. "You didn't deserve her then and you "You don't know what you are Baying, boy!" "Ah, don't Well, I've got just a little bit of my mother safe here over my heart a little faded card, that's all and you shall not rob me of that. Last night I waB sorry for you.

I had of work. He constructed tho Kddy-1 Death resulted from a hemorrhage. borough op Sunday evening In tho stone railroad and did considerable She rounded out a lifetime o' 75 1 United Uvaiigellcal church. In which work on the Low Grade road of tin- yours to the day Mrs McCormack c' h'lco services are ng conducted Pennsylvania lines. With his father he wus born in Pittsburgh, and Jived this week.

On Monday evening, Kev. constructed part of the Columbia and thoro during her early life She had ltelirr, pastor of the ch(irch, Port. Deposit railroad. He also did a been a resident of Lancaster for! delivered the sermon. One convert great deal of work In New Kngland about three years.

Sho Is survived loach ovening has boen the result, and other parts of the country. by one s'ster, Mrs. "arah Deppctj, thus far. For several years past be had been of llerrlngton, Pa; three aona. During the remainder of the week ngnt, umuckerlng.

"I shall be sorry for Lydia," he said levelly. "You needn't be," said Frederic hotly. "She understands everything." "Have you told her that you love her and no one else?" "Certainly!" "Then you have lied to her." There was silence tense silence. "Do you expect me to strike you for that?" came at last from Frederic's lips, low and menacing. "You have always considered yourself to be my son, haven't you?" pursued Brood deliberately.

"Can you say to me that you have behaved of late as a son should "Wait We'll settle that point right now. I did lose my head. Head, I say, not heart. I shan't attempt to explain 1 can't, for that matter. As for Yvonne well, she's as good as gold.

She understands me better than I understand myself. She knows that even honest men lose their heads sometimes. I can say to you now that I would sooner have cut my own throat than to do more than envy you the possession of one you do not deserve. I have considered myself your son. I have no apology to make for my we'll call it infatuation.

I shall only admit that it has existed and that I have despaired. As God is my witness, I have never loved any one but Lydia. I have given her pain, and the amazing part of It is that I can't help myself. Naturally, you can't understand what It all means. You are not a young man any longer.

You cannot understand." "Good God!" hurst from Brood's lips. Then he laughed aloud grotesquely. "Yvonne is the most wonderful thing that has ever come into my life. I adored her the instant I saw her. I have felt sometimes that I knew her a thousand years ago.

I have felt that I loved her a thousand years ago." A calm seriousness now attended his speech, In direct contrast to the violent mood that had gone before. "I have thought of little else but her. I confess it to you. But through it all there has never been an instant In which I did not worship Lydla Desmond. I I do not pretend to account for It.

It is beyond me." Brood waited patiently to tho end. "Your mother before you had a somewhat similar affliction," he said, still In tho steady, repressed voice. "Per- hapt it is a gift a convenient gift tills ability to worship without effort." 1 "Better leave my mother out of it," aid Frederic sarcastically. A look of wonder leaped to his eyes. "That's the first time you've condescended to acknowledge that I ever had a engaped in the construction of state Frank, Toronto, Canada; Harry, 1 visiting jninlHtwB will preach.

This "Your head has been hurt, that's all Are you highways In Maryland. Several years 'of Pittsburgh; and Grant, of Ghl-'evening Kev Yeakel, of Adams- There is a vast difference eaco: unit two danirhterw MpaHnnm uMl ilelivpr the sermon and Cago; and two daughters, going out?" ago he built a beautiful homi Samuel Frankfcrd, and Mrs. He looked at her In dull amazement. I Strasburg, whrn ho residen. Flor- the others will participate as follows: He leaves his wife, Mary, and these enco Wohrner, both of Uils city.

No 'Wednesday evening, Hov. Amos children: Walter, in the Philippines; arrangnents for tho funeral Gelghley, tho Meiinonlto evangelist. have Joseph, living near Pittsburgh; Mrs. Ueea made near Terre Hill; Thursday evening, Kev 0 Hess, of Shllllngton; on Friday evening, Menno Meyers, of Soudertown, and on. Saturday evening, Kev.

Wentz, of Allentown, presiding elder of tho lSvaugoUcai church. f'atharlne Charles and Miss Kvelyn, who nttrnded school In Boslon- One sister, Miss Anna, lives In Strasburg The funeral takes place on Tuesday afternoon with private Interment In the Strasburg cpmct.ery. Mrs. Lcvlna Steinmetz. Levlna, wife, of Samuel Steinmetz, died at her homo in Hphrata on Saturday morning ttXA o'clock, following a alroko which she nustalned e.i.,.,,1 nr Krawhitt strirkter.

s'vcral weeks ago. Sho was 71 years old. Ainiiuteo with the Luth Slowly ho began to pull himself together. "Yes. I think you should go to him.

I gave him an hour to to "To get out?" "Yes He must go, you see. See him. If you will. I shall not oppose you Find out what he expects to She passed swiftly by him as he started toward the door. In the hall, which was bright with the sunlight from the upper windows, she turned 'o face him.

To his astonishment, her cheeks were aglow and her eyes bright with eagerness. She seemed almost radiant. "Yes; it needs breaking, James," she said, and went up the stairs, leaving hi in standing there dumfounded. Near the top she began to hum a blithe tune. It came down to him distinctly the weird little air that had haunted him for years Feverelli's! (To Be Cwitirjued.) The funeral of Mrs.

Kraybill HtricK-ler, was held on Sunday morning with services In the ML Joy Menno-nite church. It was ono of the largest funerals In that section of the county. It was attended by 1,500 friends oi eran Church, sho was an active member for zuany years. Besides her husband two daughters, Sue B. and Mary both at home, survive.

A brother, Henry Powl, of this city, also survives. The funeral will bo Ihe deceased. Kev. Mr. Long, of the at United Brethren church and Kev.

Mr. fM on Thursday afternoon 1:30 o'clock from the late homo. the feeling that somehow you have always been unhappy over something that happened in the past that my mother was responsible for. And yat when I took out this photograph, this tiny bit of old cardboard see, it is so small that it can be carried In my waistcoat pocket when I took it out and looked at the pure, lovely face, I by heaven, I knew she was not to blame." "Have you finished?" asked Brood, wiping his brow. It was dripping.

"Except to repeat that I am through with you forever. I've had all that I can endure and I'm through. My greatest regret is that I didn't get out long ago. But like a fool a weak fool, I kept on hoping that you'd change and that there were better days ahead for me. I kept on hoping that you'd Mosemann, of the Monnonite church of this city, officiated.

Interment will be In Bowman's GAME COMMISSION TO PAY BOUNTIES Bill Presented Would Taks Matter From the County Commissioners. Harrisburg, Pa. March 16 Payment of bounties pelts of noxious animals Is placed in the hands of the State Game Commission and taken from county commissioners by a bill passed by tiie House to-day. Mr Phillips, Clearfield, sponsor for th bill stated that It was favored by tho Stulo Association of County Commissioners Tho bount'es are to be paid out of the procods of hunters' licenses. He Sprang Forward and Struck the Photograph From Frederic's Hand.

his soul, it was done in time, Yvonno, to deprive you of the glory of doing It." "What did ho say to you about mo?" "You have had your fenrs for nothing. He did not put you in Jeopardy," Victor C. Ruth. Mrs. Maria Hoffman.

Marietta, March 15. Mrs. Maria Hoffman, widow of Isaac B. Hoffman Victor C. RUth, a weaver, died at who resided since her death of herini8 lau, No C27 aoulh fiBC husband, at the eastern end of Mar he said scornfully.

street, at 11.30 o'clock on Sunday Ittta with her daughter, Mrs. Win Move To Stroudsburg. mom-nig, lrom asm ma, al ter a short Mr and Mrs Harry Osborne, of'fpl1 Simmons, died on Sunday lUnoss, in his 68th year He had Fullon township, have morning, wno was uora in been working at ihs trade up until a week ago, when he was taken ill. He was omoloyed at the Farnum cotton mills for the last thlrty-flvo years. moved to Stroudsburg wher.i Mr.

Osborne will engage 1n electrical work. the past two years 1 has been farming lite Milton Neff farm. Resisted tho Constable. Blanch Ivory, a young colored woman from Maryland was disorderly Donegal township, near Maytown, on August 19, 1851 and was a daughter of tho late Henry and Maria Bostlck. Sho was for many years a member of the Zion Keformed church.

Sho was the mother of flfteoh children, the following of whom survive: Mrs. Lizzie, wife of Georgo "I know. Ho Is not a coward," she said calmly. "In your heart you are reviling me. You Judge me as one guilty soul Judges another.

Suppose that 1 were to confess to you that I left him up there with all the hope, all the life blasted out of his eyes with a wound In his heart that will never stop bleeding that I left him because I was sorry for what I had done and could not stand by and look upon the wreck I had created. Suppose "I am still thinking of you as a cow- Ho was born in Grelss-Saxony, came to this lreet- tlli Con" be a real father to me. Good Lord, what a libel on the name!" Ho laughed raucously. "I'm sick of calling you father. You did me an honor downstairs by calling me You had no right to call mo that, but, by heaven, If it wero not for this bit of cardboard here over my heart, I'd laugh in your face and be happy to shout from the housetops that I am no son of youra.

But there's no such luck as that' I've only to look at my mother." Brood's smile was deadly. "If you have anything more to say to me, you would better get it ovor with. Purge your soul of all the gall that embitters it. I grant you that privilege. Take your innings." A spasm of pain crossed Froderic's face.

"Yes, I am entitled to my innings. I'll go back to what I said downstairs. I thought I loved and honored you last night. I would have forgiven everything If you had granted me a Germany, and ore than forty years ago, moving arresting her, was in Armstrong Wet. Klttannlng Pa.

March 16. Judge J. resisted by tho woman, who toro his tviiig handed uowu tho decision of Shrlner, Mrs. Maria, wife of Wlnfleld directly to this city. At one tlmo ho acted as president of the local Gorman Ltederkrantl Society.

He is survived by IiIb wife, Ellza-both and the following children: Au- waich chain in two, broke his hat and kicked him several times. Alderman Doeblcr sent her to jail ton duys. the Armstrong Lluttor license court BimmoriH, Marietta; Samuel Hoft-yesterday. Ho granted 45 applicants, man, York; John Hoffman, Lanca-refused nine and held over one. Iter; Mrs.

Cora, wlfo of Noah Smith,.