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now nor speak; her face -entirely
bloodless.
“Strangely enough,” the man went
on when he saw that she did not an
swer, “the man—this friend of mine I
speak of—believes In the gift. He does
not know her very well, either, but he
has an Idea, an Instinct—a rather silly
one, perhaps—that he can believe In
her—from her face. He thinks that
she should be given a chance at leaat
to clear herself.”
“Murder!” murmured Mrs. Ruther
ford hoarsely when he stopped. But
she said do more.
“He believes,’’ said the young man
after waiting, “that possibly he could
save her—aqd that she, at the same
time, might help him to know what he
must eventually find out. And yet one
thing apparently makes this Impos
sible."
“What?”
Her attitude. I wont go Into that
at length. That situation la too com
plicated too,” he said again, 'And I
can’t entirely. I’m not allowed to. But
I can tell you this much: the whole
affair might be simplified, done awhy
with perhaps, if she would only give
her confidence to him. You see?”
She did not see, nor answer. It was
very awkward. Adelaide Rutherford
was about to faint. She did, In fact,
almost. All that she remembers, very
dimly, is th'e figure of the young man
going out the door just before the
servants—led by that woman who was
with her so much now—came In.
It was a strange and mysterious
business—this being the mistress of a
jealous trust; displeasing, dangerous,
sinister.
“A prisoner! Insane! A murderess!”
said Adelaide Rutherford, tossing In
her great bed In her high bedroom—
knowing less and less what she could
do.
CHAPTER IX
Night brought small counsel to the
ward of the Gorgam Trust. Like
many others, much wiser than herself,
caught in the widespread web of the
purposes of Great Money—of the cor
porations and trusts and great legal
supermen which embody it—she
turned and re-turned al! night long en
deavoring to understand her situation
—how entirely she was caught, and
what she Could possibly do next.
On the one side—tf she still stayed
as she was—she thought she could see
the certainty of Imprisonment for life
on the ground of Insanity. And with
it—a menace from whose shock she
had never yet recovered—was the ac
fiess ot That man—that greatbrute;
her husband—to her house, her very
■rooms.
On the other side, If she stayed, was
the other man whom she did not know
but who was obviously interested,
bringing against her the charge of
•murder.
“It Isn’t true. It isn’t true I know
It!” said the new Adelaide Rutherford,
tossing in her great bed.
But that she knew herself that this
charge against her was not true did
not answer the fear lodged In her
.mind. She might possibly have been
—now that she reviewed the situation
—an unconscious accomplice In a plot
of murder. She did not think so. But
■that she was an accomplice In some
plot—not unlikely criminal—she now
felt sure; and she felt confident It
might very possibly be charged, and
that a Jury might not impossibly be
convinced upon the -evidence that
there had been murder.
to any case the situation was not a
matter of weeks or months, It was
closing about her immediately—if she
stayed In the midst of .the purposes
and counter-purposes which were .com
ing together about this great fortune.
She may have been unnecessarily
panic-stricken. Possibly a woman of
firmer nerves would have reasoned or
acted differently; but for the ward of
the Gorgam Truat there was do desire
now but one—escape from this gloomy
house, from this sinister fortune, at
once.
“I’ll try It, anyhow,” she said to her
self toward morning. For she could
appreciate already how difficult escape
would be, though up to then she had
merely made small tests of the pos
sibility of it.
That night she made her first at
tempt at going—an attempt doubly un
successful. The thougqf had come to
her to try that door—the entrance
through which the strange visitor had
twice appeared. She had Indeed no
exact knowledge of where it led, but
It must certainly end outside some
where—evidently upon the side street
She had not tried It before, having
the feeling that she waa being m6re
and more closely watched; but now,
this night she must
She stood In the dark silence of ol<fi the
; 6at room; all black, but for two
tchea behind of hdL high .Tha win dows Hfljadla.nl! shtj
thfe door moved, the door opened"; and
she felt Instinctively, as one will, that
she was at the head of a flight of
stairs—which of course was what she
had expected.
It was even more solidly black be
fore her. The air was cold and damp.
Stretching out her hand to guide her
self, she fouhd a wall of stone and
,
then a stock hand-railing. So far, go
good. She drew back her left hand
from the door. It swung—evidently by
a spring—and clicked behind her.
Turning again she tried the knob. It
did not-move. The door, she soon saw,
was of the common type, which opens
by the knob on the inner side but only
by key from without.
The ward of the Gorgam Trust gave
a little cry at this. She was pat
urally neither an aggressive nor 'ad
venturous creature. However, there
was but one thing now to be done for
anyone—to go wherever this staircase
led her. She found the stair-rail again
and walked down the polished stone
steps. This required time—and cau
tion; but after a while It was not so
difficult. It was evidently a bare
spiral staircase Inclosed in stone, very
much, the girl recalled, like the In
closed brick fire escape in the school
she had attended as a child.
She found herself at last at the bot
tom—at the end. Another door evi
dently opened upon tl^ street. She
tried It. It would not open. She tried
again—and again—and again. The
door would not open—except by a key.
And when she found this to be cer
tain the girl hurried back, as much'as
she could hurry In that blackness, to
the upper door. In a sort of panic
haste. She tried the door again. It
would not open. She shook it to make
sure. She was sure now, and she
stopped — understanding thoroughly
what she had feared before. She Was
trapped in that blind passageway, that
stone fire escape—whatever It was!
And she would be held there ignomini
ously until some one found her.
She sat down in the dark upon the
stair considering the situation, got up
and shook the door again With a fool
ish desperation. There was no doubt
of It; she was trapped! They would
find her there in the morning—when
ever the thought of this place occurred
to their minds.
But ’ then all at once, when she was
resigning herself to this, she heard,
she thought, the sound of steps be
yond the door, and a fumbling hand.
And suddenly the interior of the
smooth stone spiral below her sprang
out into vivid whiteness under a
strong electric light,
The door opened. “Madam,” said
the severe-faced woman who acted as
her personal maid—speakina she
thought, In a voice in which Anxiety
and satisfaction mingled—“would bet
ter go back to bed.” |
A strange sensation came yover the
girl as she heard her. It wag as If she
i/ / wtt
I
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A strange
sensation came
over the girt f»SM
felt a great cold hand upon her shoul
der—the Impersonal, Inhuman touch
of the Gorgam Trust arresting her,
taking her back to her luxurious
prison—to await one of the two dis
asters which was now toi come upon
her. ‘
CHAPTER X
Matters moved swiftly now—they
roust, as the mistress of the Gorgam
Trust could see. That she could her
self slip away from the fast-arising
crisis she could have now less and
less expectation. A choice between the
two dangerous paths might be pos
sible—but the third way, of entire es
cape from both dangers, which she
would have preferred, was clearly to
be .very difficult—-in fact frankly to be
eliminated during the next day.
She was scarcely up and dressed
that next morning when she saw again
—with a little start, and it must be
admitted, curiously enough, still with
relief and expectation, a figure she
could not fail to recognize—the young
man who but two nights before had
accused her of murder, and with him,
it appeared, was Rags, who was out
with his usual independence, search
ing for adventure on his morning run
In the great park. The young man
seemed to be fastening something un
der the collar of the dog, and he
seemed to know that she was looking
at him as he did it.
When the dog was in the house
again, his owner felt beneath his col
lar for the small bit of paper so care
fully concealed there.
He could even come, It said, at any
time she would indicate it to be safe,
through this excellent mail-route, and
take ber away!
GRIFFIN DAILY NEWS AND SUN
1 fhis, the'reader of the note could *
see now, would be perhaps the course
she might take eventually—tf she
could. But even this, after the night
before, would probably prove difficult.
In fact, she had scarcely finished
reading her crumpled note, when she
was called downstairs to see her chief
warden, Jasper Haig. He met her with
an exterior almost menacingly calm.
“What Is this,” he asked when they
were alone, “if y'bu don’t mind telling
me? Are yorntrying to escape? Have
you forgotten your agreement with
me?"
f. The contrast between his poise and
calmness and the manner of the young
woman was most striking.
“Agreement!” she said, reduced by
her nervousness and anxiety to the
petulance and Irresponsibility of a
child—by the dread of this thing that
held her, by the threat of the whole
situation which overhung herl “I don’t
want ft. I enn’t ke^p It! Tve got to
go. I've got to leave here. I’ve got
to be free!” she cried, and rose sud
denly to her feet from the divan on
which she had been sitting.
The lawyer with his still half-smile
attempted to soothe her, to correct so
unreasonable a statement.
“No. No, ” she insisted, almost h.vs
terically. “ I’m through. And now a
slight shade of change came over the
lawyer’s face—an almost imperceptible
hardening of the Impassive mouth and
the suave manner.
“I am afraid," he said finally, when
she had passed all bounds of common
sense—and her body turned cold at
his quiet, olftique smile as he spoke to
her—“I’m afraid you don’t realize your
exact position. I’m very sorry you
have forced me to go Into the unfor
tunate details, the cold, level voice
went on. But the fact is, you cannot
leave, We could not let you, If we
would.
“What would prevent?” she demand
ed. Why could I not leave now—
this minute, if I wanted to?” and she
waited for what he would say next, in
rigid stillness. ---------,
“If you must hear It all,” he said,
a little irritated finally at her unrea
sonableness, “you could not go now,
nor I let you, for a very definite rea
son: you are my ward—legally ad
judged "Incurably Insane.” 1” he
so added—when
she sat, white-faced, watching him.
“Incurably!” she whispered after
him.
“I’m sorry,” he said, when he ob
served her condition after this. “But
you Invited it. You brought it on
yourself.
“Incurable 1” she said, finding her
voice at last. “Do these people, these
servants, all think that of me?” She
recalled now so many little things.
“No,” he said. “Not this set—since
the sickness! I spared you that. This
new staff knows very little—excepting
that you have been very 111—nervously
—and must be watched,”
“And this woman, this personal
maid, this guard of mine—whatever
she is ! Does she think the same?”
“Yes,” he told her, praotically. “She
merely knows that you are nervous—
nervously unstable and ill. But that,
you will find,” he said smoothly, “will
make no difference in her vigilance.
She is a very capable and determined
person.”
It was all that she could do to con
trol herself enough to speak calmly
again—to make her own attempt at
argument, to play a Just -card which
she thought she held.
“You wtlf let me go,” she said final
ly, as evenly as she could, “If you are
wise!”
“Why?” he asked, watching her.
“Because I have a means—there Is
some one—” She said, stumbling a
little, for she saw she was making a
very serious move now.
“You mean—”
“I mean,” she said, “that there Is
an excellent reason why you should
let me go—for your own sake!”
He looked at her with that profes
sional mask of Impassiveness—the ac
quirement of a lifetime—upon f* 18
face.
“If you will,” she said, hurrying on,
“If you will let me go, I will say noth
ing—to—about what I know I”
Each time she came to making an
actual statement of the thing he did
not know about—of the other man out
side suspecting her—him—the Gorgam
Trust—she hesitated and stopped. For
she saw, now she had started, that If
she played this card, if she threatened
him and he did not consent to let her
go, she was still In his power—In the
grasp of the Gorgam Trust. And who
knew what they might do to her next
—even possibly to putting her entirely
out of the way?
"Are you trying to say that you have
told—or can tell some one, your story?”
lie asked her coldly.
And now she said nothing—being
afraid to, in fuct, sensing more and
more the insecurity and danger of her
ground.
Her heart beat with sudden furious
ness, for she renlized, by Instinct as
well as by reason, that she had made
a mistake.
"Have you ns a matter of fact ever
found you could give your story out
to anyone?" he persisted.
“I have—yes!” she said suddenly—
and suddenly reddening again, for her
woman’s wit had saved her—for the
minute. She could explain her out
break, It occurred to her, and at the
same time possibly put a stop to this
other thing—this visit from her sup
posed husband which must not be re
peated. For she had thought, till then
at least, that it had been made with
out the lawyer’s knowledge.
“To whom?"
“To Mr. Rutherford.” And she told
him with convincing definiteness of
hta vial* thom
(To be continued) i
Additional Society News
(Continued from Page Six.)
Mrs. Patterson Hostess to
Taylor Street Study Circle.
The Taylor street Mission Study
of the First Methodist church
an interesting meeting at the
home of Mrs. A. P. Patterson Mon
day afternoon at 3:30 o’clock.
Mrs. Patterson, who is leader, was
in charge of the devotional.
The circle took up the study of the
Book of Luke at this meeting. Mrs.
L. C. WarCren, teacher, conducted
the study hour.
A social time followed.
The house decorations were attrac
tive vases and baskets of pink and
purple asters and pink zinnias.
Mrs. Patterson was assisted in
serving tea and sandwiches by Miss
Mary Leila Patterson.
The members of the circle present
were Mrs. C. E. Drewry, Mrs. T. A.
Redd, Mrs. Jack Dillard, Mrs. T. E.
Mann, Mrs. Smith Turner, Mrs. T.
H. Wynne, Mrs. B. B. Brown, Mrs.
M. S. Mixon, Mrs. A. S. Murray,
Mrs. Richard Crowder, Mrs. L. C.
Warren, Mrs. R. L. Williams, Mrs.
Tharpe, Mrs. T. J. Purdy and Mrs.
A. P. Patterson.
Interesting Meeting of
North Side Study Circle.
The North Side Mission Study Cir
cle of the First Methodist church
met with Mrs. H. H. Jones, Sr., at
her home on Slaton avenue Mo nda y
afternoon at 3:30 o’clock.
The members started the study of
a new book, the Book of Luke. Miss
Maybelle Littleton, leader of the
circle, was in charge of the study
hour.
A social hour was enjoyed after
the study.
The house was decorated in vases
and baskets of autumn flowers in
their bright shades.
Mrs. Jones was assisted in serving
a salad course with iced tea by Mrs.
W. M. Jones, Mrs. L. M. Wilkie and
Mrs. Claude Vaughn.
Those present were Mrs. Ben Con
nor, Mrs. W. H. Butler, Mrs. T. O.
Ruff, Mrs. D. S. Johnson, Mrs. Oscar
Simonton, Mrs. Eli B. -Jones, Miss
Maybelle Littleton, Mrs. A. O. Stan
ford, Mrs. W. M. Jones, Mrs. J. T.
Waldrop, Mrs. A. F. Gilleland, Mrs.
J. J. Vaughn, Mrs. L. M. Wilkie,
Mrs. Claude Vaughn and Mrs. H. H.
Jones, Sr.
Mrs. S. L. Brown Honored
With Theatre Party*.
Mrs. Albert Fisher entertained
Tuesday afternoon at a theatre par
ty in compliment to Mrs. S. L.
Brown, of New Orleans, La., who
is the house guest of Mrs. Albert
Gammon. 1
The guests were entertained at
the Alamo Theatre, where Anita
Stewart was starring in “The Great
White Way. ty
Invited to meet Mrs. Brown were
Mrs. Frank Smith, Mrs. Albert Gam
mon, Mrs. W. L. Brown, Mrs. Ed
ward Domingos, Mrs. Mary Tyus
Bujtler, and Mrs. Zach Respess.
^ After the picture the guests
were
entertained at one of the soda foun
'tgins.
ON THE LEASH
« How’s Flubdub ?’’ inquired
one
clubman upon meeting another, I
haven’t seen him for a long time,
time.”
The second clubman accepted a
proffered cigarette and made re
sponse.
Flubdub is married now, you
know. t*
“I know. He used to be a gay,
gay dog. How is he now?”
i* I hear he is tugging the
at
leash.”—Hearth and Home.
HARMONY
44 Do you think feminine participa
tion in politics promotes harmony ? tt
<« Oh, yes,” answered Miss Cayenne.
44 In the cheering there ought to be
sopranos and altos as well as tenors
and basses.”—Washington Star.
THE FLIGHT OF TIME
“John used to be so romantic. ft
“Now he’s rheumatic."—Louisville
Courier-Journal.
Sure Relief
FOR INDIGESTION
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ELL-AMS
25* and 75< Racfcagas Cwydan
THE GEOGRAPHY LESSON
Father—Now, Eddie, when you
stand facing the north, what have
you on your right hand?
Eddie—Four fingers and a thumb.
—Boston Globe.
A POSSIBLE REASON
She—I wonder why they call that
game of cards “Bridge. ♦>
He—Well, you see, it’s principally
a game of “come across.”—Boston
Transcript.
Standing of the Clubs
American League.
Teams Won Lost Pet,
Washington — - 89 60 .597
New York . 87 62 .584
Detroit ____ — 84 67 .556
St. Louis 74 76 .493
Philadelphia — 69 80 .463
Cleveland — 66 85 .437
Chicago — 65 84 .436
Boston____ —- 65 85 .433
Yesterday’s Results
New York 8; Cleveland 2.
Washington 7; Chicago 6.
Boston 2; Detroit 3.
Philadelphia 11; St. Louis 9.
National League.
Teams Won Lost Pet.
New York . .90 59 .604
Brooklyn 90 61 .596
Pittsburgh . . 86 60 .589
Cincinnati _ 81 67 .547
Chicago ___ 80 67 .544
St. Louis 63 86 ,423
.
Philadelphia - 53 94 .361
Boston ____ 50 99 .336
Yesterday’s Results.
Cincinnati 4; Boston 1.
Chicago 5; Brooklyn 4.
St. Louis 8; Philadelphia 7.
FARMS
We are in position to
makeloanson farm lands.
We a l so sell farms.
Prompt attention to all
applications. 4 ,
Griffin Realty Co.
W. G. Cartledge, Mgr.
116 E. Solomon St. Griffin,
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ture properly, This depends on
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are very delicate and require an ex
pert to adjust them, Whether you
operate on battery or magneto we
are completely equipped to handle
this phase of repair work in a most
satisfactory manner and at the same
time save you considerable time and
money. We invite you to make use
of this expert service whenever it is
needed.
N. Eighth St Griffin, Ga.
Lodge Directory ■
WARREN LODGE
20, L 0. O. F., meets every
Monday night at 7:30 at Warren
Lodge Hall. Visiting brothers cor
invited.
R. A. PEEL, Secretary.
W. T. ATKINSON. N. G.
MERIDIAN SUN LODGE
No. 26, F. & A. M.
Regular meeting Tuesday night,
7th, 7 o’clock. Note change^
hour. Visitors welcome.
C. H. Scales, W. M. Bill Wells, Sec.
W. 0. w.
Meets every Thursday, 7:30 p. m.
Sovereigns, your camp needs your
presence. You will find your Clerk
all times at Slaton Powell Clo. Co.
Visiting Sovereigns welcome. Come.
L. J. SAULEY, C. C.
C. C. STANLEY, Clerk.
Pythagoras No. Chapter,
40, R. A. M.
Regular meeting, Second and Fourth
Thursday, 7:30 p, m. Visitors wel
come. WM. T- ATKINSON, H. P.
FIxiL WELLS, Secretary.
Ben Barrow Lodge
No. 587 F. & A. M.
East Griffin, meets first and third
Thursday nights in each month et 7
o’clock. Visiting brothers welcome.
L. B. GUEST, W. M.
CLIFFORD GRUBBS, Secty.
Funeral Directory
HAISTEN BROS. CO.
FUNERAL DIRECTORS
AND EMBALMER9
Griffin and Senoia, Georgia
Office Phone 575. Rea. Phone 68
FRANK S. PITTMAN
Funeral Director
and Embalmer
Office Phone 822. Res. Phone fl&
E. D. FLETCHER
Embalmer and Funeral Director
With
Griffin Mercantile Co.
Office Phone 474 Res. Phone 481
P. E. ARNALL G. N. MURRAY
P. E. Arnall & Co.
Insurance of All Kinds
We Would Appreciate —
J. C. BROOKS O. S. TYUS
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Railroad Schedule
CENTRAL OF GEORGIA RY.
Arrival and Departure of Passenger
_____Trains at Griffin, Ga. 1
The schedules are published as infor
mation and are not guaranteed:
North South
2:29 p.m. Altanta-Sav’h 11:06 p.m.
4:30 a.m. Atlanta-SavTi 9:07 a.m.
5:47 a.m. Chigo-Cin-Jax 11:66 p.m.
6:63 a.m. Chigo-St. L.-Jax 8:42 p.m,
9:01 a.m.*~ Atlanta-Macon 5:20 p.m.
12:25 p.m. Atlanta-Macon 2:17 p.m,
6:57 p.m. Atlant^-Albany 12:19 ajn.
Chattanooga Division
From: For:
2:30 p.m. Chattanooga 9:45 a.m.
8:15 a.m. Cedartown 5:25 p.m.
SOUTHERN RAILWAY
From: For:
Atlanta points—
5:53 p.m. East—West 10:02 a.m.
10:02 a.m. ColTjus-Ft.Valley 5:53 p.m.
FOR SALE
1 two story granite building
on N. Hill street with three
fronts on Hill street.
1 10-room house on S. Hill
street. This one of the fin
est homes in Griffin, with
east front. i
2 Bungalows on Oak st.
3 houses on Raymond st.
1 house on south Eighth st.
Phone 303 and 1028
T. EZRA MANN
10454 S. Hill St,
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