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WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 24, 1924. . •yiwnmntni.-, ■> *. Held inTrust CS : 5 = l s = GEORGE KIBBE TURNER 1= 5 Illiutrationt by twin Myen = fnunnnnnnnMnnuMUMHnHuu*... i Copyright Metropolitan Newspaper Service 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 *! 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 liwrssp*- 6 Bell-ans MiJ Hot Sure water Relief 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, Ignition Expert & m You already know that it is abso lutely necessary to have a good hot spark in order to explode the mix ture properly, This depends on many parts and some of these parts 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 vr/* ♦ 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, PAGE SEVEN