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would lose a great part of Its piquancy
if he could not discuss It beforehand
with the man he proposed finally to
execute.
Rutherford did so now—ventilating
his soul, discussing at length his griev
ances of all kinds—first against' Stan
ford Gorgam, and his uncle, and Jas
per Haig; and then at still greater
length against that Immaterial thing,
now grown more real than flesh and
blood Itself In his mind—the Gorgam
Trust. It was a curious thing to watch
and hear; he seemed both to hate the
Trust and to be in terror of it, as a
great, implacable, living enemy,
"Neither you nor I nor this thj| .on
the floor,” he said, again indii
Jasper ‘Haig, “nor all the other men
and women it has managed were a
match for It. The thing,” he -ex
plained, "is ennning. CunningT” he
repeated with an unpleasant smile.
"As -cunning as it is powerful! It’s
that—really that paper devil that’s to
blame, that’s brought us here together
mow, and is going te kill ua.
"Did I think," be Inquired, "when I
came here that Yd kHl Haig? Or this
;girl here? No. Not for a minute:
You—-but mot them i It wasn't I thnt
-did this thing, or planned It. Nor
Haig -either ! It's this thing—this Ink
and-paper devil—that planned it all,
and is doing it now. I cam see that
—anybody can but a fool.
"It’a as Simple as can be. I thought
for -years," he explained, "that I siauld
fool it. This thing here,” he said of
Jasper Haig again, “thought so, too.
Nothing doing! We did always what
it planned for us to do—in the end—
like now:!
"Like now ! I’m not doing this,” he
protested with a touch of sdfrplty In
his voice, "not myself! Nor this
thing here," he said, indicating Haig
once more, “nor anybody in the world.
This is the doing—the act of this
thing that’s got us ail. It’s big—it’s
cunning. It’s got us all, ending us!
It’s always done exactly what it want
ed. I’ve overheard it too, plotting and
planning several times lately,” be stat
ed, “plotting. ’
planning! Coming
around, speaking to Itself—in my bed
room nights—when It thought I was
asleep!
"But," he said, now rather boast
ingl.v—speaking in the manner of a
man who talks a great and terrible
secret finally out loud, in spite of who
or what may hear it, “there's some
thing else in this now. It’s had us,
always. But now I’ve got it, too!
When we’re gone,” lie cried out bold
ly, “when this is all over—it will be
gone itself! In fifteen seconds, now,
the Gorgam Trust will be dead—dead
as we are!"
Stanford Gorgam, standing rigidly
like a soldier at attention, could see
quite clearly that the end had come—
whatever it was to be. The end of the
lecture on his own shortcomings, the
speaker’s wrongs and the diabolical
machinations of the Gorgam Trust was
now at hand—in action. And still the
uncertainty In the muzzle of the re
volver which he had hoped and
watched for had not yet appeared.
There was nothing now but action 1
But at that time an uwxpected hap
pening Intervened. Suddenly, without
any intimation of life, the body of the
girl behind his opponent raised itself
from the floor and staggered, uncer
tainly, but with a surprising rapidity,
toward the hall 'door from behind
which still came" the whispers of peo
ple and the growling of the dog.
An acute change In the situation
had been created by this act.
“Stop!" called Hasbrouek Ruther
ford.
It was a confusing development to
a mind not exactly in condition for
quick decision—after twenty-four hours
of persistent drinking. If he turned to
fire at her, he exposed himself to the
enemy in front.
Stop!” he cried, but still the ob
stinate little fool of a girl went on
toward the locked door regardless—to
let in that crowd outside and the dog.
She staggered but did not falter. It
was necessary to do something. Has
brouck Rutherford fired one shot—
missing. For before he turned, the
other man was on him. He had only
time to turn again and shoot him some
where In the body when the door was
opened and that crowd and that d—d
dog was in! The situation was now
entirely reversed.
It had been the Intention of Has
■brouck Rutherford at least to turn to
finish up his work on the man now
lying-just before him on the floor. But
this, he now saw. would be Impos
sible.
Like a brown projectile the dog was
on him. It was an ugly thing—vicious,
■wiry; it must have weighed seventy
five pounds. He fired and missed It
Fortunately, though, the brute itself
missed its aim In a way. It caught
Instead of flesh the breadth of the
coat upon his shoulder, too lightly to
hold—and. struck, confused for a see-
<^S8T"»f5Klt' , ffie wall.
He started to fire again at the beast,
bat before be really could recover
himself te do so, the thing was up
again. Jt tore at hie extended hand,
unfortunately, and he lest his weapon
—It fell clattering on the floor.
There was nothing to do now but to
escape from thla thing, for that crowd
on the other aide of the room could
never interfere to time te save him
from it, probably—even If they tried
to. The unmangled bend of Dae
brouck Rartherford wag on the knob
of the outside doer into old Daniel
Gorgam’s private passageway, He
opened it with what quickness he
could, managed to start through It.
But unfortunately the dog came with
him. The spring lock clicked behind;
he found himself at the head of those
long white stairs, that hare, empty
spiral staircase, with nothing but one
hand for defense—and that half-mad
dog upon him. Caught tike a rat with
a~ weasel af the entrance of a stone
rat-hole!
No wonder Hasbrouok Rutherford
cried out so hoarsely that they heard
him through the thick door, with that
great beast at bte throat!
They found him when they came In.
far down at the bottom of the shiny
stairs, a great, loose bulk against the
outside door—the dog standing over
him.
“They’re that way,” said the English
servant wbo bad lifted him, comment
ing afterwards, "those dogs! I’ve seen
them In the old country. They never
touch a thing that’s dead!"
“He must have fallen backward
when the beast jumped at him—from
Just near the top,” gaM the other to
whom he spoke, discussing the prob
abilities of whet no man actually saw.
“Wbat could you expect?” asked the
other. "A heavy mas like that—strik
ing backward on his neck."
But whatever may have been the
exact and unanticipated cause of Has
firou-ck Rutherford's ewn death, his
prophecies concerning the extinction
of the Gorgam Trust had not yet been
fulfilled. Hi fact, a very singular situ
ation had been created by his last
act. The two chief active agents—
the physical brain and body, so to
speak, of that great legal person
had gone. But the Trust itself lived
on. Aad it still held in its incorporeal
grasp the young ward around whose
person It had been constructed.
CHAPTER XIH
To students of large financial affairs
it will be of more than ordinary inter
est to know—what has never been an
nounced so far as yet—the Intimate
and inside story of the steps leading
up to the final demise of that now
widely-famous creature of the law, the
Gorgam Trust—and incidentally of the
termination of its power over the
young woman with whom it had been
brought into such a remarkable and
dominating relation. The end actual
ly came, it may now be announced
—as so often in legal intricacies of this
kind—by means of a compromise.
The first instinct of the Trust’s ward,
after that terrible night, was to flee,
to get as far away from this place
and its influences—from this great in
tangible power which held her—as pos
sible. But a little reflection showed
her how 'impossiblenits would her The
Trust was still alive, and she its ward.
And even if she could escape—which
she probably could not do—she would
be still in the eyes of the law Ade
laide Rutherford, still always liable
to capture and return as a legal ward,
mentally irresponsible. The more she
considered the situation, the more she
realized that she was still the prisoner
of the Trust, and would remain so un
til she was released by the one per
son who could do this.
He still remained, that one person
who was able to free her, like the
young deliverer from the monster in
a Greek legend—bound fast by his
weakness, his wound. Desperately
hurt, he was slowly recovering. One
outside can probably only faintly real
ize the suspense and apprehension
with which the ward of the Gorgam
Trust heard each morning the daily
news which came from behind the high
dark door of the sick-room into which
young Gorgam had been taken.
For naturally she was terribly con
cerned over what she had done
caused to be done to others—taking
the blame personally to an extent, it
seems, not believed by other observ
ers justified by the actual part she
had taken in the matter at the invi
tation of Jasper Haig. And not un
naturally she was more than all (im
eemed over this young man for whose
dangerous condition she felt especial
ly responsible and guilty.
As Stanford Gorgam grew gradual
ly better, It was a time of intense
and more or less mingled emotions to
the girl; finally after a number of re
quests on his part, he was allowed to
see her. The happenings of that last eve
ning were forbidden to discussion. To
Mary Manchester’s great remorse and
shame, the patient did, however, raen
tion the matter of her having saved
his life—as he saw It. Feeling It was
not *>, knowing what she had really
done to endanger his life, this was
an intense strain upon the girl’s emo
tions, especially as she was forbidden
any discussion, or contradiction of the
patient
She now felt an added sense of re
sponsibllity and guilt of which she
could not rid herself, and beause of
which the idea came to , her, it ap
peals, that it was her duty to atone
personally for her acts In every pos
sible way. And when jghe was finally,
at the end of a considerable number
of Interviews, allowed the possibility
of freer talk with the patient, ahe
broke Into a distinct and bitter vein
of self accusation.
The young man watching her from
his .invalid’s chair interrupted fingjly
GRIFFIN DAILY NEWS
with'"a ’gleam' of characteristic ifmiTSe
meat In hts eye. He was of a humor
ous and quizzical temperament, evi
dently;
"All this Is pretty hard on met" h*
Interjected with a smile.
"What?” she asked, surprised a lit
tie.
"One part especially—the part whert
I come In. You take it rather lightly.”
“I,” she summered, “take It light
SJS It! ^ t?nrl y WaS n0t tnMi
„.. About my life , 1 * being saved, by soro«
c
‘Yes," she said, her face flushing
•after planning to rob you! Aftet
bringing you in where you were al
most killed!"
Don t talk to me like that!* h<
said laughingly. "It's bound to mnki
my temperature rise!” For of ceursi
he was not yet very strong.
(To be continued)
BIG CHARGE FOR SPACE
Old Giles was suffering from lum
bago and the doctor decided to paint
bis back with some kind of tincture,
As the doctor was leaving the house,
the old man’s wife asked: “Wbat'U
yer fee be?"
•One dollar, please,” «H the doctor. !
• * Wbat!” cried the good woman, ”61
for painting my husband’s back, and
I can get my whole kitchen done for
$ 2 . 00 . »»
Much Improved
Mrs. Flatbush—liy husband sur
prised me very much tonight.
"When be came home ha was M pa
tleut and good-natured a. could be.”
“Of course. He’d been playing go U
and be probably lost all his temper on
the flm Mnka Hnks ’’_Vmii-cr, >-Yonkers Statesman.
Seizing an Opportunity
Mrs. Tattle—I’m rather bard to
please. Have you had much experi
ence as a maid?
Applicant—I worked for Mrs. Neigh
bar for six months before she and her
husband separated.
Mrs. Tattle—111 engage you. Now
tell me all about it
POOR FELLOW
--wPS IPS % %
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It m
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£.
_ Bug (who , . needs
a shave)—Oh,
shucks, I thought that was a barber
pole, and it’s a stick of peppermint
candy !
The Girl for Me
Aoy girt can bo gay in a classy coupe;
In a taxi they all can be jolly.
But the girl worth while Is the one
that can smile .........
When you’re taking her home on tbs
trolley.
Using Caution
Old Rich Fellow—So you’re going
to take my daughter from me with
out any warning?
Nervous Young Man—Not at all,
sir. If there Is anything about her
you want to warn me of I’m wUllng
to listen.
The Lesser Evil
Country Teacher—If you don’t tell
me who drew that caricature on the
blackboard I’ll give you a whipping.
Pupil—Whip ahead! It won’t be
nothin’ to what that boy’ll gimme If I
tell on him.
SEEMED THE RIGHT PLACE
h
h
"What made you think you could
get your watch fixed at a second-hand
store, you gink?”
“Well, only the second-hand was
broke!
Pictures Missing
Of "words, words, words," spoke Ham
let sad.
Hie friends In de'ep dejection
Remarked, “It really Is too bad
He got no comic section 1”
Preference _ ,
"Here comes Mrs. Gabblns. I think
I'll have Nora tell her Ym out”
“Won’t the still, small voice of con
science reproach you?”
but I’d rather listen to the
still, small voice than to hers.”
Queen Victoria of England was
taught German until she was 12
years old.
Poppies eaten with honey made a
delectable desert for the old Roman
families.
11
IT ISN’T MUCH
OF A STORY
♦
By FRANK WALL
Q<Kjtl45<H>454>o<H3t>04>04!H>4J<H)HC»<H>ti«
(C.Doubieday.p.i,, a Co., Q«d*naiy.N.r )
0 NCE his little npon ship « **»« John Storm put
out to sea anti was
wrecked. It really Isn’t much of a
8t0ry> The ° n,y ‘“testing polat l.
tna t was his good qualities rather
than hie bad ones that brought him to
disaster,
In the first place he was a perfect
foo! where women were concerned.
Then again, he was altogether too
much In earnest where his heart was
involved, And lastly, he was of a
passionate temperament. The last two
qualities sad been wished on him by
his ancestors and the first was just
natural to him. .
He lived In one -of those nondescript
rooming houses In the Bohemian cen
ter New York, and be had two
charming neighbors. On one side of
hi™ there was Mary Content, engaged
10 ^e "legitimate Mne" of theatrical
work - ftn elusive piece of loveliness,
say and tender by turns and nothing
Ion *> 8ave where her heart was oon
cerne< Storm’s ^- tremendous I® that respect quality she of had all of
ae8S > and something over. One might
surmise that she would be slow to give
her heart, but staunch as a rock whan
It was given; but in the event of dis
illusionment she would be adamant
Marie Ledoux, the vaud«vjl|e artipto
wbo occupied the room on the other
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ThCT *
wa Y- I® her case, one might surmise
that her ^ w<nlla b , ro0TVd
as a leaf is blown before every passing
wind- One might surmise, too, that if
her vanity were touched she would
play with a man as a cat {days with a
mouse before striking the Ufa out of
It.
She usually returned from her thea
ter about midnight, end had given her
self a standing, invitation to call In at
Storm’s room for a cup of coffee. That
is where the first scene in the IKtte
eomedy was staged: Storm’s room,
cheaply famished In rooming-house
style, small table In center, with cof
fee cups, a chair on either side: Storm
and Marie discovered seated.
Marie is telling of her triumphs,
from which an experienced hearer
would deduct the usual trade discount;
■ but Storm, not being experienced,
swallows it hook, line and stoker. Yet
he has his limitations, and they are
reached when she passes on to lament
the quality of the femininity in the
rooming house.
“I haven't a rival here,’’ she says
complacently,
Perhaps he sirs up a little more
erect at that. Perhaps something ln
tangible but opposing In the look he
gives her stirs her easy vanity, “I’m
lovelier than any one here,” site says.
“With one exception,” he says quiet
ly, putting his head in the lion’s
mouth, as it were, ____________
“Without any exception.”
You ore .... lovelier than any other
woman In this house with one exeep
tion,” he says, a little unsteadily.
"But that exception makes all the rest
of you as nothing to me.”
Marie laughs a little and changes
the subject. They talk of indifferent
matters, while her eyes regard him
with a strange Intentness. It stirs him
profoundly. Then she rises to go and
in that moment she lifts her face
slowly to his. Her eyes are gleaming
like pools of fire, tier Ups move sinu
ously.
‘Tm lovelier than she Is,” she whis
pers.
«» No,” he says doggedly, ‘You
are
lovely, but she is more lovely to me.”
She throws an unsteadiness Into her
voice that shakes him for a moment.
“Say I’m more lovely than she Is,” she
says again: “Say It ... say It .. .
quickly ... say yes . . .”
“No," he says harshly; “I won’t"
And she only smiles at his harsh
ness.
She continues to call at his room
every night, but she always talks of
casual matters. But about a week la
ter she Invents a secret to tell him and
leans forward to whisper it so that her
hair brushes warmly against his face;
and then, at sometning she sees In his
eyes, she holds him swiftly.
“I’m lovelier than she is,” she whis
pers.
He thrusts her roughly from him
h nd she GUIs hack in her chair. Her
eyes are closed and he draws nearer,
full of remorse.
“Ah," he says, "I’ve hurt you. *»
Her eyes open slowly, flashing full
Into his. Say I’m lovelier than she
is,” she murmurs; and he stares at
her* with a kind of wildness, and then
turns and runs out of the room. And
again she smiles at her own thoughts,
He goes back to his own room. Per
haps Marie, when she arrives, sees the
sign for which she has been waiting;
perhaps It la Just a chance ahot on her
part. She cornea In more quietly than
uaual, and In some strange fashion the
passion that la in him for the other
girl leaps forward to meet Marie. He
stands up. He is losing his control
and he knows it; and she knows It
"Ah," he says. "You are lovely."
“Kiss me I" she whispers suddenly.
He doesn’t answer, Just crushes his
lips on hers. And In that moment
staring over her shoulder, he sees the
other girl standing at the door. She
has come to give him her answer.
It really Isn’t much of a story,
cept that it happens to be trna.
Lodge Directory
WARREN LODGE
No. 20, I. O. O. F.,
Monday night at 7:39 at Warren
Lodge Hall. Visiting brothers COT
dially invited.
&. A. PEEL, Secretary.
W. T. ATKINSON, N. G.
MERIDIAN SUN LODGE
No. 26. F. & A. M.
Regular meeting Tuesday night,
October 7th, 7 o’clock. Note change
in hour. Visitors welcome.
C. H. Scales, W. M. Bill Wells, fisc.
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,
10, R. A. M.
Regular meeting, Second and Fourth
Thursday, 7:30 p. m. Visitors wel
come. WM. T. ATKINSON, H. P.
BILL WELLS, Secretory.
Ben Barrow Lodge
No. 587 F. & A. M.
East Griffin, meets first and third
Thursday nights in each month at 7
o’clock. Visiting brothers welcome.
L. B. GUEST, W. M.
CLIFFORD GRUBBS, Secty.
Funeral Directory
HAISTEN BROS. CO.
FUNERAL DIRECTORS
AND EMBALMERS
GrifRn and Senoia, Georgia
Office Phone 575. Res. Phone 68
FRANK S. PITTMAN
Funeral Director
and Embalmer
Office Phone 822. Res. Phone 68.
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
Your Business
J. C. BROOKS 0. S. TYUS
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Railroad Schedule
CENTRAL OF GEORGIA RY.
Arrival and Departure of Passenger
Trains at Griffin, Ga.
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-Sav’h 9:07 a.m.
5:47 a.m. Chigo-Cin-Jax 11:55 p.m.
6:53 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_
5:57 p.m. Atlanta-AIbany 12:19 a.m.
Chattanooga Division
From: For;
2:80 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 10:42 a.m
10:02 a.m. CoHius-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.
2 Bungalows on Oak st.
3 houses on Raymond st.
1 house on south Eighth St
Phone 303 and 1028
T. EZRA MANN 1
104K S. Hill St
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with explosives of those icebergs
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REAL ESTATE AND
INSURANCE 4>
FOR SALE
.Three choice lots on South Hill
street.
The attractive Royster home, South
12th street.
FOR RENT
Offices 114 West Solomon street.
Will improve to suit tenant,
S. G. BAILEY
Real Estate and Insurance
114 E. Solomon St.
Phones: Office 2. ~ Res. 1
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