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SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 27, 1924, if ■ r ;• z I3r ; i , •?- 5 i s = #,«v ‘ s ' s - < = = Qy GEORGE KIBBE TURNER § IlluitratkaM by Irwin Mycn = [niiimnritmuimnriii^ ra ,, n ir,r.AS Copyright Metropolitan Newipaper Service 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 % % T It m ' £. _ 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 ^ f B *** lfUl ^ L W * 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 v r-r *. 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 HOWS THIS? Jo HAJ.L'S what we CATARRH claim for It—rid MBmCimt Will of Catarrh Deafnes* your ir system or ca used by Catarrh. HAUL’S CATARRH MKDICIRK con sist* of an Ointment which Quickly Relieves the catarrhal Inflammation, and the Internal Medicine, a Tonic th^ which sets Surfaces, through the Blood on Mucous thue restoring normal condl vlQIlB, v J by Cheney dnigttsts for over 40 Tears, A Cr.„ Toledo Ohio. In 1923 it was decided for the first time to attempt the destruction with explosives of those icebergs which had drifted into the North Atlantic lanes of travel. Good Sleuth mm ri. p 4 - "A / ■ ■ £ ,< w ' . j !-v 3 few: I - - - \ ym trez \ V Hereuftei t.herv’tl lx in, i»iii»-» .ti,<, coiTHsponderH-e Krtiviot del eft 1i Clinton u It wui, M i % tuhovel tioldei ol diplomat- t si- v «ral mail oidt-i schools- n, cu-iociiin, who solved the m.vsierv ol the Brownfield double murder tiierv aftet police she rid a „d state ■JU IhorlUee huo (alied He rat, ar*»u with Earl Damian tie-low, rot eral mom he urtlM he huail, , 9i * *J «r i Trim Daom.it V f S. G. BAILEY 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 ■»l»K»WBIiniBlliPl!!lllllilltilI»illl!i!llllliffilllUUkiiltiHH fl mil iiiBMinaiwiBia«ia«iBB Follow The Crowds And Yon Will Eat at The BLUE GOOSE CAFE OPEN ALL NIGHT PAGE SEVEN