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Chapter IV
At half-past seven in the evening
Joan descended from the train at Lan
caster station, after an all-day ride.
It was like going home. Joan could
not see her village, which was on a
branch line, but at Medlington she
was only four miles away, There
were tile same misty mountains, break
ing the horizon tine, the same small,
-straggling towns, the same fragrance
of the deep forests, bringing back to
her those remembrances which a
chance odor suddenly unlooses, as at
the touch of some magician’s stave.
The two years that site had spent at
Avonmouth seemed to slip out of her
recollection. .
As the afternoon flew by the dis
tant mountains changed into a serni
■ circle of irregular heights. Now the
train was climbing into the foothills.
It was a lonely land. This was fur
ther in the back country than Joan
had ever been. The villages were be
coming mere_clustera of negro cabins.
There had been two changes of trains
and each time the coach became shab
bier and more disreputable, and more
impregnated with tobacco smoke. The
character of Joan’s fellow travelers
changed as well. They were un
couther, they wore chin beards and
rough store suits; they sat perspiring
and collarless, the soft hats pulled
over their foreheads. But site looked
at them with the loving appreciation
of her own people that was in her
'heart, and they, in the presence of the
pretty girl who was traveling alone,
displayed the innate courtesy of the
Southerner.
The sun descended; it was gilding
the whole land with level rays of gold
•and dancing on the horizon like a
bail when the train pulled into Lan
caster, the last station before Mili
'Vllle, the terminus. Joan got down
and looked about her.
The station was a tiny place and
•seemed deserted. The booking office
•was closed. In the waiting room, ap
pearing almost to fill it, was a stout
negress with a dozen parcels; from
the wicker -sides of one two hens’
’heads with blinking eyes protruded.
Outside a ramshackle buggy, with a
lean chestnut horse attached,
drawn up to the edge of the muddy
road.
A well-dressed young mountain boy
in a hard-felt hat was standing be
side h. As Joan came out of the sta
tion he turned toward her. took off his
hat. and bowed.
“Miss Wentworth?” he inquired. In
a well-bred tone.
“Yes. You are from the Institute?”
“Yes. Miss Wentworth. Mrs. Fraser
will be expecting you.” He looked be
yond her. and Joan, turning, perceived
to her discomfiture the man Myers, in
hie hard bat. 'He must have -traveled
up In the train with her.
Myers caene forward, taking off bis
hat grudgingly, Miss Wentworth,
I’iB.sorry tf l annoyed you last night,”
he said. “1 ought to have explained
to you that Cm the secretary of rhe
institution, f guess my manners ain’t
very good, hut I meant uo harm.”
Joan, who had witnessed his pres
ence with consternation, now f«M a
sodden reaction from her fears. Of
coarse, Myers’ explanation made the
situation intelligible.
She bowed, and be turned to the.
boy. “You can take Miss Wentworth
up,” he said. “I’M find a buggy some
. where."
As there was only room for two in
the buggy, Joan did not demur to the
, proposition. She stepped In, the
young man holding out his hand to
guard her dress from the wheel. Joan
glanced at the man with momentary
Interest. He had the appearance of a
gentiemnn. and the manners of one.
There was no hint of either servility
or presumption, and yet there was a
sort of independence about the man
which fitted him admirably. He
flicked The horse, and the buggy began
to crawl out of the station yard along
the single street of a tiny village,
straggling uphill. It was a white vil
lage, but clusters of^jji’antles a little
back among the pines betrayed tbe
presence of the Jilack element. There
wns a store or two, their fronts plai
tered with tobacco and baking powder
advertisements, and in front of each
stood a gaunt, yellow-faced fall I man,
chewing and gazing after tiie^buggy
with unanlmnted face.
“This is Lancaster?" asked Joan.'
“Yes. Miss Wentworth.”
"The people here look- depressed."
“There's a good deal of sickness.
Slisa Wentworth. Hookworm, and
what they used to call malaria. But
there Isn’t any malaria here; it’s bad
diet—salt pork and soda biscuits. And
there's pellagra ; It’s been here for gen
erations, but it vvusn’t till, last year
that the medlcnl commission dlscov-
ered It. 1
Tlie coachman’s knowledge might
have been ludicrous in most men of :
his class, but there was nothing ridic
ulous in the grave, refined face of the
young mountaineer. He must have
picked up some knowledge at the in
stitute, thought Joan.
’But It’s liealthy up in the hills,
Miss Wentworth,” he added, “This
village is Millville? They used to grow
cotton In the valley over yonder, hut
the frost killed the crops three years
ago, and the mill fell into ruin. Quite
a little water power in that stream.”
The buggy ascended a steeper
grade,-the horse breaking Into a short
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gallop near lfe every summit, and then
resuming .leisurely crawl.
“That’s the Institute, Mise Went
worth,” the coachman continued,
pointing toward a straggling building
on a little plateau It had the appear
ance of a large but rather dilapidated
farmhouse. ‘‘It's three miles by the
road,” he added, "but less than a mile
over the hills.”
The horse had stopped to gain
breath again, booking back, Joan
-saw a white line that crept upward
over the rocky slopes almost direct
from tlie station to tlie building. Half
way up was a little speck of black
i hat seemed to move. Joan knew it
was Myers’ hard hat. his body being
hidden from view among the bushes.
She shuddered slightly; the uian was
very repugnant to tier.
Tbe horse went on again, the road
winding uphill through pastures gay
with buttercups and white with little
tranched asters. It dipped between
hedgerows pink with meadowsweet.
The win had set, bwt it* light still
gilded tbe hills. The scene Was very
peaceful. Now tbe institute seemed
Jo swing out from among the undula
tions of the mountain flanks imme
diately In front of them.
The buggy catne to a standstill be
fore the long wooden tmHding, which
was of uoshlBgled boards and very
much the worse for weather. It had
not been painted for years, and two
windows in one wing were broken. A
patch of weedy, on mown lawn extend
ed between what had once been
hedges, but were now men tangles of
undergrowth. Nearby was a large
lndosnre In which were a few chick
ens, picking for grains of corn, and
a cow at pasture turned her head and
gazed at them placidly.
The door opened and a pieasant
looking woman came forward.
"‘How do you do, Miss Wentworth,"
she said. “I am the matron, Mrs.
Fraser. Doctor Lancaster telegraphed
about your coming. Til show you
your room, and your supper will be
ready in a few minutes.”
Joan descended. Tlie driver, who
had leaped to the ground, held his
hand over the wheel, but did not offer
it to her. Then he re-entered the bug
gy. and, rattier to Jotin’s surprise,
drove off along the road by which
they had ascended
The girl, after a moment’s .hesita
tion, preceded Mrs. Fraser into tlie
building. She saw a long corridor,
with a number of doors on either side,
and tlie stairs In front of her.
Yon would like to see the build
ing, Miss Wentworth?" asked the ma
tron.» “Or perhaps you are tired and
would prefer to go to your room."
«< No, I should like to see It Have
you many patients?”
“Only Mrs. Dona. She’s always
here, you know. There was a boy
with a broken arm, but he left this
morning. In winter, though, we’re
often crowded. it Isn’t much of a
place, Miss Wentworth, but we do a
little good This is tiie doctor's apart
ment. He sleeps here; next door is
the clinic, and next to that the operat-
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ing room. Here we keep the supplies.
This Is m,v rppm. Mr. Myers, the sec
retary. has his room opposite the doe
tor’s. This is the dining room, and
here is the kitchen. Now I’ll show yon
your room upstairs, Miss Wentworth."
i The corridor above was a replica of
the one below. At the bead of the
stairs a little passage branched off
toward a large window in the wall.
with a door to one side of it.
•'Mrs. Dana occupies this room,"
said the matron. “Perhaps the doc
tor mentioned her?"
“Doctor Lancaster said something—"
“She is .out of her mind, poor worn
an, Inst she is perfectly quiet, too
see. Miss Wentworth, she is like an
infant mentally. She will -not trouble
you. Excuse me a moment, »»
She drew a key from the hunch that
hung at her waist and unlocked the
door very softly, and with a certain
furtiveness, Joan thought. Looking
in. t!8? girl saw a strikingly handsome
won, hi) of about seven and thirty
years, seated in a chair beside a win
dow. with a shawl over her knees. She
was in a dressing gown, and her hair
hung over her shoulders in two braids.
She did not look up or stir as the
matron entered, and Mrs. Fraser, after
closing the door behind her, presently
came out and locked it again.
“I’ll show you your room now, Miss
Wentworth,” she said. “You will be
alone on this floor except for Mrs.
Dana, but you are not afraid of her?”
“Not in the least. Is she Incurable?
“Yes, quite, poor thing. She has
sat in that chair all day for nearly
three years.
•i And never goes out?"
“Out? No, we don’t let her out. It
might excite her. But I am not sup
posed to speak about the cases. It’s
very sad, though. She comes of a
very good family, and they neglected
her when she was in trouble, Miss
Wentworth, and she’s as good as dead
to everyone now. She never speaks,
but I don't know whether she could.
Tve never heard her since I came
here three years ago. This Is tlie
ward. And this is yonr room.”
The open doors along the corridor
had revealed clean little rooms with
iron bedsteads and plain furniture;
the room at the end of the passage,
however, was well furnished, with a
heavy new carpet and old mahogany
furniture. Outside the window,
through the twilight, appeared the
distant mountains.
Joan, turning, was surprised to see
Mrs. Fraser watching her intently. As
their eyes met the matron lowered
her own in gome confusion. There
was a furtiveness about her glance
that momentarily revived Joan’s un
easiness. It was a strange journey,
and Doctor Lancaster’s behavior had
been strange. Then there was tlie
man Myers. Joan felt a sudden sink
ing of the heart; she was almost re
gretful that she had come.
A colored maid brought up her suit
case.
“This Is Lucy,” said the matron.
“She will do anything you tell her.
She sleeps Overhead in the attic. And
my room is underneath,” slie added;
“so If you should want anything at
any time. Just tap on the radiator,
and I’ll come up at once. And supper
will be ready as soon as you are.”
In the bail Joan found Mrs. Fraser,
ten minutes later, talking to the sec
retary.
“Miss Wentworth, this is Mr. My
ere,” she began.
“We’ve met already,” said Myers,
scrutinizing her closely. He seemed
now to wear the same furtive air as
Mrs. Fraser; it seemed part of tbe
atmosphere of the institution. Joan
had perceived it in the coachman, too.
"Miss Wentworth is to have charge
of the nursing under Doctor Jenkins.”
said Mrs. Fraser.
“I hope I shan’t conflict with—" be
gan Joan doubtfully,
“Not at all, not at ail,” said Myers,
speaking with false heartiness, “l
hope wp shall all get along well to
gether.”
Joan refused to face the problem
of Myers’ undoubted hostility. She
went into The dining room, and found
t» her rebel that the table was only
laid for one. \
“Mr. Myers h bad supper?” she
asked.
“You are to bafe your meals alone.
Miss Wentworth," answered the ma
tron.
"But I should aot wish—”
“It is the doctor’s orders," said Mrs
Fraser, in a tone of finality.
Coming in with the dessert, Mrs
Fraser found her nodding at the table
The girl had begun to feel an Intense
fatigue after the all-day journey. She
began to realize, too. that her work
at the hospital had been harder than
she had known. »
“I believe I shall go straight to
bed,” she said.
“The best thing you can do, Misf
Wentworth. Everybody ' feels sleepj
when they first arrive here. It’s tin
hill air. You must rest well, Miss
Wentworth, and please remember It's
you who give the orders.
She preceded her up the stairs, car
rying an oil lamp. She set it down in
Joan’s room, and then she seemed to
hesitate.
“Miss Wentworth," she said, “the
doctor wants us to do everything we
can to make you comfortable. There
Isn’t likely to be any work unless
some patient comes in. Yon were not
to attend Mrs. Dana. I think?”
“I was told not.”
“That’s so. Miss Wentworth.” The
matron's air was a very decided one
and again conveyed the impression of
something hidden, which waB, further
meant to remain hidden. “The doctoi
I wired me that, t don’t suppose b<
said anything about Mrs.\ Dana t<
you? Or—or Mr. Myers?” \
(To Be Continued)
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It’s going to be a great race
for popularity this fall between
the two-button and three-but
ton models in young men’s
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The three-button style has
been in the lead for some time,
and is still ahead by a nose as
they turn into the stretch, but
the two-button type is coming
fast. You can count on being
in the money no matter which
one you back.
Tlie season’s style tendency is
toward ease of drape. The
coats have athletic looking
shoulders, and hang with plenty
of freedom, but are a trifle
more snug across the hips. But
ton spacing is wide and pockets
are set low. The straight hang-
Young Farmer Surely
Played in Hard Luck
“A young farmer had been somewhat
too much of a general lover before he
settled upon one sweetheart In particu
lar, but this time he was truly at
tached to his Emily. It was about a
month before the wedding, on a moon
less night; and as he led a white heifer
past tlie public house the door sudden
ly opened and a man stumbled out into
tbe road, a little confused in his brain
by too much beer. Now, this reveler,
on returning home, endeavored, like
tunny another husband, to placate ids
wife by offering her a scrap of gossip
—he had just seen that young So-and
kSo walking out with somebody in
white, and it wasn’t the right girl, be
cause she was at Doneaster.
“Next morning the wife, of course,
told a neighbor, and the neighbor
passed It on to the mother of the pros
pective bride, and, though the fiance
was able to explain everything, the
girl thought, on the whole, she would
prefer to have a young man who could
lead anything home at night—plain or
colored—without giving rise to talk.
—From “What I Have Gathered," by
J. E. Bnckrose.
I
Lord Didn’t See Much to
Admire in Wordtworth
Wordsworth is held up for the de
risive gaze of future generations in the
journal of the fourth Lord Holland,
published In London.
His lordship was a languid young
man of fashion, who employed part of
his leisure in the early days of the
Nineteenth century in keeping a rather
dull journal Into which the unlordly
public is at length permitted to gaze,
says the Living Age.
One paragraph, scrawled on the eve
ning of March 18, 1802, suffices, how
ever, to redeem the Journal, for, the
more important topic of food being
safely disposed of. Lord Holland be
stows three aristocratic sentences on
Wordsworth:
“Dined at the B.’s. A very dull af
fair. We had. however, asperges, a
rarity at this season. Lady B. in
formed me that these, as well as the
pommes de terre, were sent direct from
ftie estate. Over the wine talked with
n young Mr. Wordsworth-g-a pompous,
conceited kind of young nan, and a
poet. He belongs to the new school of
ranting, canting, Germanizing vapor
Ists. One ims to meet very odd people
sometimes.”
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Calderon, the celebrated Spanltfl
dramatist and poet, was an lndefatlg 1
able worker. He composed during hia
life 111 plnys and 73 sacramental play*
for the church. He enjoyed exvraor.
dinary popularity
The white of an egg and rattle
make poison are formed of identi
cally the same amounts of the
;sme elements.
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bounded by the Franz-Jofcf quay on
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PAGE SEVEN
CHEERFUL INFORMATION
"Are you the plumber? *1
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Well, see that you exercise ca
when doing your work. All my
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cellent condition."
"Oh, don't worry about me slip
pin’ mum. I've got nails in me
boots."
TAKING NO RISKS
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trying to pass our Coles-Choice? tf
a It's the professor of Greek.”
N Then I’ll slow and let him
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WARREN LODGE
No. 20, I. 0. 0. F., meets every
Monday night at 7:30 at Warren
Lodge Hall. Visiting brothers cor
dially Invited.
R. 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 W ’11s. Sec.
W. 0. w.
Meets every Thursday, 7:30 p. jn.
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.
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Pythagoras No. Chapter,
10, R. A M.
Regular meeting, Second ami Fourth
Thursday, 7:80 p. m. Visitors wel
come. WM. T. ATKINSON, H. P. ,
BILL WELLS, Secretary.
Ben Barrow Lodge
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Next meeting Oct. 2nd.
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Funeral Directory
HA1STEN BROS.
FUNERAL DIRECTORS 1
AND EMBALMERS
Griffin and Senoia, Georgia
Office Phone 575. Rea. Phone 68
FRANK IS. PITTMAN
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and Embalmer
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With
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Railroad Schedule
CENTRAL OF GEORGIA RY,
Arrival and Departure of Passenger
Trains at Griffin, Ga.
The schedules are published aa infor
mation and are not guaranteed:
North South
2:29 p.m. Altanta-SavTi 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-Albany 12:19 a.m.
Chattanooga Division
From: For:
2:30 p.m. Chattanooga 9:45 a.m.
8:15 a.m. Cedar town 5:25 p.m.
SOUTHERN RAILWAY
From: For:
Atlanta points—
. 5:53 p.m. East—West 10:02 a^
110:02 a.m. Col^ua-FLValley 5:53 p.: