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Friday, October 3,1924. 1 " ' — ■ *m*p to* | . liVICTOR SOUL i m j 1 Mhi ROUSSEAU , l . \ _ ; COPYRIGHT by W.G.CHAPMAN ; ' _ h f j i | ' j i j 1 H j 1 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 " j ii' \ \\ m SR 9 7^ The Horse Breaking inte a Short Gal lop Near Every Summit. 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- GRIFFIN DAILY NEWS 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) YOUNG MEN’S STYLES FOR FALL Tf A x 4 ! \ A / * s ) ~ \ < 1 r V N. \ /l \ ». <■ V y # \ m j'S > * I** LXj 7V m •'••• Y-, Wit a \ r V fasti #<***!* : / p •vlftJWQt • • ‘iiM ■ Copyright aft mit 1924 Hart Schaffner & Marx 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 'suits? 7 \ 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.” ■ i Calderon’* Bui? Pen ■> 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. HEAD OF THE LEGION f '* Wt ■ \ Col. James A. Drain of Washington who waa elected commander of the American Legion at tlie convention in SL Paul, Minn. Vienese boulevard The Hing-fcjtrasse in Vienna Is a se- 1 ien of boulevards 'about three miles long, occupying the site of an ancient line of fortifications which, until 1888 separated the old or inner portion of the city from the new or outer portion Ring-Strasse Is l6r> feet wide and forms the boundary line of live sides of an Irregular hexagon, the sixth side beint bounded by the Franz-Jofcf quay on the Daouhw canal aJTCH! V.ir \ Money HUNTS back GUARANTEED without question JjSr | 7 Mf IISKIN (Hunt’s DISEA8E Solve and Soap), REMEDIES fail in U IA 17 the treatment of Itch. Bctema, Rineworm.Tetteror lo* other itch skin dieeesee.v* Try this treatment at our rim, WARD’S REXALL STORE SADDLES AND TIRES $20.00 Army Saddle at $5.69 30x3y 2 Cord Tires $8.00 30x3% Fabric Tires Come and See Them DIXIE ARMY STORE Next to Johnson Drujj Co. ing coats have the call in the colleges; young business men prefer a slight suppression at the waist. The waistcoat gives plenty of freedom thru tlie chest, with a flat, narrow effect at the waist line. The points are rather blunt. Trousers fit snugly at tbe waist, and hang straight and wide to the heavier cuffs which must break just right across the instep. Cheviots and unfinished wor steds are popular fabrics. Blue, in solid colors and fancy pat terns, is the dominant color. Grays are good; London laven der is a new shade now strong ly in favor. PAGE SEVEN CHEERFUL INFORMATION "Are you the plumber? *1 it Yes, mum. It Well, see that you exercise ca when doing your work. All my floors are highly polished and in ex cellent condition." "Oh, don't worry about me slip pin’ mum. I've got nails in me boots." TAKING NO RISKS “Who is that guy in the flivver trying to pass our Coles-Choice? tf a It's the professor of Greek.” N Then I’ll slow and let him up go by. If I don’t, with examinations coming on next week, he might get the idea he can’t ever pass me at all.” ‘COLD IN THE HEAD” J* Those * n »cute subject attack to frequent of Nasal "colds'' Catarrh. ge nX '' are r ?r y n H r ! ln down" condition. ” A £. LS - a CATARRH . MEDICINE is a Treatment . consisting of an Olnt tt L be Iwsn’ty, and a Tonic, whieh acts Quickly through the Blood on the Mucous Surfaces, building up System, to "colds." and you less l£ P. gold J. by CJjeney druggists & Co., for over 10 Years, < Toledo. O. Lodge Directory mmtsm rnmm 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. C. C. STANLEY, Clerk. 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 No. 687 F. & A. M. Next meeting Oct. 2nd. L. B. GUEST, W. M. CLIFFORD GRUBBS, Secty., Funeral Directory HA1STEN BROS. FUNERAL DIRECTORS 1 AND EMBALMERS Griffin and Senoia, Georgia Office Phone 575. Rea. Phone 68 FRANK IS. PITTMAN Funeral Director *1 and Embalmer Office Pboae 822. Rea. Phone 68. E. D. FLETCHER Embalmer and Funeral Director With Griffin Mercantile Co. Office Phone 474 Res. Phone 481 •/ r /* • 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.: