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Thursday, October 9, 1924.
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VICTOR ROUSSEAU
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F&r a few moments Joan felt no
match for the onsei of the madwoman. ,
But Mr*. Dana’s Impulse was soon esf
hnusted. Joan got her arms about her
body, pressing down the other’s arms
to her sides. Mrs. Dana suddenly bo
came passive, and the lights In the
eyes seemed to go out like extin
gulshed candles as the brain clouded.
Joan got the woman into the corridor.
At the farther end a little lamp was
burning.
Mrs. Dana went with her quietly,
walking like a mechanical figure. At
the head of the stairs appeared the
matron, wearing a white wrapper.
Behind her Joan saw the startled
faces of Myers and Lancaster.
The girl led Mrs. Dana Into her
room, and Mrs. Fraser came at her
heels, breathing hard In terror.
“Did she hurt you?” she gasped.
“How did she get out? Who let her
out? I should have told you she was
dangerous, but I never dreamed that
she could pick that lock. Did she—
did she try to harm you?”
“She had a piece of glass,” said
Joan, “but I took It away from her.”
“There was no glass in her room
last evenlng,” said the matron with
conviction.
Lancaster was approaching. Joan
was astounded to see the look of anger
on his face. “Who opened that door?’
he shouted.
“It’s all right now, Doctor-Lancas
ter,” came the matron’s voice from
within.
But Lancaster was shaking with ex
citement. He swung round upon
Myers.
“You are responsible for thlsl” he
cried. “You know my one point that
has to be carried out 1 told you to
have a bolt put on the door after she
got out before."
“Now, now, doctor, don’t excite
yourself, ■ said the secretary sooth
lngly. “You’re a sick man, you know.
It was unfortunate, but I’ll see It
doesn't happen again.”
Lancaster seemed beside himself
with fury, Tfir more angry. * indeed,
than the situation appeared to war
rant.
She might have killed Miss Went
worth!” he stormed, I’ve stood
enough from you without this. I’ve
suffered you. God knows, until you’ve
sapped my strength and crushed me
under your feet, and made me less of
a man than the meanest drunkard In
Millville, but now it’s ended. Get out
nf my sight 1 Leave the institute to
morrow !”
“Say," shouted Myers, "am I respon
sible If that woman got out of her
room? What’s the sense of, picking
on me? Didn’t you hire a nurse to
take care of your patients. Ain’t Mrs.
Dana a patient? Now there’s been
enough said, I reckon. You know
what I mean, doctor. Better go back
to your room and forget what you’ve
said tonight.”
"If ever 1 see your face after to
night, by G—d I’ll kill you I’’ shouted
Lancaster.
Myers slunk away toward the stairs.
“O, all right all right” he answered.
"I reckon you’ll be sorry tomorrow.
But I’ll hold you to what you’ve said.
I ain’t going to see that nurse bust
up my work here.”
He scowled fearfully at Joan as he
went down the stairs, a grotesque,
almost deformed figure In his loose
pojrmas. But Joao hardly heeded the
man. She did not know the cause of
Lancaster’s sudden outbreak of rage,
but she knew that It was part of the
whole dreadful problem, and that. In
fighting Lancaster's driving devil, she
was at work upon the darkest corner
of the dark mystery.
. “I think. Doctor Lancaster, you had
better go and lie iflojvn again," she
said. "No harm has been done, but I
nin very sorry you were awakened.”
He was leaning against the wall,
looking at her with a strange expres
sion upon his face, He breathed
quickly, like a man In uncontrollable
ngitatlon. Just then the mntron enme
out of Mrs. Doha's room.
“How did it happen, Mrs. Fraser?”
asked Lancaster.
The matron snapped the key In the
lock before answering, "I don't
know, Doctor Lancaster, •* she nn
swered. "The lock’s all - right. It
couldn’t have been picked. And I
swear I locked It Inst night Some
body must have let her out."
“That hound—I" began Lancaster,
but Joan . . Interposed. “She .
may have
found a key,” she said.
ihe matron shook her head. “No
key would fit that lock, except the
r,K ^J ® n *’" sh e nn swered.
“Why should , anyone tamper with
that lock?" Lancaster muttered. Sud
denly he broke dowD and covered his
face with hls hands. His shoulders
shook convulsively. Joan put her
hand on Ids arm.
"Doctor Lancaster, yon must go
back to your room now," she said. “It
was nothing, and It Is ail ended.”
*M1*» Wratwortb. If m will stay
don’t flatter yourself that it is all
for you. Doctor LaueitsTt*. TerhRfTS
I may want to save the most distin
guished surgeon In the South."
At ber words he started; he stared
at her, and then fell back upon the
pillow, hiding his face. Joan turned
away. Again she had touched some
hidden spring of memory; what It was
she could not know, but it was evi
dent that she had wounded him to the
quick.
Perhaps it was the contrast between
the office he held and the man he had
become. Perhaps it was the knowl
edge of his secret bondage which had
broken him down at last and driven
him back to the Institute, and Myers.
“Miss Wentworth, I want you to
lock my door and take away the key,”
he said, I may have a secret sup
ply somewhere.
“I don’t think you have,” answered
Joan. “You have none In this room,
have you?”
No.
“I believe that. Arid, anyway, I am
going to trust you. That Is part ol
your fight. 1 am going to trust you
He said good night In a low ton*
her and turned She away. lay down, Joan went but did up t< j
room. noi,
undress. She was afraid, and she ad
mltted that she was afraid, and noth
ing but Lancaster’s desperate need ol
her would have kept her an horn
longer In the Institute. But she was
exhausted from the day, and soon slif
was asleep.
She slept that sleep which brings
no recreation for the Jaded body ot
the overwrought mind. All the while
she was back with Lancaster in his
room below. In spirit. She knew that,
as he had said, the drug bondage was
ouly the climax of his difficulties
What had there been that had
wrecked the man? Jenkins’ hint «i
stolen funds? Of one thing she was
sure: Lancaster, sunken as Ire was,
was Incapable of dishonesty. No," she
must have placed a wrong construc
tion on Jenkins’ words.
And in her sleep her brain went on
puzzling over the problem. Only her
body was quiescent, and it lay wearily
In the bed like some chained captive.
But suddenly the urgent summons
of the brain shook from It the tram
mels of sleep. Joan listened Intently,
awake upon the Instant, as some wild
creature of the woods that senses
danger. Somebody was coming along
the corridor.
The footfalls were so soft and
stealthy that she might have thought
she was dreaming but for the sense
of Imminent danger, the knowledge
of some malevolent design. The steps
stopped and began again, the merest
touches of sound against the silence
of night, the lightest patter of bare
feet outside the door. *
Then the door begnn to open.
There was no moon, and the faint
starlight outside only seemed to ren
der darker the obscurity within. Yet,
through the darkness Joan knew that
a hand lay on the door Jamb, and that
a figure watched her across the room.
She leaped from her bed. “Who's
therfe?’ she called. In tones that
seemed to shock the silence.
She could see nothing now, and she
dared not turn aside to light her lamp.
She knew that the figure was crouch
ing somewhere. She heard the softest
breathing, but could not locate It In
the room. She felt the atmosphere of
evil that surrounded her. She started
to cross the room, groping, with arras
outstretched. Thep she found the In
truder and flung herself upon it
Her left hand closed about a wrist
" supple and strong. Her right hand
held another hand. They wrestled In
the darkness, their bodies tense but
motionless, only the hands and wrist
muscles at strife. Not a sound came
from their lips.
Joan thought It was a woman’s
hands she held. Her fingers sought
the menace In the closed fists. The
left hand of the Intruder was empty;
but in the right was a Jagged piece
of a broken tumbler that tinkled to
the floor.
As It fell, the other leaped at her as
If strung upon wires. Joan saw, very
dimly, the face of Mrs. Dana. She
was in her nightdress, with her feet
bare, and the ferocity of her nttnek
seemed atrocious In contrast with the
expressionless, maskllke features.
Only the eyes seemed alive, and they
burned with Implacable hatred, as If
they meditated revenge for all the ac
cumulation of a life’s wrongs.
The woman bore Joan backward.
The lamp fell crashing to the floor In
a debacle of splintered glass. A chair
was overturned. Mrs. Dana’s hands
sought Joan's throat, and they strug
gled In the darkness, crashing here
and there, upsetting the water pitcher,
smashing Into the swinging door.
Underneath her Joan heard Mrs. Fra
ser moving, and doors opening. There
were steps mi the stairs
GRIFFIN DAILY NEWS
with me till six It win heip me to
master myself. It is not the wear of
yielding to morphine; It Is my
thoughts: If y<50 the w Tio w one’s lire
Comes crowding upon one In the dark
ndfe»—’’
“I’ll stay with you," said Jonn.
“Let ns wait on-the veranda," said
Lancaster. “The air Is stifling In this
bouse. Put on a wrap and I will wait
for you there."
Joan ran upstairs and slipped on
her .cloak. When she got back Lan
caster had not moved from the door.
The secretary was packing noisily in
his room.
They went outside together, closing
the front door behind them, as tf to
shut in the evil influences In the place.
There was a hint of morning In the
air, In its freshness, in the paling of
the night above the eastern moun
tains.
Lancaster led the way toward the
chairs at the end of the veranda and
wiped the dew from them with his
handkerchief.
“When you came here," he said, as
they sat down, “when on the Impulse 1
I asked you to come here, 1 did not
dream that my Impulse was the
prompting of my good angel."
“You said I was your good angel,"
said Joan lightly.
“It ,was more than chance," said
Lancaster seriously. “It was the hap
piest thing that has ever come to me.”
"Doctor Lapcaster, I am only too
glad to have had the opportunity of
being of service. It Is what eyery
nurse would have wished."
No," he corrected her. "You have
brought more than service Into the
Institute. Do you know what you
have brought? Hopei”
She could hardly restrain her tears,
so deeply was she moved. She pul
her hand upon his. “Doctor Lancas
ter, it must never leave yon again,"
she answered. “Lift up your eyes
and look at the hills. How can one
help but hope? Hope lies ' all about
you.”
“When a man lives in darkness,"
said Lancaster gravely, "he cannot
lift up his eyes. I was broken long
before I became a victim of that
damnable drug- I fell Into the hands
of unscrupulous men. I had nothing
to live for. I dwelt in shadows, hard
ly knowing the dream from the reality,
and all the men and women about me
seemed like shadows nnti! you came.
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Joan Interposed.
1 could endure ray life only because
of its unreality; It was like a dream,
a nightmare, which, I knew, could not
last forever. ■
She did not answer, and be re
mained silent for a long time. It be
gan to lighten. Streaks of salfron ap
peared against the top* of the hills.
A bird awoke and called; another an
swered her.
But this Is hope,” said Lancaster,
taking Joan's hand, “You have
brought it to me, and I am never going
to lose It again. I am going to win
my fight against the drug, and then I
am going to regain all else that I have
lost”
He seemed upon the verge of a reve
lation, but he said no more. And now
the day was dawning.
The hall clock struck six. Joan
looked at Lancaster. His face was
twisted with pain, his lips were blood
less, from compression.
“You have made a splendid fight.
Doctor Lancaster," she said. “ Now
you shall have your hypodermic."
He rose up engerly, and she could
see the terrific strain that he was un
dergoing in the trembling of his limbs,
the eager look In his eyes. They went
back into the house. A light still
burned in the secretary’s room, but
no sound came from it At the door
of Lancaster’s room he stopped.
it Miss Wentworth," he said, ”1 have
something to say. and Something to
promise. I am not going to take that
dose. Tonight, perhaps, but not now.
If I take It and free my body from Its
suffering, I lose my soul again. I
lose that hope which you have given
me. And—I want to t s you thjg."
He handed her a tie bottle of
morphine, three-quarters fulL
«i t | 8 the bottle which yon took
from the drawer of my desk yester
day,” he said. “I stole It from your
pocket when you leaned over me last
night, vuhen you told me I was wln
mng. I was a thief-but I am a penl
tent thief, and I restore It Intact”
»No, Doctor Lancaster.” answered
the girl, smiling ss she took the bottle
from him. “That has no bearing upon
' your character; It was a symptom of
your disease.”
. “Wan. i didn’t take any." said Lan
(To Be Continued.)
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From time immemorial, leavening
gas has made the “touch" which
made the paste of flour and water
A a flat digestible and food—the loaf staff of life.
/ or biscuit is an
unleaven© . So it is that leaven
powder ing agents employed. such as yeast or baking
are
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To insure to the American housewife
cakes, complete muffins, leavening which of her is biscuits, impor
perfect digestion, etc., the so food
tant to pure
authorities found it wise to require a cer
tain standard of leavening strength in
baking powder.
To maintain minimum this guaranty deterioration of digestibility— of leaven
to insure packed
ing strength, baking powder is in tin.
This prevents Dampness absorption produces of atmospheric reaction mois
in ture. can—results in loss of premature leavening
tiie gas.
The food official, would properly condemn bak
ing powder if packed in cheap sacks.
B ut what about self rising flour? It comes to the
southern housewife from remote northern mills
packed in porous baking bags. What happens to this
mixture of materials and flour?
Chemical analysis shows that much of it has lost
its leavening strength before it reaches the consumer.
Breadstuffs made with such self-rising flours cannot
rise properly—they come to the table heavy, flat, and
soggy.
flours Why don’tjthe contain 0.5% pure food leavening officials demand the equivalent that self-rising the
gas, to
12% required of baking powder?
rect—the Calumet Baking last spoonful Powder is is scientifically and and legally the first cor
as pure sure as
Packed In tin—keeps the strength In
PATRICK NEWS
Ringgold Lodge, No. 90, F. V. A.
...... M., September 26 generously ».
very
gave to the ... Womans , Community „ .,
Club the , lower floor a of , the ,, Ringgold I,
Masonic . , hall „ , for the use of . the .. club , ,
work . for . as , long as they ... care to . use
it, and . also . a contribution . .... of flOO to .
, be spent . on repairs
:w necessary lm
provements. . The club . , will ... furnish , . ,
said .. room and . it ... for social . , gath
use
erings and many other purposes
which will be of benefit to the whole
community. They wish to invite
everyone who will, to eat at their
booth during the Griffin-Spalding
„ Fair . at ... the north ., side ., of , the ..
mam
entrance .____ of ... the agricultural ,, , , build- ...
ing. Attractive menu and prices
right. Come eat
Miss Mollie , Moss of Barnesville
spent Sunday with Mr. and Mrs. Lee
Collins,
Mrs. Emily Wallace entertained
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her children and their families Sun
day, October 5, in honor of the birth
day of her son, Pelham Wallace.
Mrs. Elizabeth Fuller of Villa
Rica was the week-end guest of her
sister, Mrs. Mahalah Burks.
Mr. and Mrs. T. W. Rhodes had
with them for dinner Sunday Rev.
C. C. Heard, Mrs. Gussie Manley
and Mr. and Mrs. J. R. Mitchell.
They attended preaching services at
Rehoboth in the afternoon.
Mr. and Mrs. Leon Pullin and Mr,
and Mrs. Jim Pullin formed a con
genial party motoring to the South
eastern Fair Wednesday.
Mrs. D. E. Clements and Mrs. W
S. Patrick spent Wednesday with
Mrs. Julian Compton near Jackson.
« Little Lucy Wallace recently spent
a week with her aunt, Mrs. Tom Bell,
at Milner.
Mrs. Meredith of Atlanta was call
ed Wednesday to the ledside of her
little granddaughter, Hildred Pat
rick.
Mr. and Mrs. Jess Heiplin of Lo
cust Grove, Mr. and Mrs. Jim Pullin
POULTRY FARM
MAKES CLEAN SWEEP
AT ATLANTA FAIR
The Hill Crest Poultry farm made
clean sweep at the Southeastern
Fair in Atlanta on its Jersey Black
Giants, winning every first prize in
every class on that fowl. The Hill
Crest Farm Giants have won more
prizes at the fair in tihe last three
years than all other exhibitors com
bined.
■ OLD MAIDS’ CONVENTION”
WILL BE PRESENTED BY
LADIES’ AID SOCIETY
The Ladies’ Ai<J Society of the
Kincaid M. E. churdh will meet with
;he Third M. E. church on Spalding
street, East Griffin, Saturday night,
October II, to put on a play, “The
Old Maids’ Convnetion.” The funds
will be used for the benefit of the
Third church.
GOITRE REMOVED
Operation Prevented by Pontiac
Engineer. Stainless Lini
ment Used.
Roy Crawford, 84 Summit Ave.,
Pontiac, Michigan, says: “I was
practically an invalid for one and a
half years, working only 48 days in
that time. Was troubled with chok
ing, dizziness, nervousness and close
.iess in the throat. Was told aa
operation was only relief. On tlia
advice of W. J. Vance, banker, Val
ley Park, Mo., I used Sorboi-Quad
ruple. I have now run an engine
40 days, am improved in health in
every Mrs. way even to taking on flesh.
Crawford will be glad to tell
or write any one about my expe
rience.”
Sold at all drug stores or write
Sorbol Company, Mechanicsburg,
Ohio. Locally at Mitchell Drug Co.
(Adv.)
BUICK Values 100%
1921—Ford Touring.
1924—Fdrd Touring.
1924—Ford Tudor Sedan.
1918— Buick Touring.
1919— Dodge Touring.
1920— Overland Touring. 1 1
I 1 ?!—Essex Coupe.
1921— Buick Sedan.
TERMS IF DE8IRED
SLATON MOTOR CO. i
BUICK DEALER
1W East Solomon St. Phone
of Jenkinsburg and Mr. and Mrs.
Roswell Pullin were guests of their
mother - Mrs ' Geor * ia Pullin - Sunda >’'
Miss Eloise Hammock spent Tues
day at A. and M. school in Barnes
ville, the guest of.her ' sister, Miss
Mattie Lou Hammock.
Mrs. Clara Jordan and Miss Sid
Connor were recent spend-the-day
guests of Mrs. W. S. Patrick,
Mrs. Jesse Futral and Miss Bessie
Beil were guests of Mrs. George *
Patld<dc Tuesday.
We are glad t0 haVe the 8Unshine
and the Warm weather since 8 ° much
ra5n reCently ‘ Evereyb ° dy 5s buSy
* atherin * Cr ° ps and * ettin * ready
attend the fair next week.
The Woman’s Club met with Mrs.
Ge ° ree Patrkk Tuesday afte ™<™
w5th 8 ,arge attendance -
Mr. and Mrs. Dan Elkins have
moved , to , T Locust . Grove; n u Mr. and
Mrs. „ Woodie Edwards to Griffin. Wc
regret to have them leave our com
munity, but igjsh for them much suc
cess in 1 their new homes.
Mrs. Virgil Daniel of Locust Grove
spent Sunday with Miss Ida Patrick.
Revs. O. K. Cull and S. C. Spiegel
.vere spend-the-day guests of Mr.
and Mrs. Roswell Welden Monday of
last week.
Mr. and Mrs. W. S. Patrick and
family spent Sunday with Mr. and
Mrs. P. P. Patrick.
Mr. and Mrs. Leon Pul In and fam
ily spent Sunday with Mr. and Mrs,
O. W. Sims.
Mr. and Mrs. John Robert Mitchell,
W. S. Patrick, D. L. Patrick and
others attended the Flint River asso
ciation at Zebu Ion Wednesday and
Thursday of last week.
Little Miss Hildred Patrick is very
sick. We wish for her a speedy ro
covery.
T. R. Nutt spent a few days last
week with Mrs. Virgil Williams near
Locust Grove.
There hae been some attempt to
induce Scotch fishermen to come to
British Columbia to take the place
of the Orientals.
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