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Thursday, October 9, 1924. m 9ie SOUL W\ VICTOR ROUSSEAU M COPYRIGHT by W-G.CHAPMAN ■5* * f -3 i 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. * r M © >>• s k is I i mi h I i < { 1 v f- f irk j »; lr <« “Toe Hound 1—” Began Lancaster, but 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.) m ===== ' - _ jys.-, - - — -- _ __ ■ . ... ■ 'V ■ W3 ■ •• .m n“'. i -I* m -i I I %1 m ’ ■ So II ■ , S..A $ vsC * , I'; * ©ilil <» ' . $\0« l.fWSP-V ssSjjj m ■ 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 « 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 A 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. PAGE "SEVBN