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Tuesday, October 28,1924,
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eHCte, as you kno\C, and, notwTth
.standing the Oliver Hllditches of
the world, I can generally tell -a
criminal when I meet him face to
face. There are plenty of them
about, too, Andrew—as many in this
place as any other. I am not go
ing to be content with a negative
position as regards evil-doers. I am
Ill
"I Am Golnn to Set Mv Maei VerLm on a. nJ
Manv of aS he H Human C™n Find™
This inis City city as | I can Find.
going to set my heel on as many of
the human vermin of this city as
I can findT ^
“A laudable, a most
and delightful pursuit!
rain,’ too, Is excellent. It opens up
a new and fascinating vista for the
modern sportsman. My congratu
lations l”
It was an interruption of pecu
liar and wonderful significance, momeni but
Francis did not for the ap
predate the fact 2S&^ng^ Turning his head
herimply sawa
seated unacconntably at the next
table, who had butted Into a prl
vate conversation and whose tone
of gentle sarcasm, therefore, was
^“uTrth'fru dpr3ndpd he 8 - aF y0U J!I' ■ „ he
a d where h dld yoQ
c0 mmo “® fromr* rrom •
The newcomer showed no resent
ment at Francis’ little outburst. He
® mIIed wlth deprecating |
amiability—a tall, „ spare man, with :
lean, hard face, complexion almost
wldte: black hair, |
plentifully besprinkled with gray, a
thin, cynical mouth, notwlthstand- ,
ing Its distinctly humorous curve, !
and keen, almost brilliant dark
eyes. He was dressed in ordinary i
dinner garb; his linen and jewelry !
was indeed in the best passible
taste. b rancis, at his second
glance, was troubled with a vague
sense of familiarity.
"Let me answer your last ques
tion, first, sir,” the intruder begged,
“I was seated alone, several tables
away, when the couple next to you
went out, and having had pointed
out ,to me the other evening at
Claridge’s hotel, and knowing well
by repute, the great barrister, Mr.
Francis Ledsam, and.his friend, the
world-famed novelist, Mr. Andrew
Wilmore, I—er—unobtrusively made
my way. half a yard at a time, in
your direction—and here I am. I
came stealthily, you may object?
Without a doubt. If I had come in
any other fashion, I should have
disturbed a conversation in which
I was much interested.”
• • Could you find it' convent it,”
. Francis asked, with Icy politene SS,
• > to return to your own table,
stealthily or not, as you choose?”
The newcomer showed no signs
of moving.
“In after years,” he declared,
“you would be the first to regret i
the fact if I did so. This is a
momentous meeting. It gives me
an opportunity of expressing Lei- my
deep gratitude to you, Mr.
sam, for the wonderful evidence ■
you tendered at the inquest upon
the hodv of my son-in-law, Oliver
HJlditch.”
Francis turned in his place and
looked steadily at this unsought-for
companion, learning nothing, how
ever, from the half-mocking smile
and Imperturbable expression.
“Your son-in-law?” lie repeated.
- “Do you mean to say that you are
the father of—of Oliver Uildltch’a
wife?”
Widow, the other corrected
gently. ”1 have that honor. You
will understand, therefore, that I
feel myself on this, the first op
portunity, compelled to tender my
sincere thanks for evidence so
chivalrously offered, so flawlessly
truthful.”
Francis was a man accustomed
to self-control, but he clenched his
hands so that his finger nails dug
Into his flesh. He was tilled with an
Insane and unreasoning resentment
against this man whose words were
biting Into his conscience. Never
flieless, he kept his tone level.
“1 do not desire your gratitude,”
he said, “nor, If you will penult
tne to say so, your fw-lrer acquaint
ance.”
The stranger shook his head re
gretfully.
You are wrong,” he protested,
“We were bound, In any case, to
know one another. Shall I tell you
why? You have just declared your
■elf anjlous to set your heel upon
-----s ot fhe world. I have
the distinction of being perhaps the
most famous patron of that ma
ligned class now living—and my
neck is at your service.
You appear to me,” Francis said
suavely, “to be a buffoon.”
It .might have been fancy, but
Francis could have sworn that he
saw the glitter of a sovereign ma
levolence in the other’s dark eyes.
If so, it was but a passing weak
ness, for a moment later the half
good-natured, half-cynical smile
was back again upon the man’s Ups.
“If so, I am at least a buffoon
of parts,” was the prompt rejoinder.
“I will, If you choose, prove my
self. »»
There was a moment’s silence.
Wilmore was leaning forward in
his place, studying the newcomer
earnestly. An Impatient invective
was somehow stifled oa Francis’
lips.
«« Within a few yards of this place,
some time before the closing hour
tonight,” the Intruder continued,
earnestly, yet with a curious ab
sence of any human quality in his
hard tone, “there will be a dis
turbance, and probably wbat you
would call a crime will be com
mitted. Wfll you use your vaunted
gifts to hunt down the desperate
criminal and, in your own pictur
esque phraseology, set your heel
upon his neck? Success may bring
you fame and the trull may lead—
well, who knows whore?”
Afterwards, both Frauds and
Andrew Wilmore marveled at them
selves, unable at any time to find
any reasonable explanation of their
conduct, for they answered this
man neltlier with ridicule, rudeness
nor civl!lt >'- They limply stared at
hlm ’ impresKed wlth U ‘ e convincing
arrogance of his challenge and un
a ^ e *° dnd words of reply. They
received his mocking farewell with
out an y f° rni of reciprocation or
They watched
d st ns ! s ,ed Ji ie « %'“'«• r ° 0111 ’ s r>ed a dlgnified on his ,
'
way with marks of the deepest re
spect by waiters, maitres d’hotel,
and even the manager himself.
moonstruck th6y & k°? b °?' S
of ’
J m he * ad
finally disappeared, however, . the>
^brokeT ^ ^
...Z*!, “Well 1 ’ I’m * ™ d d ~ d d! i” Fraacis p- ex '
.
™ ce ,’
thelrfnhm hastened smilingly
to
‘‘Solo/’ Francis invoked> .. telI ug
Quickly—tell us the name of the
gentleman who had Just gone out,
and who he Is?"
Soto was amazed
“You don’t know Sir Timothy
Brast, sir?” he exclaimed. “Why,
he is supposed to be one of the
richest men in the world I Re
spends money like water. Thev say
that when he Is in England his
place down the river alohe costs a
thousand pounds a week When he
gives a party here, we can find
nothing good enough. He is our
most generous client »i
“sir Timothy Brast,” Wilmore re
peated. “Yes, I have heard of him.”
“Why, everybody knows Sir Tirao-’
thy,” Soto went on eloauentLv “He
is the greatest living patron of box
ing. He found the money for the
last International flght. ■ I
Does he often come in alone like
this?” Francis asked curiously.
“Either alone,” Soto replied, - or
with a very large party, He en
tertains magnificently. * •
«< I’ve seen his name in the
In Connection paper
with something or
other, during the last few weeks,”
Wilmore remarked reflectively.
“Probably about two months ago,
sir, " Soto suggested. “He gave a
donation of ten thousand pounds
to the Society for the Prevention of
Cruelty to Animals, and they made
him a vice president, . In
.
one moment, sir.”
The manager hurried away to re
ceive a newly arrived guest. Fran
cis and his friend exchanged a won
dering glance.
“Father of Oliver Hildftch's
wife.” Wilmore observed, “the most
iminificeut patron of boxing In the
world, vice president of the Society
for the Prevention of Cruelty to
Animals, and self-confessed arch
crlmihat ! He fooled us pretty
well!"
“I suppose so,” Francis assented
absently.
Wilmore glanced at his watch.
What about moving on some
where?” he suggested. “We might
go into the Alhambra for half an
hour, If you like. The last act of
the show Is the best.”
Francis shook his head.
“We’ve got to see this thing out, »»
?te replied. “Have you forgotten
that our friend promised us a sen
sation before we left? ■
Wilmore began to laugh a little
derisively. Then, suddenly aware
of some lack of sympathy between
himself and hiR friend, he broke oft
and glanced curiously at The lutter.
“You’re not taking him seriously,
are you?' he inquired.
Francis nodded. « .
M Certainly I am,” he confessed.
I CHAPTER V
TT I HAPPENED that the two men,
waiting in the vektlbule tor
Francis' car to crawl up to the en
trance through the fog which had
unexpectedly rolled up, heard the
slight altercation which was ufter
ward referred to us preceding the
tragedy. The two young people con
cerned were standing only a few
feet away, the girl pretty, a little
peevish, an ordinary type; her com
panlon, whose boyish features were
marred with dissipation, a very
passable example of the young man
1 about town going a little beyond
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GRIFFIN DAILY NEWS
Ms tether.
“Ifs no use standing here, Vic
tor!*’ the girl exclaimed, frowning.
"The commissionaire's been gone
ages already,, and there are two
others before ns for taxis.”
“We can’t walk,” her escort re
plied gloomily. “It’s a foul night.
Nothing to do but wait, what? Let’s
go back and have another drink. ■
The girl stamped her satin-shod
fOot impatiently.
"Don’t be silly,” she expostulated,
“You know I promised Clara we’d
be there early. »»
“All very well,” the young man
grumbled, “but what can we do?
We shall have to wait our turn. ■
n Why can’t you slip out and look
for a taxi yourself?” she suggested.
"Do, Victor,” she added, squeezing
his arm. “You’re-so clever at pick
ing them up. »»
He made a little grimace, but lit
a cigarette and turned up his coat
collar.
“I’ll do my best,” he promised.
“Don’t go on without me."
Try up toward Charing Cross
road, not the other way," she ad
vised earnestly.
“RIght-oh!” he replied, which il
luminative form of assent, a word
spoken as he plunged unwillingly
Into the thick obscurity on the
other side of the revolving doors,
was probably the last he ever ut
tered on earth.
Left alone, the girl began to
shiver, as though suddenly cold.
She turned around * and glanced
hurriedly back Into the restaurant.
At that moment she met the steady,
k
rm
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At That Moment She Met the
Steady, Questioning Scrutiny of
Francis' Eyes.
questioning scrutiny x>f Francis’
eyes. She stood as though trans
fixed. Then came the sound which
every one talked of for months af
terward, the sound which no one
who heard it ever forgot—the
death cry of Victor Bidlake, fol
lowed a second afterward by a
muffled report. A strain of frenzied
surprise seemed mingled with the
horror. Afterward, silence.
There was the sound of some
commotion outside, the sound ol
hurried footsteps and agitated
voices. Then a terrible little pro
cession appeared. Something—it
seemed to be a shapeless heap of
carried in and laid
upon the floor, in the little space
between the revolving doors and
the Inner entrance. Two blue
_
liveried attendants kept back the
horrified but curious crowd. Fran
cis, vaguely recognized as being
somehow or other connected with
the law, was one of the few peo
ple allowed to remain whilst a doe
tor, fetched out from .the dancing
room, kneeled over the prostrate
form. He felt that he knew be
forehand the horrible verdict which
the latter whispered in his ear af
ter his brief examination.
“Quite dead! A ghastly busi
ness!
Francis gazed at the hole in ihe
shirt front, disfigured also by a
Scorching stain.
4i A bullet?” he asked.
The doctor nodded.
"Fired within 'a foot of the poor
fellow’s heart,” he whispered. “The
murderer wasn’t taking any
chances, whoever he was.”
The doctor rose to his feet.
“Nothing more can be done,” he
pronounced. “Keep the people out
of here whilst I go and fetch ray
hat and coat. Afterward,'I’ll take
the body to the mortuary when the
ambulance arrives.”
An attendant pushed his way
through the crowd of people on the
ihner side of the door.
“Miss Daisy Hyfclop, young lady
who was with Mr. Jtidhrke, has Just
fainted in the Indies’ room, sir,” he
announced. “Could you come?”
“I’ll be there Immediately,” the
doctor promised. . . .
The rest of the proceedings fol
lowed a normal course. The police
arrived, took various notes, the
ambulance followed a little later,
the body was removed, and the lit
tle crowd of guests, still Infected
with a sort of awed excitement,
were allowed to take their leave.
Francis and Wilmore drove almost
ln silence to the former’s rooms in
Clarges street.
Come up and have a drink, An
drew,'■ Francis invited.
"I need it,” was the half-choked
response.
Francis led the way in silence up
the two flights of stairs into his
sitting room, mixed the whisky-and
Sodas from the decanter and syphon
which stood upon the sideboard,
motioned his friend to an easy
chair. iThen he gave form to the
thought which had been haunting
them both. *
Timothy What Brast?” about he our inquired. friend, Sir Do j
‘
you believe now that he was mys
tifying us?” I
Wilmore dabbed his forehead
with his handkerchief. It was a
chilly evening, but there were drops
of perspiration still standing there.
“Francis,” he confessed, “it’s hor
rible I I don’t think realism like
this attracts me. It’s horrible 1
What are (To we be eoloe to do?”
continued)
-1-' Our Daily Story |
The Perfect
Compromise
By CLARISSA MACKIE
“You wished to see me, Mr. Ad
ms, M reminded Donald Cameron
he shook hands with the lawyer.
“Yes, Donald, and I will cut the
short and tell you that you
fallen heir to a small fortune.
Adams unfolded a crackling
document, and adjusted his
glasses. “Of course
have kept in touch with Cyrus
all these years since you
Meadows,” he suggested.
Donald laughed ruefully. “To
the truth, Mr, Adams, Cyrus
hated the very sight of me
I was a boy—-of course we
by stealing apples
cherries, and once he caught
and he certainly gave me one
whaling! As l grew up,
lie seemed to forget, and
hatred settled Into cold dislike.
and uiy father were quite
at one time,” he ended rem
The lawyer smiled. “Cyrus Ped
left one thousand dollars to his
relative, a grandniece, who
with him, and every other dol
every stick and stone he be
to the son of his good
Alexander Cameron. *»
Is she very young?”
“Sweet and twenty, proud as the
Donald, and—well, the rest
It is for you to discover. »>
“Of course her attitude is hostile
the usurper."
“Why don’t you go and see her?
will go with you after lunch, if
have no other engagement.”
Donald took the copy of the will
to the hotel where he was
for all of his own family
moved away from Meadows. As
read’ the brief document, he was
and puzzled In turn when
realized that he was now the
of the quaint old Colonial
with Its mighty acreage of
land.
“Of course I cannot accept It,”
told himself seriously; “I am a
with splendid opportunities be
me. I do not need the money
should belong to a girl!” He
said as much to the lawyer as Mr.
drove him out to the Peddle
on Forest street. The old
flower gardens were In
full bloom and the roses, long
made a fragrant, color
tangle on the southern slope. A
was working there, her face con
cealed by a big flopping straw hat.
Mr. Adams and Donald made their
along box-bordered paths until
they reached the roses.
“Good morning, Miss Roberta, »»
called the lawyer.
“Ah, Mr. Adams, how do you do?
She turned swiftly and greeted
them in pretty self-possession. She
regarded Donald with gravity when
she heard his name.
”1 thought Mr. Tameron ought to
come over and see you today,” ex
plained the lawyer as they walked
toward the house. ‘
“Will you take care of him for
awhile, Miss Gray? I am going on
to my sister’s for a brief call and
will return and pick him up. ■
“We will have a cup of tea for
Mr. Adams,” she promised
hospitably, and after he had rolled, I
away In his car, she removed her
big hat, revealing soft red brown
“It is hard to hate you, Mr. Cam
eron, she said plaintively.
Don’t do — „ that —, please! he
begged. “Your \ r rand-uncle did that
when I was a pesky boy; I cannot
understand what prompted ilis
change of heart!”
“Uncle Cyrus used to say that the
most mischievous and tormenting
hoys used ?o grow to be the
smartest men—that must be the
reason,” she smiled adorably.
"I ac afraid that doesn't apply to
me, Miss Gray,” admitted Donald.
“I particularly wanted to assure
you, that while I deeply appreciate
the motive that prompted Mr. Ped
dle’s gift, I shall never touch
penny of it—It rightfully belongs to
you.”
“How generous you are, she ex
claimed, “but I believe my uncle's
wishes should be respected, it was
his money."
“Surely it can be arranged so that
I may receive your thousand dol
lars and you take the rest of it—I
will talk to Mr. Adams about It,”
he said in a masterful manner, but
he had not counted on the bit of red
In Roberta’s hair.
“Of course I shall refuse to no
cept anything except the money my
uncle wished me to have," she pro
tested haughtily.
Mr. Adams found them In heated
discussion, and he carried Donald
with suppressed mirth at the
cool farewells of the young people.'
Six months later the situation re
ninined unchanged. Roberta Gray
and the middle-aged housekeeper
who lived with her, remained in
the house while Donald made fre
visits to Meadows to argue
casq, und both of them were ter
ribly unhappy for love, unknown,
entered the case.
At last M r. Adams called them
Into conference at his office, •i You
compromise this matter,’’ he
severely, I’ll leave you alone
for ten minutes, *» When he re
they were standing together
the window.
“It’s all settled," beamed Donald.
going to marry me; how
that for a compromise, sir? But
feel that In having Roberta. I’m
more than my share.
“That Is the perfect compro
Bless you, ir.y children!”
the old lawyer, “I know
will please Cyrus Peddie!
(Copyright.)
BUYING AIRPLANES j
Ch ana. Oct. 28. •— Norway |
ordered enough military air-j
to double its present equip
For ages the favorite color of
officials has been yellow.
OF ALL
VICTIMS OF BUS
CRASH EXPECTED
Athens, Ga., Oct. 28.—Recovery
all living victims of the Dixie
wreck near Monroe last
afternoon is expected, ac
to doctors of the Gener
Hospital here today.
Mrs. Mabel Sanders, Barbara
6, and Jess Bennett, all
Athens who received serious in
in the wreck, were thought f
better Monday and it is be- (
all will recover.
Mrs. Sanders is still in a semi
condition. Bennett was
internally. Barbara Jenkins,
of Professor and Mrs.
W. Jenkins, of Athens, suf
a fracture of the jaw in
places and chest injuries.
mother also was resting well.
L. G. Winters, of Tennessee,
received slight injuries, was
from the hospital Sun
Prisons’* May Yet Be
Maintained in Open
Prison in the open air seems a
ln itself, for the very
“prison” calls up the Idea of
ln locked and walled
buildings.
However, there Is such a thing,
it is in Holland that very suc
experiments have been made
outdoor prisons. the
Sixty persons were drafted to
of Veenhulzen, tc serve their
there. Their task was to con
moorland Into cultivated field,
they showed themselves very
ln the undertaking. They
divided into gangs, each con
a few persons, but are not
or watched by any sort
warden or official; these prison
may live ln common and ad
their social sense, unsubject
ed to supervision.
The foreman of each gang Is,
not a prisoner, but a work
man who Joins voluntarily. It
would not be difficult to escape un
such conditions, but no one has
attempted to do so. The en
vironment Is much more favorable
than in an ordinary prison, and the
Dutch government is considering
setting up several centers of this
sort.
MAJOR GENERAL HAAN
DIES IN WASHINGTON
Washington, Oct. 28 .—Major
General William Haan, retired,
who commanded the 32nd division
in France, died at Mount Alto
veteran’s home here Sunday after
an illness of several months. Gen
eral Haan was born in Indiana.
He served in the war with Spain
d , . the , Philippines. , He
ar ‘ ln was
awarded the distinguished servec
medal for meritorious conduct in
the Argonne.
SIGNS
Mistress—I am a woman of few
words. If I beckon with my hand
that means “Come. ft
New Maid — That suits me,
mum. I’m also a woman of few
If I shake my head it
means, I’m not coming. a
Ten million people have heard
political speeches over the radio
this year, according to estimates
of experts.
SAGE 1EA TURNS
It’s Grandmother’s Recipe To
Bring Back Color and
Lustre to Hair.
That beautiful, even shade of
dark, glossy hair can only be had
by brewing a mixture of Sage Tea
and Sulphur. Your hair is your
charm. It makes or mars the
face. When it fades, turns gray
or streaked, just, an application or
two of Sage and Sulphur en
hances its appearance a hundred
fold.
Don’t bother to prepare the mix
ture; you can get this famous old
recipe improved by the addition
of other ingredients at a small
cost, all ready for use. It is call
ed Wyeth’s Sage and Sulphur
Compound. This can always be
depended upon the bring back the
natural color and lustre of your
hair.
Everybody uses Wyeth’s Sage
and Sulphur Compound now be
cause it darkens so naturally and
evenly that nobody can tell it has
been applied. You simply dampen
u sponge or seft brush with it
and draw this through the hair,
taking one small strand at a time;
by morning the gray hair has dis
appeared and after another appli
cation it becomes beautifully
dark and appears glossy and lus
trous.—-(adv.) >.
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ROBERT W.
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Robert W. Woolley, a native of
New Jersey, has been named to
handle the great volume of pub
licity for the Democratic national
committee as chairman of tha pub
Mcity committee.
Vestel Construction
Marvel of Ingenuity
An achievement like that «f the
ocean liner which met and survived
a gale in which the waves ran 100
feet from trough to crest, repre
sents for the layman an almost In
credible triumph of design, says the
New York Herald-Tribune. The un
imaginable fury of seaB which
could break over a bridge 65 feet
from the water-line, which couid
rip away rails and lifeboats, flood
the rooms on the upper decks by
coming down upon them from
above, throw a man through a bulk
head and set the whole ship awash,
would seem to be a thing which no
human construction could possibly
live through.
As a matter of fact, every mod
em steamship is a miracle, and al
most all of them are successful
ones. The loss of a sound vesesl In
the open sea Is of astonishingly
rare occurrence, and memory does
not recall any Atlantic passenger
liner which has been destroyed In
a fair flght with the ocean alone. A
ship is attacked in two ways. She
must withstand the terrific pound
ing and crushing of the water and
of her own weight, and She must
be able to recover her balance no
matter how long or violent the roll.
Vessels have been rolled under in
storms—sometimes through faulty
designs, sometimes through the
shifting occurrence.' of the cargo—but It is of
rarest More often they
founder through the weakness of
the hull construction—their seams
are opened or their backs broken.
But that seldom happens to new
ship*; it seems Dever to happen to
good ones.
Conservation of natural re
sources is to be taught in ail the
schools of Pennsylvania.
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OR TARRING
Frederick, Md., Oct. .
in strong
of the mob which
and feathered
20 year old Mi
Va., girl, Chief Justice Hai
Urner, in circuit court he
imposed sentences upon 01
and 9 suspended m.
men,
upon 2, and declared 5 <
not guilty.
The woman sentenced was Mrs.
sKank, who pleaded guilty
confessed that in jealous rag*
tore the clothing from Miss
and daubed her with tar
feathers.
She was given nine months in
Frederick county jail.
In order not to compete with
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Every man, woman and
child in Griffin and the
State of Georgia knoffli
that Sparks Circus is a
Georgia institution (win
ter home at Macon, Ga.).
Every Georgian is proud
of the vast growth and
success of
their own Georgia cii if
so— i
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TH£ COMPfiCHiA
GRAND STREET PARADE i
FREE -
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DOUBLE IN SIZE -
and will be the
Only “CLASS A ??
Circus coming to Griffin
this season.
PRICES:
Children under 12, 35c
Adults 75c
Seats on sale Circus Day—same
Seats on sale Circus day at
Ward’s Drug Store—same price as
at show grounds.
GRIFFIN I
Friday
Nov.