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ward," the detective answered,
“She had nothing to say!"
“Nothing whatever, »»
"Indirectly, of course,” Francis
continued, “the poor girl was the
cause of his death. If she had not
insisted upon his going out for a
taxicab, the nfan who was loitering
about would probably have never
got hold of him.”
The detective glanced up furtlve
ly at the speaker. He seemed to
reflect for a moment,
“I gathered,” he said, "In con
versation with the commissionaire,
that Miss Hyslop was a little im
patient that night. It seems, how
ever, that she was anxious to get
to a ball which; was being given
down in Kensington, *»
“There was a ball, was there!”
Francis asked,
“Without a doubt,’’ the detective
replied. "It was given by a Miss
Clara Bultiwell. She happens to
remember urging Miss Hyslop to
come on as early as possible, *»
They were walking along the Mall
now, eastward. The detective, who
seemed to have been just a saunter
er, had accommodated himself to
Francis’ destination.
“Let me see, there was nothing
stolen from the young man’s per
son, was there?” Francis asked
presently.
"Apparently nothing at all, sir.”
“And I gather that you have
made every possible inquiry as to
the young man’s relations with bis
friends? »»
“So far as one can learn, Sir, they
seem to have been perfectly ami
able.
“Of course,” Francis remarked
presently, ‘this may have been
I quite a purposeless affair. The deed
I may have been committed by a a man
who was practically a lunatic, with
out any motive or reason, what
ever.
“Precisely so, sir,” the detective
agreed.
“But, all the same, I don’t think
; it was.”
"Neither do % sir.”
Francis smiled slightly.
“Shopland,” he said, “if there is
j no collected, further I external evidence that to be
j suggest there is
only one person likely to prove of
assistance.”
“And that one person, sir? 14
I “Miss Daisy Hyslop. »»
"The young lady whom I have
already seen?”
Francis nodded,
"The young lady whom you have
already seen,” he assented. “At
the same time, Mr. Shopland, we
i must remember this. If Miss Hy
slop has any knowledge of the facts
which are behind Mr. Bidlake’s
murder, it is more likely to be to
her interest to keep them to herself,
than to give them away to the po
ii ce free gratis and for nothing. Do
you follow me?"
“Precisely, sir.
“That being so,” Francis con
tinued, “I am going to make a
proposition to you for gftpg mbit ft is
worth. Where were you when
I met you this morning, Shopland?”
“To call upon you in Clarges
street, sir.
“What for?”
“I was going to _ask you if you
would be so kind as to caH upon
Miss Daisy Hyslop, sir.”
Francis smiled.
“Great minds.” he murmured. “I
will see the young lady this after
noon, Shopland.
The detective raised his hat.
They had reached the spot where
his companion turned off by the
Horse Guards Parade,
“I may hope to hear from you,
then, sir?”
“Within the course of a day or
two, perhaps earlier,” Francis
promised.
CHAPTER VI
A RMED with a powerful letter
of Introduction, Francis called
on Miss Daisy Hyslop, who received
him that afternoon in the sitting
room of her little suite at the Mi
lan. Her welcoming smile was
plaintive and a little subdued, her
manner undeniably gracious. She
was dressed in black, a wonderful
background for her really gorgeous
hair, and her deportment Indicated
a recent loss.
She avoided his direct questioning
for a time, but his check book
finally loosened her tongue,
"I am afraid you will think that
what I have to tell Is very .Insig
nificant,’’ she confessed, «< Victor
was one of those boys who always
fancied themselves bored. He was
bored with polo, bored with motor
ing, bored with the country and
bored with town. Then quite sud
denly during the last few weeks he
seemed changed. All that he would
tell me was that he had found a
new Interest In life. I don’t know
what It was, but I don’t think It was
a nice ore. He seemed to drop
all his old friends, too. and go
about with a new set altogether—
not a nice set at all. He used to
stay out all night, and he quite
gave up going to dances and places
where he could take me. Once or
twice he came here in the after
noon, dead beat, without having
been to bed at all, nnd before he
could say half a dozen words he
was asleep in my esisy-chair. He
used to mutter such horrible things
that T had to wake him lip. »*
Was he ever short of money?”
Francis asked.
She shook her head.
"Not seriously," she answered.
“He was quite well-off, besides
what his people allowed him. I
was going to have a wonderful set
tlement at soon as onr engagement
was announced. However, to go
on with what J wag tailing you. the
"Nothing ioT tne present," was
the brief .reply. “If we were to tell
onr story, we should only be
laughed at, What there Is to be
done falls to my lot”
“Had the police anything to say
about It?” Wilmore asked.
Only a few words,” Francis re
plied. “Shopland has It in hand,
A good man but unimaginative. I’ve
come across him in one or two cases
lately. You’ll And a little bit like
this In the papers tomorrow: “The
murder Is believed to have been
commltted by one of the gang of
desperadoes who have infested the
west-end during the last few
months.’ You remember the assault
at Albany court yard, and t i t-sand
bagging in Shepherd market only
last week?”
“That seents to let Sir Timothy
out,” Wilmore remarked.
“There are many motives for
crime besides robbery,” Francis de
dared. “Don’t be afraid, Andrew,
that I am going to turn amateur
detective and make the unravel
ment of this case all the more dif
flcult for Scotland Yard. If I In
terfere, it will'be on a certainty,
Andrew, don’t think I’m mad, but
I’ve taken up the challenge our
great philanthropist flung at me to
night. I’ve very little interest In
who killed this boy, Victor Bidlake,
or why, but I’m convinced of one
thing—Brast knew about it, and If
he Is posing as a patron of crime
on a great scale, sooner or later I
shall get him. He may think him
self safe, and he may have the
courage of Beelzebub—he seems
rather that type—but If my pre
sentiment about him comes true,
his number’s up. I can almost dl
vine the meaning of his breaking
in upon our conversation tonight.
He needs an enemy—he IS thirsting
for danger. He has found It!”
Wilmore filled his pipe thought
fully. At the first whiff of tobacco
he began to feel more normal.
a After all, Francis,” he said,
aren’t we a little overstrung to
Bight!”- Sir Timothy Brast is no atb
venturer. He is a prince in the
city, a persona grata wherever he
chooses to go. He isn’t a hanger-on
In society. He isn’t even depend-1
ent upon Bohemia for his enter
tainment. You can’t seriously'
imagine that a man with his posses-1
slons Is likely to risk his life and
liberty in becoming the inspiration
of a band of cutthroats?”
Francis smiled. He, too, had lit
his pipe and had thrown himself
into bis favorite chair. He smiled
confidently across at his friend.
“A millionaire with brains,” he
argued, “is just the one person In i
the world likely to weary of all
ordinary forms of diversion. I be-j
gin to remember things about him
already. Haverv’t-you heard about
his wonderful parties down at thfe
Walled House?” j
Wilmore struck the table by his
side with his clenched fist. !
«• By George, .that’s It 1” he
ex
claimed. ‘‘VVho hasn’t?” i
“I remember Baker talking about!
one last year,” Francis continued,
never any details, but all kinds of
mysterious hints—a sort of mix
ture between a Roman orgy and a
chapter singers from from the Petrograd, ‘Arabian Nights'— dancers |
from Africa and fighting men from
Chicago.”
<< The fellow s magnificent, at any
rate,’ Wilmore remarked.
His host smoked furiously for a
it That the worst of these multi
millionaires,” he declared. They
think , they can rule the world, traf
fic In human souls, buy morals,
mock at the law. We shall see!”
“Do you know the thing that I
found most interesting about him?"
Wilmore asked.
“His black opals,” the other sug
gested. “You’re by the way of be
ing a collector, aren’t you?
Wilmore shook his head.
“The fact that he is the father
of Oliver Hilditch’s widow.”
Francis sat quite still for a mo
ment. There was a complete change
in his expression. He looked like
a man who has received a shock.
“I forgot that,” he muttered.
♦ * * *
_ Francis met . Shopland . .
one morn
ing about a week later, on Jiis way
from Clarges street to his cham
bers in the Temple. The detective
raised Ills hat and would have j
passed on, but Francis accosted I
him.
■ Any progress, Mr. Shopland?
he Inquired.
The detective fingered his small,
sandy mustache. He was an in
significant-looking little man, under
sized, with thin frame and watery
eyes. His mouth, however, was
hard, and there were tell-tale little
lines at Its corners.
“None whatever, I am sorry to
say, Mr. Ledsam," he admitted. “At
present we are quite in the dark.”
»» You found the weapon, I hear?”
Shopland nodded.
“It was just an ordinary service
revolver, dating from the time of
the war, exactly like a hundred
thousand others. The inquiries we
, were able to make from it came to
nothing.”
“Where was It picked up?’’
“In the middle of the waste plot
of ground next to Soto’s. The mur
derer evidently threw it there the
moment lie had discharged It. Ho
must have been wearing rubber
soled shoes, for not a soul heard
hitn go.”
Francis nodded thoughtfully.
"I wonder,” he said, after a slight
pause, whether It ever occurred to
you to Interview Miss Daisy Hy
slop, the young lady who was with
Bidlake on the night of his mur
der?” the after
_ “I caJlf d upon her day
wry Vefote-r-lfbappened—he
came in to see me, looking like
nothing on earth. Re cried like a
baby, behaved like a lunatic, and
called himself all manner of names.
He had had a great deal too ranch
to drink, and I gathered that he
had seen something horrible It
was then he asked me to dine with
him the next night, and told me
that he was going to break alto
gether with hts new friends. Some
thing in connection with them
seemed to have given him a terri
ble fright.”
Francis nodded. He had the tact
to abandon his curiosity at this
precise point.
“The old story,” he declared, "bad
company and rotten habits. I sup
pose some one got to carried know that the
young man usually a great
deal of money about with him."
“It was so foolish of him,” she
assented eagerly. "I warned him
about it so often. The police
won’t listen to it, but I’m absolute
ly certain that be was robbed. I
noticed when he paid the bill that
he had a great wad of bank-notes
which were never discovered after
ward.”
And with that information Fran
cis had to be satisfied when he took
his leave.
CHAPTER VII
4
I T WAS after leaving Miss Daisy
Hyslop’g flat that the event to
which Francis Ledsam had been
looking forward more than any
thing else in the world, happened.
It.came about entirely by chance.
There were no taxis in the Strand.
Francis himself had finished work
for the day, and feeling disin
clined for his usual rubber of
bridge, he strolled homeward along
the Mall. At the corner of Green
park he came face to face with the
woman who for the last few months
had scarcely been out of his
thoughts. Even in that first mo
ment he realized to his pain that
she would have avoided him if she
coulfl. They met, however, where
the path narrowed, and he left her
no chance to avoid him. That cu
rious impulse of conventionality
which opens a conversation always
with cut and dried banalities, saved
them perhaps from a certain
amount of embarrassment. With
out any conscious suggestion, they
found themselves walking side by
side.”
«« I have been wanting to see you
very much Indeed,” he said. “I
even went so far as to wonder
whether I dared call. rt
Why should you?” she asked.
■ Our acquaintance began and end
ed in tragedy. There is scarcely
any purpose in carrying it further.”
He looked at her for a moment
before replying: She was wearing
black, but scarcely the black of a
woman who _She sorrows. was
____
still frigidly beautiful, redolent, in
all the details of her toilette, of
that almost negative perfection
which he had learned to expect
from her. She suggested to him
still that same sense of aloofness
from the actualities of life.
“I prefer not to believe that it
Is ended.” he protested. “Have
you so many friends that yon have
no room for one who has never con
sciously looked‘ done you any harm?”
She at him with some
faint curiosity in her mobile fea
tures.
Harm? No! On the contrary,
I suppose I ought to thank you for
your evidence at the Inquest.”
Some part of it was the truth,"
he replied.
“I suppose so,” she admitted dry
ly. “You told it very cleverly.”
He looked her in the eyes.
“My profession helped me to be
a good witness,” he said. “As for
the gist of my evidence, that was
between my conscience and my
self.”
"Your conscience?” she repeat
ed. “Are there really men who pos
sess such things? ii
“I hope you will discover that
for yourself some day, i» he an
swered. “Tell me your plans.
Where are you living? U
a For the present with my father
In Curzon street. ii
“With Sir Timothy Brast?”
She assented.
“You know him?" she asked In
differently.
“Very slightly,” Francis replied.
“We talked together, some nights
ago, at Soto’s restaurant. I am
afraid that I did not make a very
favorable Impression upon him. I
gathered, too, that he has somewhat
eccentric tastes.”
“I do not see a great deal of
my father," she said. “We met, a
few months ago, for the first time
since my marriage, and things have
been a little difficult between us—
just at first. He really scarcely
ever put's in an appearance at Cur
zon street. I dare say you have
heard that he makes a hobby of an
amazing country house which he
has down the river. I
"The Walled House?" he ven
tured.
She nodded.
I see you hnve heard of It. All
London, they tell me. gossips about
the entertainments there.”
“Are they really so wonderful?”
he asked.
"I have never been to one,” she
replied. “As a matter of fact, I
have spent scarcely any time In
England since my marriage. M.v
husband was fond of traveling.”
M Notwithstanding the warm
spring air he was conscious of a
certain chilliness. Her level, In
different tone seemed to him almost
abnormally callous. A horrible
realization flashed for a moment In
his brain. She was speaking of
the man whom she had killed!
“Your father overheard a re
mark of mine,” Francis told her.
I wns at Soto’s with a friend—
Andrew Wilmore. the novelist—
and to tell you the truth we were
speaking of thejjhock I experienced
when I realized rhat 1 had been de
voting every effort of which I was
capable to saving the life of—shall
we say a crlmlnnl? Your father
heard me say. In rather a flamboy
ant manner, perhaps, that in future
I declared war against all crime and
all criminals.”
She smiled very faintly, a smile
which had In It no single element
of Joy or humor.
“I can quite understand my fa
ther Intervening," she aald. “He
poses as being rather a patron of
artistic*!]v perpetrated crime. Sue
(To be continued)
DAILY NEWS
SOCIAL
EVENTS
1
(Continued from Page 6.)
church had an interesting meeting
with Mrs. 0. R. Simonton Monday
afternoon at 3:30 o'clock at her
home on North Fourteenth street.
The members of the circle said
the Lord’s prayer in unison, after
which Miss Maybelle Littleton led
the study on the book of Luke.
A social time followed the study
hour.
The long living room was dec
orated in beautiful crysanthemums
and other fall flowers.
Mrs. Simonton waf assisted by
Mrs. W. H. Butler, Mrs. T. 0.
Ruff, and Miss Mildred Simon
ton in serving a delicious salad
course with tea.
The members of the circle pres
ent were Mrs. W. H. Butler, Mrs.
Ben Connor, Miss Maybelle Lit
tleton, Mrs. D. S. Johnson, Mrs.
J. T. Waldrup, Mrs. J. J. Vaughn,
Mrs. Eli B. Jones.
Mrs. A. 0. Stanford, Mrs. T. 0.
Ruff, Mrs. Zed Patterson, Mrs.
T. A. Redd, Mrs. W. M. Mullins,
Mrs. H. H. Jones, Sr., Mrs. Oscar
R. Simonton and Miss Mildred Si
monton.
Our Daily Story |
She Expected a
Proposal
By H. IRVING KING
Said Mr. Powers to Mrs. Powers:
•‘What’s the matter with Gladys!
I thought everything was going on
smoothly between Clive Marsden
and her—what’s the trouble now!"
“Oh ” sighed Mrs. Powers, “ons
of Gladys’ freaks. Perhaps. If wa
named her Sarah Jane—after my
mother, as I wanted to do, Instead
of Gladys, she would not have had
these romantic spasms"
“Perhaps not,” returned Mr. Pow
ers, “though a Sarah Jane can be
as romantic as a Gladys if she
makes up her mind to It. But you
haven’t answered my question—
what’s the row?"
"The row, as you so crossly put
It," replied Mrs. Powers, "is that
Gladys has met an English baronet
and has become obsessed with the
idea of being called Lady Benton
.Sykes. Clive and his flourishing
wall-paper business seems alto
gether too prosaic for her. ii
“Ah,” said Mr. powers, "so our
girl is building castles In Spain?"
“No, was th reply, “not build
ing castles in Spam, but contem
plating expending some of your
hard-earned money in patching up
a castle in England.”
From the time they were chil
dren, living in adjoining houses, it
had always been understood be
tween the Powers and the Mars
den families that, when they ar
rived at a proper age, Olive and
Gladys should hecome Gladys man had and al
wife. Clive and
ways so understood It since they
could remember.
Gladys was only twenty, yon
know—and Sir Benton was a most
presentable young man. He had
come to New York with letters of
Introduction to the very best peo
ple and was a quiet, unassuming
youth his of good character. Clive,
after row with Gladys, had
gone off on a fishing expedition,
telling her that, by the time he got
back, she would probably have re
gained her senses. That made
Gladys a trifle “mad," as can be
Imagined. She would become Lady
Benton Sykes now Just for spite,
if nothing else. Not that Sir Ben
ton had formally asked her to ac
cept that position, but he had
looked It and, as she thought, In
timated his intentions pretty clear
ly. Several times he had said:
“Miss Powers, I have something
serious which I want to speak to
you about,” nnd then, blushing and
hesitating, had faltered: “Well, an
other time.” Oh, Gladys was sure
she had only to “Yes.” _
say
The violent and unreasonable
manner in which Clive had acted
when she had told him of her de
to become Lady Sjykes had
angered Gladys—but yet she shed
many tears in secret whdn she
thought of the impetuous young
man who was now catching fish in
the Block island waters. If lie had
really cared for her he would have
begged her to reconsider her de
eision. But he didn’t. The bhute!
An<1 then she cried some more,
Mrs. Powers talked with her
daughter, trying to bring her to
reason. But she was only half
hearted and left the interview with
a secret feeling* that It would not
be so bad, after all, to be the
mother-in-law of a real, live baro
net. Mr. Powers sputtered and
called his dear child many sorts
of an idiot. But, as usual in that
household, Simeon only acted In an
advisory capacity. Gladys and her
mother formed the executive com
mittee. Gladys received a letter
from Clive which was written as if
there had never been any misunder
standing between them. He told her
how much he was enjoying himself.
Still she told herself that she
was going to accept the hand of Sir
Benton Sykes—whenever he got
ready to offer it. And this, she
thought, would be very soon. Two
days before the date fixed for the
return of Clive to New York, Sir
Benton called upon Gladys and
when they were alone began a lit
tle speech which he had evidently
prepared carefully In advance.
“Miss Powers,” said he, “there is a
matter concerning which I have
been wanting to speak to you for
some time.”
Gladys—now that the critical mo
ment had come—suddenly suffered
a revulsion of sentiment. She had
been expecting a proposal from Sir
Benton and had made up her mind
to accept it. But now she made an
about-face. “Sir Benton,” said she,
“I am afraid that what you are
about to ask will be impossible for
me to grnnt. I shall always thlrik
of you as a valued friend anil hope
that you will so regard me.”
“I am very much disappointed,”
replied Sir Benton, "for what I was
going to ask you would have meant
a great deal to me. My references
are of the best. I came to America
looking for an occupation. And I
had hoped that you would help me
to get the position of European
agent for the wall-paper house con
ducted by Mr. Marsden.” Gladys
bit her lips. She was almost tempt
ed to throw the paper weight on
the table before her at this In
genuous young man’s head. But
she replied cnlnily: “My dear Sir
Renton, I will be only too glad to
convey to Mr. Marsden your re
quest for employment. I am quite
confident that ns a wall-paper
drummer you would be a success.”
The baronet expressed his thanks
and withdrew. Clive came home
and Gladys told him the whole
story.
Sir Benton Is now the European
agent of Marsden A Oo., and la
making good, and Clive and Gladys
have been married a year
(Copyright.)
M’ADOO ASKS KANSAS
TO STICK BY TICKET
Newton, Kan., Oct. 29.—In an
address delivered from the rear
platform of his train here yester
day, William G. McAdoo urged
support of the Davis-Bryan ticket.
WITH WOMEN
OF TODAY
Clad in knickers and boots and
going about her work with the
same enthusiasm of a boy, Miss
Florence Slade, of Columbus, Ga.,
is the first woman in the history
of the institution to register for a
coure in forestry at the Universi
ty of Georgia, Miss Slade is a
pretty blonde and other than be
ing a good forestry student, is so
cially popular in Athens. She is
small, Ij^wrifihg wavy hair, and is
said to be charmingly well poised.
Mrs. Stephen B. Elkins is the
daughter, wife and mother of a
United States senator. Her father
wa* the late Henry Gassaway
Davis, her husband the late Sena
tor Elkins, and her son, Henry
Davi#Elkins, is the present United
States senator from West ViVr
ginia.
Hans Natonek, German essayist
and critic, predicts that January 1
will mark the end of the bobbed
hair craze and that thousands of
women will be flocking to wig
makers to cover up the boyish
haircuts.
Ethel Barrymore, famous ac
tress, is making political speeches
for the Republican candidate for
president. Her speeches are being
broadcast over the radio.
China’s first newspaper for
women is edited by a young girl,
Chin Ching Yang. s ;
BOYHOOD SHRINES
You remember where we fished?
Where the slender willows swish
ed,
Under the uncertain sway
Of your line that led away,
Yesterday I sat and wished
Time might bring us back the
day.
You remember how the stream—
Silver thread of boyhood dream—
Stole away and through the
woods,
To the silent neighborhood;
Even now the mem’ries seem
Just as happy and as good.
You recall the summer flowers—
Idle day ’neath blossomed bowers ?
How with hook and line you
sought.
** Oldest settlers” still uncaiight?
How the blessed lagging hours
The noble art of patience
taught. i
You recall and cherish yet
Days true man cannot forget?
Days you trailed an aimless
star
Through the woods and wander
ed far—
Days spent with the Infinite
That^jielped you be the man you
are.
9
John D. Wells.
. m\ 'U t
The
trying to bea i
the pepper. mm
G. C. Bell made a
to Griffin Monday. v:
Mr. and Mrs. J. E. j. 74
visitors to Jackson last W<
day.
Mrs. C. F. Weldon spent
Tuesday afternoon with Mrs.
Bell.
The friends of little
Caldwell are glad to know I
he ia much better after a we
illness. 1
Mr. and Mrs. R. L.
companied Mr. and Mrs. C. C.
of Rover, to Macon to the fab
Thursday. * xl
Johnny Norris, of Chappel, was
a visitor to Patillo Saturday.
Mr. and Mrs. N. A. Crumbley,
of Atlanta, are spending a few
days with relatives here.
J. G. Caldwell and W. R. mm-.
made a business trip to L
Grove Saturday.
Mr. and Mrs. G. W. P«
spent Monday afternoon with
tives here.
Garvin Ervin left Sunday to ac- ■ ■
cept his position in Griffin. His
family expect to join him later.
Mr and Mrs. J. W. Goen
*+ .
Tuesday in Griffin shopping. ©jjggt
A marriage of much inter***
here was that of B. L. Kinard to
Mrs. H. G. Thornton, of Pomona,
We are very sorry to give up Mm
Thornton as our teacher, but wish
for them a long and happy life.
HURT ON SHENANDOAH
/ ....................................................
Brent News ■ >
v---* —
Mr, and Mrs. R» C. Owen have
returned from Macon where they
won second prize for Monroe coun
ty at the Georgia State Exposi
tion.
Mrs. T. G. Scott and Miss Zan
nie English spent Friday in Grif
fin, the guests of Dr and Mrs,
F. S. Wilson.
Mrs. H. D. Coppedge and Miss
Lucills Coppedge spent the week
end in Griffin, the guests of her
parents, Mr. and Mrs. Hartshorn.
Those attending the Macon fair
were T, G. Scott and sons, Mr.
and Mrs. C. B. Owen, Mr. and
Mrs. H. H. Horn, Mr. and Mrs.
H. D. Coppedge, L. D. Owen, Mr.
and Mrs. Howard Smith.
Mrs. H. H. Horn and little
daughter, Helen, left Saturday for
Sylvania, where Mrs. Horn is a
member of the school faculty.
Mr. and Mrs. Oscar Barney have
gone to Philadelphia to make their
home.
C. B. Haygood and Charley Du
mas spent the week-end in Atlan
ta, the guests of friends.
Mr. and Mrs. J. 0. Dye, Mrs.
Frank Thurman and Miss Jewel
Spear spent Wednesday in Macon.
Mr. and Mrs. J. A.
Thursday in Macon.
Miss Jewel Spear has gone to
Macon to accept a position in the
Methodist Orphans Home.
Mrs. Fleming Vane and grand
son, Flem Brook, of Jackson, have
moved to Brent to make their
home with her daughter, Mrs.
Howard Smith.
Mrs. Walter Floyd spent Sat
urday in Griffin the guest of her
daughters, Mrs. Farris Wilson.
H. D. Coppedge spent Friday in
Macon on business.
Mays Owen spent Saturday in
Macon.
Duncan English spent Saturday
in Atlanta on business.
Mrs. M. C. McGinty spent Sat
urday in Macon the guest of her
parents, Mr. and Mrs. W. P. Clem
ents.
Mrs. C. B. Owen is the guest
of her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Jim
Horn, near Culloden.
G. R. Collins, of Culloden, was
in Brent Friday.
C. B. Owen has gone to At
lanta, where he will take treat
ment at a government hospital.
J. 0. Dye spent-Monday in Ma
con on business. ,
The Community Club will meet
Thursday afternoon at 3 o’clock
with Mrs. Monroe Zellner.
Miss Charley Bird Dumas has
returned home after several days*
visit to her sister, Mrs. New
some, near Rhema.
The many friends of Mrs. Char
ley Howard will be glad' to know
that she is much improved.
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West Lamar News
We are sorry to say that Ed
ward Lynch, who has been sick
for some time, is unimproved.
Mr. and Mrs. W. T. Smith had
as their guests Sunday Mr. and
Mrs. H. K. Caldwell and family,
of Esmond, and Mr. and Mrs.
Emery Cauthen and family, of
Griffin.
Mr. and Mrs. George Russell
announce the birth of a fine boy,
October 22, named John Marshall.
J. A. Patterson went to Griffin
Monday.
Mrs. Iler, who was hurt in a
fall, is improving.
Mrs. Zella Weldon and Willie B
Weldon visited Mr. and Mrs. Mil
lard Payne at Rehoboth recently.
Mrs. Ross, who has been sick
with pneumonia, is improving.
HONEST MAN FOUND
Sunbury, Oct. 29. — Diogenes
found an honest man here today
when E. C. A. George, Landis
burg, admitted his guilt in an
automobile accident. “It’s all my
own fault,” he said. “I want to
live this life right.” He agreed
to pay $200 damages.'
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Dust from a blast furnace at
an automobile manufacturing
plant haa been found to contain
50 per cent iron ore, which ia
being reclaimed.
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Atlantic City, Oct, 29.—Charle*
H. Broome, of this city, aviation
machinists mate aboard tho
U. S. S. Shenandoah, is in the
Lakemont hospital, suffei^gfc from
a fractured wrist susj ied white
endeavoring to start a motor in •
the rear gondola as the ship cast
off from a mast Saturday at Fort
Worth on the final hop for home.
The several thousand soldiers
comprising the army of Fay Yu
Hsiang, Chinese'* general, were 5p
baptised in a group.
SAYS RED PEPPER
HEAT STOPS PAIN iJSS
IN FEW MINUTES *
Rheumatism, lumbago, neuritis,
backache, stiff neck, sore muscles,
strains, sprains, aching joints.
When you are suffering so you
can hardly get around, just try
Red Pepper Rub. i
Nothing has such concentrated
penetrating heat as red peppers,
and when heat penetrates right
down into pain and congestion re
lief comes at once.
Just as soon as you apply Red
Pepper Rub you feel the tingling
heat. In three minutes the sore
spot is warmed through and
through and the torture is gone.
Rowles Red Pepper Rub, made
from red peppers, costs little at
any drug store. Get a jar at once.
Be sure to get the genuine, with
the name Rowles on every pack
age.—(adv.)
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You know and I know that there II
are times that your life and the
lives of your loved ones depend
upon your brakes. If they work,
you are safe, but what a risk yon
take if they don’t. Why not make
it a practice to bring your'car to
us periodically and let us keep
your brakes and the car in good
condition for you? Our prices are
very reasonable and not costly in
comparison to your life. Why not
give us a fair trial?
Stallings’ Garage
N. 8th St. Griffin, Gt.
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